Mine Again: Special Needs

Mine Again:
Special Needs
By Honey Bee33

Gundam Wing is no cartoon belonging to me, nor are any other animes of that matter -- I borrowed these Wing characters. This fic is AU, has plenty of language, sex, and all sorts of that good stuff. Read and enjoy.
---Honey Bee

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Part 1
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I wish I never met him.

He brought me up at a time when he was good. Then, when he got even better, he abandoned me for the better things.

I regret going to the club that night. I regret meeting him, letting him talk me into taking him home.

He was wild. He was wild, and vulgar, and obnoxious, and so beautiful. So wonderful.

I wish I never met him at all.

I hadn\'t wanted to go to the club that night, but Quatre talked me into it. He\'d met some guy, who would later be introduced to me as Trowa. Quatre wanted me to tag along because I hadn\'t left my apartment in four days. I had been perfectly happy there. So I hadn\'t slept, bathed, or eaten. I was getting over someone. That doesn\'t happen overnight.

But Quatre was determined. He made me shower and dress up, and told me to throw all thoughts of Relena Darlian out the goddamn window.

That had been hard, but after a few good hard drinks, it became a lot easier, and a hell of a lot more distorted. But that was okay, because I was depressed, and I was drunk, but at least I couldn\'t remember why. I was perfectly happy to sit slumped at the bar, picking at the label on my bottle. The loud industrial rock the club played only holed me up into my own little shell, and by the time my forehead found the counter top, I felt someone brush up against my side. There was a hand on my arm, and Quatre\'s worried voice. \"Heero? Get up, man. There\'s someone we want you to meet.\"

I mumbled something and shrugged his haff off of my arm.

\"No, get up. Now.\" He was getting irritated, and even in my drunken state, I didn\'t want to argue with him.

I lifted my heavy head up slowly, and blinked my bleary eyes.

Quatre inspected my face. \"Geez, you look like hell, Heero.\"

I chuckled for some reason.

\"Come here.\" He grabbed my arm and helped me from my seat. I staggered along beside him, until he sat me down in a seat at a dark table in the corner of the club. There was a nice view of the dance floor, I noticed with a comical enthusiasm. I didn\'t turn to anyone at the table, just stared out at the bodies on the dance floor.

\"That him?\" someone asked.

\"Yeah,\" Quatre replied. \"Sorry; he\'s really smashed. He just broke up with his girlfriend. . .\"

\"I didn\'t break up with her,\" I replied. \"She dumped me.\" I glared out at the dancers, my arms folded rigidly across my chest.

The other voice chuckled. \"He\'s cute.\"

This struck me as odd. Because one, Quatre just told me I looked like hell. And two, the voice was a guy\'s voice. I turned to see who had just spoken, but it was hard to tell. There were five people at the table (there may have been three; I was drunk, remember?). I didn\'t really notice any of them, just swept my glance across them and looked back at the dance floor.

\"Not very friendly, though,\" that voice spoke again.

Quatre chuckled. \"He doesn\'t mean any harm. You actually learn to love it.\"

I licked my lips and looked at Quatre cynically. He just smiled at me. I turned my head away again.

\"Well,\" the voice said, \"You\'re buddy is gonna have to cheer up. How long has it been since they broke up?\"

\"None of your business,\" I replied before Quatre could answer. I\'m a very rude person when I\'m drunk.

Quatre replied anyway. \"It\'s been about two weeks. They were together for a month.\"

A silence passed over the table, until the voice spoke again. \"They must have had a. . . pretty deep relationship.\"

I shrugged.

Deep? Of course it had been deep. I wouldn\'t have been so depressed if it hadn\'t been deep.

A new song started playing. I heard a soft rustling as Quatre grabbed the silent Trowa\'s hand and dragged him out on the dance floor. The two danced so closely, so promiscuously, I might as well have been watching them in the bedroom. I turned my head away, and saw that there was only one person left at the table. So there *had* only been three.

The guy was younger than me, or at least he *looked* younger. It was hard to tell nowadays, anyway. I couldn\'t tell what color his hair was, either; may have been brown, may have been black. He had long thick bangs that hung in his eyes. His eyes. They were large and child-like. And an obvious purple. So he was one of those contact-wearing freaks. Whatever. I let my eyes wade over the rest of his face, taking in his pleasant nose, and the large smirk on his attractive lips.

\"So, how long are you going to stare at me, Heero?\" When he spoke, his teeth showed; they were straight, and as attractive as his lips. His was the voice that had been speaking before.

I let my gaze rest on his eyes. \"Who the hell are you, anyway?\"

\"I\'m Duo Maxwell,\" he replied with a casual laziness. \"And you\'re Heero. . .\"

\"Yuy,\" I supplied.

\"Yuy,\" Duo nodded.

\"Why did you call me cute?\" I asked.

That smirk widened. \"?Cause I think you\'re cute.\"

\"Oh; you\'re gay.\"

\"Maybe. I dunno. What is ?gay,\' anyway? It\'s just a word. I find women as enjoyable as I do men.\"

\"Then you\'re bi.\"

Duo shrugged. \"I try not to label it.\"

My eyebrows drew together. That would have made sense if I hadn\'t been so drunk. I just accepted it and shrugged.

Something was tugging at my mind, but I couldn\'t figure out what it was. Something I was feeling, now that I had seen that smirk. Something was amiss.

Duo moved over so he was closer to me. He brought his drink with him, and took another swig before he started talking. \"So, your chick dumped you.\"

I glanced at him. \"Yes.\"

\"Are you sure your relationship was deep? You\'re pretty depressed over someone you were only with for two moths.\"

\"One month.\"

\"Right, that\'s what I said. So, how deep were you both, exactly?\"

\"Why the hell do you care?\"

\"How deep, Heero?\"

I was silent for a beat, annoyed at being answered with a question. \"We were. . .\" I thought about that one. \"I loved her,\" I finally said, but I didn\'t sound very convinced, and I don\'t think Duo was, either.

\"You\'re just down because you got dumped. I bet you\'re a pretty lonely guy, Heero. Or was the sex really that great?\"

\"The huh?\"

\"The sex, Heero.\" Duo gazed at me to see if I was serious. When I didn\'t respond, he laughed. \"Holy fuckin\' shit, Heero! Don\'t tell me you\'re relationship was based on *love*.\" He said the last word with a mocking lilt. \"You were only with her for the sex, and you know it.\"

I laughed at that for some reason, as well. \"Naw, naw, she was a good girl. She was. . . smart, and. . . attractive.\"

\"Brunette, right?\"

\"Nope. Blond.\"

Duo looked surprised. \"Huh.\"

\"What?\"

\"Brunettes are usually the leavin\' kind.\"

\"She was a dark blond.\"

\"Ah! That makes more sense. So she was one of those independent women, I bet.\"

I nodded.

Duo sighed, and leaned back in his chair. \"Poor, poor Heero. . . Why\'d she leave you?\"

\"She found some Chinese lawyer, I dunno. I got to hear all about him from Quatre.\"

Duo made a face. \"Eh, that sucks.\"

I scoffed. \"Bet you\'ve never been dumped.\"

Duo looked up thoughtfully. \"Naw. . . nope. But it\'s not like it\'s *easy* to dump someone.\"

I rolled my eyes.

I was watching Trowa and Quatre again, and checking out some of the women on the dance floor. But my mind wasn\'t with my eyes. Something about Duo certainly had my undivided attention.

There was a silence, and then, \"Heero.\"

I turned to look at him. He was looking at me with an odd emotion, and I found myself unable to look away from him, my slow mind still trying to figure out what was amiss. \"Yeah?\"

\"There\'s somethin\' I\'ve been wantin\' to do all night.\"

\"And that is?\'

Duo set his bottle on the table with a *clunk*, and he leaned forward. He placed his hand on my thigh.

I still couldn\'t figure out what was wrong.

He leaned in even closer, until our noses were touching, and I could feel his warm breath colliding with mine. His gaze was lowered on my lips, and he lingered there long enough for me to register what he was doing. Then, I felt his tongue lick across my lower lip completely, seductively.

I swallowed. Then, it hit me. I was completely and strangely turned on. I was hard as a rock over a *guy*.

So *that\'s* what was amiss.

His face was still close. I realized that he was watching me, watching my face for a reaction. When I closed my eyes, I was prompting him, telling him to do whatever he wanted to with me.

He got the message.

Suddenly, I felt his tongue lick the hollow just below my left ear. He licked up behind it, then sucked on my earlobe. It was strangely exhilarating. My pants got tighter.

His lips worked back down on my neck, staying on that place just below my ear. I never knew I had a sweet spot there, and I didn\'t know how Duo knew it, either. His mouth worked all over that spot, moving up occasionally so he could bite at the curve of my jaw. I just leaned my head back, enjoying the silent seduction. His hand on my thigh clawed at my skin through my thick jeans, then moved toward my crotch. A single fingernail scratched over the bulge in my pants.

Woah. I felt *that*.

I hissed, and Duo\'s hot mouth continued over my neck, though I couldn\'t remember him ever stopping. He licked that spot again for a moment, then I felt his wet lips at my ear. \"Take me home, Heero.\"

The plead had been so sweet, had sounded innocent and dirty all at the same time. I inhaled slowly, the spot on my neck still tingling for and from the attention it had gotten. Other places on my body began to wonder what it would be like to have Duo\'s fiery mouth on them, as well.

I turned my head to look at Duo. He was watching me in anticipation, his immediate future hinging on my answer.

\"All right,\" I said softly, surprised at my own voice.

A change came over his features. His anxious expression was replaced with a beautiful, pleased smile.

He grabbed my hand. \"Let\'s go.\"

When we stood, I realized he was my height. For some reason, I had expected him to be shorter. As he pulled me along, I got a look at him from behind. The lights we passed under on our way to the door shined down on him, highlighting a long, incorrigible chestnut braid. My eyes were drawn to the place at his neck, where strands had fallen out of the loose braid and were stuck to his skin with sweat. Something about him was so attractive; he just had sex appeal. His shoulder blades under his tight black sweater; the way he sauntered in those thick boots. The way his hand felt grasped with mine. Something was right about it.

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Once on the street, he hailed a cab, and let go of my hand. We got in, and I mumbled out my address. The ride there was a quiet one, and for a while I couldn\'t figure out why he wouldn\'t touch me. Then it dawned on me: anticipation. He wanted to make it last until neither of us could stand it anymore.

It was working.

Afraid of having second thoughts, I let myself reach over and grab his thigh. I heard him sigh, and felt his fingers trail over my hand before grabbing it and moving it to the seat. His fingers trailed back off of my hand, and when I looked at him, he was just looking inconspicuously out of the window at the passing city night. He looked so appealing.

I decided I wasn\'t going to have any second thoughts any time soon.

I waited out the rest of the ride, afraid to move because my pants were getting tighter, still. Hell, *not* touching him was turning me on!

*

After forever, we finally arrived at my place. I paid the cab driver and led Duo into my building. We took the stars, three flights, all the way up.

Duo only broke the silence once.

\"So, what do you do, Heero?\"

\"I\'m. . . I\'m in computers,\" I replied.

\"Oh you you\'re a nerd,\" he teased me.

I chuckled a little. \"Yeah, I guess. What do you do?\"

\"I\'m a struggling actor.\"

Unable to come up with any offensive name for Duo\'s occupation, I left him alone and focused on searching my pockets for my key when we reached my door. My hands were shaking badly; I was so nervous for some reason. Why was I so nervous? When I finally found my key, I tried again and again to fit it in the keyhole. When I kept failing, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, to hook a thumb in the pocket of my jeans. Another hand appeared, and slid down my outstretched arm. It grabbed my hand firmly, and aimed the key for the keyhole. It let the end of the key hover for a split second, then slowly pushed it forward and into the hole. The hand turned mine to unlock the bolt, then reached down to twist the doorknob, and push my door open.

I blinked. I never knew unlocking a door could be so erotic.

A kiss was placed on my neck, and the arms left me. I took a deep breath and led Duo into my apartment.

When I got in, I flipped the light switch on and tossed my keys to their usual place.

The room went dark as the light was turned back off.

I turned around slowly to face Duo. His hand was just leaving the switch, and he just stood there, watching me watch him. His eyes glinted in the light from the large living room window, and in the dark, I could make out a smirk on his lips. He tipped his head cutely, and shook it to get some bangs out of his eyes.

I stood where I was. What did he want me to do? Should I move forward for him? Would he come for me? I was at a loss.

But it wasn\'t for long.

Duo backed up, and leaned against the wall by the door. He reached over and pushed it shut before folding his arms over his chest. When he spoke, his voice was almost a whisper. \"Come here, Heero.\"

I obeyed, walking so softly I couldn\'t even hear my shoes brush the carpet.

When I reached him, I stopped so my chest was touching his folded arms. I couldn\'t look him in the eye, for some reason, so I looked down. I was blushing, and trying not to be so shy.

I found my voice. \"How old are you, Duo?\"

His amused gaze touched my face. \"Twenty-four. You?\"

\"Twenty-five.\"

\"Ah, you have me beat by a year.\"

Silence followed, neither of us really wanting to break it. During that time, Duo teased me. He leaned in as if to kiss me, then pulled back before our lips touched. He did this several times.

It was driving me crazy.

I looked up just in time to see him lick his lips, which made me realize my own were very dry. Duo noticed this, as well.

He reached up to grab the back of my neck and pull my head closer. As he did in the club, he stopped when our noses touched, and our breath collided. He then licked across my bottom lip, the move being just as affective as it had been the first time he\'d done it.

I exhaled and parted my lips, and before I could take another breath, his tongue was in my mouth, and his lips were on mine. The hand on the back of my neck slid up into my hair, and the other hand joined it to massage my scalp. I reached forward to tug his hips closer, and Duo grinded against me. The air left my lungs for several seconds when he did this, and he pulled back long enough to whisper, \"Breathe, Heero!\"

I panted. His tongue was back in my mouth in no time, assaulting me, challenging mine for control. I moved forward, crushing him. He whimpered happily when his back slammed into the wall.

His hands moved down to grip my shoulders tightly, and he grinded against me once more. I nearly groaned, but held it in. It was getting to be too much.

The clothes were going to have to go.

My plans off ripping his shirt off were interrupted when he switched us. He pushed me somehow, and before I knew it, I was gasping as *my* back hit the wall.

Duo had won the battle for control.

He was kissing me; he was assaulting me, and when I reached up to tug his shirt up, he knocked my hands away. I could only feel; feel as his hot mouth moved away to kiss and lick down my jaw, feel as it dropped lower to lick across my collar bone. He kissed my skin roughly.

He was a rough guy. When he touched me, it wasn\'t light and feathery like a woman\'s touch; it was the opposite. It felt like he was bruising me, only it didn\'t hurt.

He kept my hands pinned to my sides.

I sighed as he opened the top button of my shirt with his teeth. He kissed the skin there, and moved back up to lick at the dip were my collarbones met. Duo\'s mouth then moved back down to undo the next button.

He did this very slowly, taking his time.

I wondered suddenly, if I hadn\'t gotten drunk, would we be here? I couldn\'t even tell if I was drunk anymore, the way my head was floating.

Every time his teeth freed a button, Duo would taste my skin. But he wouldn\'t linger there for long; he always moved right on to the next button.

His hands had been gripping my wrists against the wall, until he let go, and grabbed my hands. He laced our fingers together sweetly.

He finally reached the last button of my shirt, and he just paused for a moment when he saw the button of my jeans. Finally, he moved forward, and undid the button. His teeth then found my zipper, and tugged it down with a broken, muffled zipping noise. His mouth left the zipper.

He bit my crotch. Hard.

My head slammed back into the wall, my body arching at the sensation. Through the throbs in my head, I heard Duo chuckle.

He unlaced our fingers and ran his palms over my bare torso, making my eyes flutter shut. He finally hooked his fingers into the top of my pants, and tugged them down just far enough to see the bulge in my briefs.

When he looked, he smiled. He was excited.

He bit lightly at my erection though my underwear. It felt so good, I think I slammed my head into the wall again.

Finally, Duo began to tug and nudge my underwear down with his mouth.

It would be vulgar and tactless to say it \"sprang free,\" but that\'s what happened.

Without a second thought, Duo took me into his mouth. His teeth and tongue moved over me as he sucked roughly. Running my fingers though his hair, I realized I was gritting my teeth; my jaw was beginning to ache from tension. I wanted to come so badly, yet I didn\'t. What if I didn\'t want him anymore when it was all over? What if I was just turned on in the heat of the moment?

Watching his head move backward and forward grew to be too much. My pleasure came to its end, and I came a little violently. I cried out softly, and shuddered, the room feeling colder instead of too hot.

He swallowed every last bit, then left my cock to itself. He didn\'t even tuck me back in, or anything. He just stood up, then leaned forward to kiss my lips. There was no rough tongue treatment this time, just soft, raw kisses. When he did this, my emotions got all jumbled up; I didn\'t know if I wanted to laugh or cry.

Placing one last, soft kiss on my mouth, Duo spoke. \"Where\'s the bathroom?\"

I think I gaped at him a little. \"I-It\'s over there. The hallway.\" I motioned with my head.

He smiled. \"Thanks.\"

He left me there - hanging out of my pants, breathless and up against the wall - for the bathroom.

I squinted as the yellow bathroom light was flicked on, and I could hear Duo curse a little at the pain of the bright light. The door was shut, leaving me once more in the dark.

I took this time to tuck myself back in, zipping my pants up, but not bothering to button them. I walked over to the couch and fell onto it, suddenly feeling exhausted. I thought about what had just happened.

Another man had just sucked me off against the wall by my front door.

Was I gay? Could one \"turn\" gay? ?No,\' I told myself, ?you don\'t *turn* gay. These feelings. . . It\'s all Duo.\'

It had felt so right when it was happening , but now that Duo was out of the room, it all felt like a dream. I\'d had plenty of good women in my lifetime, but that had just been the most incredible sex I\'d ever had, and it had been *oral*.

I thought back to what Duo had said in the club; that he found women just as enjoyable as men.

I understood him, now.

There was no \"gay\" or \"straight.\" Not in *my* world, anyway. In *my* world (which had currently been turned upside-down and back upright again), you simply loved whoever you fell in love with, no matter what their gender.

If Duo had been born a girl, I would be just as attracted to *her* as I was to *him*.

I was happy I had figured everything out.

As if on cue, Duo reentered the living room.

The lights from the street shown in though the window, the vertical blinds casting long, strange shadows. The rectangles of light and shadow moved over Duo rapidly as he approached the couch. He plopped down beside me as if we weren\'t complete strangers, and leaned his head against my shoulder.

After a silent moment, he spoke. \"My knees hurt.\"

My mind registered what he said, and I smiled, huffing a chuckle. Duo joined me with a small laugh a second later.

Comfort drifted into the atmosphere, and Duo shifted around to lay back across my lap, his head propped back against the arm of the couch.

I gazed down at Duo, this complete stranger.

\"I hardly know you,\" I said softly.

He smiled. \"That\'s funny. I feel like I\'ve known you.\"

\"Really?\"

\"Yeah.\"

I watched him as his eyes glinted in the light from the window once again, purple showing for a split second.

\"Why do you wear contacts, Duo?\"

His eyebrows drew together. \"Huh?\"

\"Contacts; I know you wear them. No one has purple eyes. Why don\'t you show your true eye color?\"

\"I don\'t need contacts, my vision is perfect. This is my real eye color.\"

I gazed at him skeptically.

\"Would you like to touch my eyeball and see for yourself?\" he asked then.

I laughed. \"No, that\'s okay. All right, I believe you. I\'ve just never seen purple eyes before. They\'re very pleasant.\"

He smiled a little; he seemed surprised by the compliment. \"I like yours,\" he said then.

I smirked, and closed my eyes. \"What color are they?\"

Duo\'s laugh is a beautiful sound. He doubled over a little, and when he calmed, he said, \"They remind me of sapphires.\"

I opened an eye to peek at him. \"You\'re right. They\'re blue.\" I smiled and moved a hand up to rest it on top of one of his.

He smiled back at me.

\"How do they remind you of sapphires?\" I asked him.

\"Well, they\'re dark, almost black when they\'re in shadow, but when the light hits them just right. . . they\'re brilliant.\"

I turned my eyes away, humbled my Duo\'s compliment.

\"You\'re very modest, aren\'t you, Heero?\" I nodded a little, and Duo reached up to touch my face, and force my eyes back to him. \"Look at me. You\'re very shy.\"

I shrugged.

\"Do you think you\'re attractive?\"

I couldn\'t find an answer, so I just shrugged again.

He smiled. \"You are. Very attractive. You don\'t know how attractive you are.\"

I mumbled something, and turned my gaze away. Duo chuckled and pushed himself up, so his knees were bent over my lap. He folded his arms across them, and gazed at me. \"I really like you, Heero. A lot.\"

I reached a hand around to run it over his braid. \"You hardly know me.\"

\"I don\'t think that matters.\"

I couldn\'t argue with that.

Duo closed his eyes, feeling my fingertips brush down his back every time I ran my hand over his braid. He shuddered a little.

I studied him with his eyes closed, wishing I could see him in the sunlight. It was so dark in the apartment, I only knew what his major features looked like. If he had any freckles, I couldn\'t see them, and his hair was probably lighter than it looked.

He was still beautiful, I decided. I leaned forward and let my lips touch his. He jumped a little at the unexpected touch, but soon enough, his hands were on my face, pulling me closer to him.

Duo was an excellent kisser. He seemed to kiss with all he had, and I wondered if he kissed like that all the time, or only saved it for certain people.

I stopped caring when he straddled my hips.

He did it again; let his mouth trail down to that spot under my ear, all the while grinding against me. It felt so good, so new.

I moaned and leaned my head back as he rocked against me. His mouth seemed to be concentrating on my neck, his hands rubbing and massaging my shoulders.

\"Have you ever been with a guy before, Heero?\" he asked in between kisses.

\"No,\" I answered, my eyes closing.

\"What do you think of it?\"

\"It\'s. . . different.\"

\"Is it better?\"

\"So far.\"

Duo chuckled. \"I can tell you\'re enjoying yourself.\" He nipped at my jaw with his teeth. \"I have a lot to teach you, unless you know what goes on between two men. . .\"

\"Sort of. . .\" I mentally ran over what little I knew about sex between two men. It wasn\'t enough to help me get through the rest of the night, that was for sure. \"Some I figured out for myself. . . aah. . . the rest, I wouldn\'t know.\"

I was getting hard again. Duo was good at this.

Duo ran his hands over my chest, and slipped my open shirt back to let my shoulders breathe. He leaned his head down and tasted the skin there, his tongue swirling over it idly.

\"You work out, Heero?\"

I opened an eye, a little amused and mostly flattered. \"Every now and then. When you work at a computer all day. . . mmm. . . you know, you have to. . . stay in shape. . . \"

Why was he asking me questions? I couldn\'t answer him straight when he was doing that to me with his teeth. . .

\"I see,\" he mumbled. He slid his arms around my neck, pulling himself closer to me. He touched our foreheads together. \"How does this feel, Heero?\"

\"It feels nice,\" I replied, \"nice\" being an understatement. It was euphoric.

Duo and I fit together, that was blatant. I just wondered what would happen when the morning came.

We fell asleep a while later, on the couch. I had settled back against the arm to stretch my legs, and Duo straddled my thighs, laying his head on my shoulder.

I woke up later that morning to a tuft of chestnut hair in my mouth. I blew it out, and the owner of the hair shifted on top of me, mumbling something out of sleep.

I looked around at the clock on the VCR. It was 6:45, and the sun streamed in through my large living room window, making everyt glo glow gold.

I looked down at the top of Duo\'s head, wondering how things would be when he woke up. Nothing felt different to me; but was it possible he was drunk all of last night?

I reached a hand up and rubbed it up and down his arm. He snuggled his face into my chest, and exhaled comfortably. Then, he mumbled, \"My legs are asleep.\"

I chuckled, and he looked up at me, a smile on his lips. My breath caught at his face in the sunshine; he was. . . ?all glowy,\' I thought stupidly. His purple eyes stood out like smoothed amethysts, and when he smiled at me, his white teeth showed in full. His chestnut hair was very shiny; it hung in his eyes lazily, and I realized that his eyes were wandering over my own face. I was sure I looked terrible, and I had a hangover. But he still leaned forward, and kissed me, morning-breath aside. It felt nice.

When he pulled away, he said, \"Now, let\'s see if I can get up.\" He tried, and laughed. It took him a minute, but he finally lifted up so I could pull my legs out from under him. He shifted so he was sitting on the couch normally, and stretched his arms back, moaning when bones in his upper back popped and cracked. \"We should have went to bed,\" he said, looking up at me to wink.

I smirked. \"Next time, we will.\"

His smile faltered. \"Next time. . .\"

My eyebrows drew together. \"You. . . you are coming back, aren\'t you?\" I felt stupid, now. . . To Duo, the night before had just been a one-night thing. I could deal with that; I had just been hoping it wasn\'t going to work out that way.

He looked up at me with wide, serious eyes. \"You want me to come back?\"

\"Well. . . yeah. Last night was. . .\" I began to blush, tugging at a button on my shirt. \"Last night was really great,\" I mumbled.

A smile grazed his lips. \"Okay. I would like to stick around.\"

I sat down beside him. \"Why would you think I don\'t want you to stay?\"

Duo looked at his lap. \"People usually. . . want you to leave the next morning. . . after a one-nighter. . .\"

\"I see. You. . . you do this a lot?\" I didn\'t ask to offend him, but something about that fact made me uneasy.

He shrugged. \"Yeah.\" He looked to the window, squinting his eyes in the beam of sunlight that shone on his face. \"No one\'s ever wanted me to stay, before. Not like I wanted to, anyway.\"

\"So the people you sleep with; they\'re not very important to you?\" I tried not to sound angry, but could only control my voice slightly.

He turned his eye on me. \"Well. . . no, some aren\'t. But. . .\" He smiled, and leaned into me. I waited, feeling his lips on the spot under my ear once again. \"I would like you to be important to me.\"

I blushed, feeling my chest tighten. \"Duo. . .\"

\"Yeah?\"

I leaned my head back so I could look at him. I gave him a soft smile. \"Would you like some breakfast?\"

He leaned forward so his forehead was at my chin. \"Yeah. . .\" His fingers trailed my chest. \"But I can\'t. I have an audition at ten. Gotta go home and take a shower, get ready. I\'ll come by tonight, though. When will you be home?\"

\"Around six.\"

\"Okay, good.\" He kissed my neck. \"I can\'t wait.\"

I smirked. \"Don\'t make me wait.\"

Duo looked up, and smiled. \"Maybe I should.\"

I raised an eyebrow. He smirked back.

I leaned down to kiss him, and he took over immediately. He kissed me like he did the night before, full-tongue, hot and tender. Just as my head started to spin, he pulled away, pecked my cheek, and got up. I sighed.

\"See you tonight.\"

I stood and followed him to the door. We stopped there, and I looked at him. \"If you don\'t show up, I\'ll go looking for you.\"

He looked back at me a little modestly. \"Yeah. . . I know you will. But you won\'t have to,\" he said then, kissing me once more.

He left.

I shut the door behind him, and leaned back against it. I sighed.

I felt like I was in love.

\"But I can\'t be. Not this soon. . .\"

It was insane.

I pushed myself back up and headed for the shower.

My cock was still aching for attention, and it was driving me crazy during my shower. I couldnstopstop thinking about him, about the things I realized I wanted to do to him. . . the things I planned to do to him. . .

He seemed like the one that mostly took over during sex, but I wanted to pleasure him more than I wanted him to pleasure me. I wanted to know what he tasted like all over.

\"I\'ll find out tonight, Duo,\" Ibledbled out loud. I couldn\'t help but smirk. \"You\'re mine, tonight.\"