Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Caustic Life ❯ ForGoTen ReaSoNs ( Chapter 2 )

Bout time fer some:

CauStic LiFe

By H4T3.D3PT

 

Well, fuckin marvel at my posting time…yeah shut up….i'm a slacker. Hey, come on full time job, life and shit…interferes with postings..plus only having the internet at work heheh good times though…..

 

Just to give ya fans of my shit a heads up…I'm gonna finish this story sometime soon, hold off on my epic and finish the rest of em I got posted.. I NEED TO FINISH SHIT! (or so I shall attempt)

 

So I was thinking bout entering this thing in that big ass fanfic contest, but I don't know eh….

 

WickEdGamE: First off thanks fer the props and second thanks for bein the 1st to review…you gets a gold star ^__^

 

LaP: On Ze Yuy zing….well it is not zat I dislike him so much zat it is I just fuckin love Duo….so he pretty much decides how Ze story shall play out…and my twisted muse I have no control o.0

 

TresPaSSoR: Thanks, that's bout the only thing I really got going for me…I ain't got a problem finding my voice no matter what the situation >_<

Aw fans like you are so the reason I write ^_~

 

Well, I hope this chap keeps ya interested and OH lets not forget for those of you who didn't read the first chap which would make no damn sense but anywho
WARNINGS: vulgar language, sexual situations, yaoi (boy on boy relationships), a plethora of violence, and mature situations.

 

Ch 2: ForGoteN ReaSoNs

 

“I'm finished Duo.” I slowly blinked my eyes open realizing I'd fallen deep into the memory. I'd say it was a dream, but I'd lived it before and it was far too detailed for dreams. “Don't hide things from me.” Zechs voice was stern brining my focus to him.

 

“Wha?” I questioned still half stuck in the memory. Zechs glared at me. The wicked grin took my face. I sat up quick wrapping my arm around his neck pulling him over me onto the bed. I straddled him pinning his arms down before he could grasp the situation. “I'd never hide anything from you.” I purred as I pushed my lips against his. He fought against me turning his face.

 

“Your leg is injured.” He growled, but I could hear the lust in his voice and feel his cock hardening under the fabric of the thin suit pants.

 

“Ya put enough disinfectant on it I can't even feel it anymore.” Zechs glared up at me. “Come on you know the pain disappears when I'm with you.” I kissed Zechs once again forcing my tongue into his mouth as my hands slid down his body. I could tell he was losing the battle against me. I rolled to the side of him, my hand rubbing along the fabric-covered penis stroking it to hardness, while my mouth moved to his neck biting along the sensitive flesh. He let out a low moan and I knew I could have him.

 

My hands moved quickly to the zipper and buttons. I could feel the heat from his groin before my hand slid under the soft elastic of the silken boxers. I grabbed hold of him with purpose turning his head to mine to swallow the moans with my mouth. I heard the doorbell fill the suite, but knew Zechs wasn't hearing anything so lost in his pleasure. I slowed my pumps not wanting him to get off yet as I heard the approaching steps. He never made to much noise except when he got off, he'd always let out a loud ass moan. I knew the guests would hear it in the echoing suite.

 

Zechs pulled his mouth from mine letting out a sigh. “Duo.” He half groaned. Oh how I loved when he begged. There was a soft knock at the door and Zech's hand fastened on my wrist. The door opened. I turned in time to see the shocked face of Relena before she slammed the door just as quickly as she opened it. I knew the shock was over dramatized; she'd walked in on much worse. She'd known we were up to something. Course we were, I was there.

 

“Zechs our guests are here.” I could hear the disappointment in her voice as I was sure Zechs could. Zechs pushed me away from him. I hadn't braced myself for such a reaction and went off the side of the bed cracking my head on the nightstand.

 

“Oh for fucks sake!” I yelled rubbing the back of my head.

 

“Duo, get dressed and meet us in the den.” Zechs went for the door.

 

“You gonna go out there with that.” I pointed at his still hard cock the pants did nothing to hide. “I'd help ya out, but some one killed my mood by whackin my fuckin head on a damn table and didn't even say sorry for it.”

 

“Don't act so childish.” Zechs growled.

 

“Yeah, I'm the one acting childish.” I grumbled as I got up.

 

“What was that?” Zechs snapped, his knuckles whitening with the grip he held the door handle.

 

“Nothing. Go greet your suitor. I'll be out in a bit.” I went to the bathroom grabbing a hair tie and pulling my hair back into a ponytail. I ignored Zechs when I came out, knowing he hadn't left the room, and went to the closet grabbing clothes. I slid on the black dress pants and pulled the zipper up before I heard him moving towards me. I turned on him grabbing the outstretched hand, side stepping him and slammed his back into the closet door. I could feel the killing instinct rise in me. I tried to force it away reminding myself Zechs was no threat.

 

“Whatever your thinking Zechs. Drop it.” My voice was cold and even. The uneasiness passed through Zechs. He'd seen this side of me few times when we fought and I tried to keep it to a bare minimum, but sometimes I had no control over the situation and it was quickly heading that way. I lightened my grip on him.

 

“You made the decision. I won't wait for nothing.” His voice was quiet as he spoke. I pushed him against the closet before I turned away from him.

 

“You gave me no choice. How can I change in one day what I've been since I was 13!” The anger out weighed the calm killer inside me. I glared at the bed wondering why we even went through these stupid acts. They never lead us anywhere.

 

“I never asked you to change in one day. I only asked you to try for me, but you couldn't even do that.” I spun on him wishing I could just end his life; end his interference in my life.

 

“Why is it I have to change? What the hell makes you so fuckin high and mighty?” I got in his face. It had been a few years since we'd got in such a fight. Maybe it was just time again or maybe things were changing between us, neither knew, but neither was giving in.

 

“Because what I do is legal! What I do doesn't cause people to”

 

“Gentleman!” Both Zechs and I turned to the door where Relena was standing. I had no idea she could yell so loud. She shut the door behind her and came to stand in-between the two of us. “I don't know what is going on between the two of you, but our guests are quite uncomfortable and I'm not even sure what they think you do Duo, nor am I any longer.” Zechs and I glanced at each other trying to think over the things we were saying and what image they may conjure. “Please save this for another time and get to the den!” Relena barked as she turned and left the room slamming the door behind her.

 

The laugh left my mouth suddenly filling the room. I'd gotten an idea what I'd think I was if I'd heard our conversation. Zechs was looking at me confused as I grabbed the black turtleneck Zechs had brought in from the bathroom when he'd fixed my leg. I went to the door with Zechs following behind me.

 

“What is so amusing?” He asked as I opened the door.

 

“If I heard us fight I'd think I was a prostitute. You're luck you didn't get out the last part of that sentence before Relena came in.” The laughter was replaced with irritation by the end of the sentence.

 

“I wouldn't have said that.” Zechs grumbled back.

 

“You sure bout that?” I turned glaring at him.

 

“This is not the time.” Zechs brushed passed me and it took all my effort not to grab his arm and start in on him again. I turned watching him pass through the dinning room and into the den. I rubbed my temples with my hand feeling it ache part from hitting my head on the nightstand and partly because I knew the fight was my fault. My leg was beginning to hurt again to top it off. I wasn't feeling social, but I kind of wanted to see what Relena had chosen for her brother to broaden his horizons on.

 

I looked back up to the room seeing Zechs laugh. Maybe it was time I let him go. I knew he loved me, but I didn't him. How could I? I didn't have that right and I didn't think I ever would. I had a respect for the living, enough to take that life away from them. I was doing the same thing to Zechs, but I was too weak to actually pull the trigger, instead I would destroy him emotion by emotion.

 

“Excuse me.” I hadn't heard the man approach only the sound of his breath before he spoke alerted me of his presence behind me. I stepped back a little too quick feeling a slight twinge of pain from my leg that I never let hit my face. I was glad I had reign over which emotions could show on my face as I stared into the cobalt pools. I could see the bruise on the bridge of his nose. I didn't break it, but it'd be hurting him for a while.

 

I didn't have to study his features, but noticed him doing that exact thing to me. I'd already met him he just didn't know it. The prior thoughts I'd had about Zechs were fading as I realized there still might be some fun left in the night. I didn't have to force the smile as it came across my face.

 

“Oh sorry, my names Duo. Duo Maxwell.” He did another scan up and down of me.

 

“Yuy, Heero Yuy.” I gave him a nod and let him walk past me. The soft laugh left my mouth as he went into the den and I followed behind getting a hold of my excitement. I wondered momentarily how Yuy got the hat over his unruly hair. It was split into tousled chunks. He must sleep in it. I laughed on the inside as I took a seat in the den. Books surrounded three of the walls and four strategically placed lamps softly lit the room. The east wall was nothing but windows that looked out onto Zechs' large patio.

 

Heero was sitting with his back to books. If I didn't already know he was a cop I could have guessed by where he sat. He had the perfect view of everyone in the room and of the doorway so no one could sneak up on him. I may have guessed he was in my line of work, but he wouldn't have lasted long if he was still in that phase of the game. I sat in the corner between the door and window. From my angle if anyone came through the door they wouldn't even know I was there and if one tried the window I would hear them from the creaking of the wooden patio.

 

Relena sat next to Heero engaging him in senseless conversation. Heero did have one thing going for him against me. I couldn't read him wortha shit. I couldn't tell if he was accepting of Relena's advances or not.

 

“Duo, this is Wufei Chang.” My attention was pulled from Heero's khaki pants and running shoes to where Zechs was gesturing next to him. I held down the smile to something polite instead of psychopathic. I could see the bandage on his forehead from where I'd hit him with my helmet and for a moment I remembered the softness of his lips as I nodded to him and he to me.

 

My eyes scanned down his lean form as he sat in the reading chair. I'd seen Zechs in it often, though Zechs looked better, Wufei was a close second. The high collared thin white button down shirt showed Wufei's lean muscled torso nicely. The pants were also made of the same thin material. I couldn't stop the smile as I saw the black shoes. Though he looked to be dressed formally I could see the plan behind the clothes, though I don't think he'd actually meant to do it, otherwise I wouldn't think the police uniform fit him. The clothes aloud movement and the shoes were those used in martial arts training. I couldn't be sure what kind, I never learned at a school, only from Solo and he never told me where he'd gotten them. I'd recognized the shoes from the kung fu school I recently did a hit at.

 

The reason I put the two together was because the guy had told me he was some kind of master. I didn't actually believe him. I mean kudos for him on hearing me sneak in, but here I was still standing and he was in the ground. One hellva master there. Back to the shoes, I remembered them so well because they'd come at my face a few more times then I'd liked to admit, but Solo's grappling training came in useful as usual and as I said I was still standing and he'd meet with a knife through the front of the neck.

 

“So what is it you do Mr. Maxwell?” I turned back to Yuy. His hardened eyes studied my every movement. He had the whole cop thing down. I scanned down Yuy. From the black dress shirt to the khakis. I smiled as I met his eyes again realizing he was always in cop mode. The only other person that would know the gun was there would be his partner. I could tell by the way the pant leg sat that he had an ankle holster. It was small and most people would never notice till he pulled it out, but I wasn't most people.

 

“I'm in the arts.” I said leaning back in the chair I sat in.

 

“What kind of arts?” Yuy was going straight for the third degree.

 

“Depends on what it is the clients looking for.” I gave a sly smile at the end. I was being an ass. I did deal in arts, paintings, sculptures, and antiques. It was my cover. I'd get hold of items for my clients. I didn't steal them; I like to keep my illegal activity to one thing at a time. Actually Duo Maxwell was a premier dealer and I did make good money from that, but it just wasn't enough. I mean the money was enough, but it just didn't feel real.

 

Yuy's eyes narrowed. I'm sure the prior argument coupled with my dodgy answers to his questions had the gears in his head turning. I didn't have to look at Zechs to know I was irritating him, he knew I was toying with Yuy. Zechs cleared his throat and it was meant for me to clear things with Yuy. I glanced over at Zechs giving him a glare, which he returned whole-heartedly. Chang was glancing between the two of us. I gave him a smile before returning my gaze to Yuy.

 

“Either way. I do charge more than most can afford.” I added a little lick to the lips with the last.

 

“Duo.” Zechs almost shouted as he shot to his feet. He cleared his throat again attempting to calm his anger. “I need your help in the kitchen to get our guests some drinks.”

 

“I'm sure Mr. Chang wouldn't mind helping you. Mr. Yuy and I are in a conversation. It would be rude to leave before I've answered his questions.” Sometimes it was fun to play in Zechs' polite, cultured, fake ass world.

 

Zechs wasn't feeling the same as he moved to me grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. “It would be rude to make the guest help.” He practically growled.

 

I smiled menacingly at him. “Perhaps your right.” I let the smile fall to something seductive. “I'm sorry Mr. Yuy, but you'll have to excuse me. It seems Zechs needs my services.” I gave Yuy a wink before Zechs pulled me from the den and pushed me through the door to the kitchen slamming it behind him.

 

“What is wrong with you? Why can't you just answer his questions politely? If you are going to be like this, then go back to your room.” I pulled my arm from Zechs' tight grip as he finished his lecture.

 

“Why don't you lay the fuck off me and quit treating me like a little fuckin kid.” I stepped to him.

 

“If you'd stop behaving like a child I would quit treating you in such away.” His said condescendingly.

 

I gave a laugh brining my fingers up to tap my lips. My fingers dropped to rub my chin as I looked up to a corner in the kitchen. “You know those two are cops.”

 

“What?” Zechs was irritated and confused at my change in subject.

 

“Yep, some of Chicago P.D.'s finest. Relena didn't tell you?”

 

“How do you know?” Zechs snapped. I dropped my hand meeting his irritated glare.

 

“Who do ya think gave em the bruises?” Zechs glanced to the door and back at me. “They're the two that almost caught me. That's how my leg got busted. My bike ended up under their patrol car.” I gave a smug smile.

 

“How…” Zechs paused bringing his hand to rub his forehead. I could see the tension in his jaw. I didn't have to tell him, but something in me made me. I knew he was mad, really fuckin mad. “How can you be so brash? How can you be this arrogant?” His teeth gritted with every word he tried not to scream.

 

I waved a hand in dismissal moving to the fridge and pulling out two bottles of chilled wine. “They never saw my face. They don't know who I am.” I got the wine opener from the drawer next to the fridge. I started opening one of the bottles hearing Zechs approach me.

 

“Oh, I should tell ya.” I looked over my shoulder knowing exactly where he would be in the time I gave him to move closer to me. “Chang's got nice soft lips.” I smirked as I popped the cork from the bottle and started on the next. Zechs froze behind me. I finished the second bottle, put the bottle opener away, turned to where Zechs stood just behind me and leaned against the counter.

 

“Don't worry, I just stole a quick kiss before I knocked him in the head with my helmet.” I knew what was coming especially when I let the self-riotous smile cross my lips. I could've stopped him, but I didn't. My cheek stung as my head turned to the side. I kept my eyes on the door. Both of us remained silent. I noticed even the room the others were in had went silent, while before I could hear the soft chatter of the three.

 

“Duo.” Zechs barely whispered my name.

 

“I should get goin. I really hate bein the third wheel.” I never looked at Zechs when I spoke. Just because I let him hit me didn't mean I didn't want to hit him back and if I did it would be much more than a slap to the face. It was the first time I'd actually let him hit me. I'd always stopped him before and I knew he thought I would again. I didn't know why I let him.

 

I pushed off the counter going out the door and heading to the guest room. I grabbed the over the shoulder backpack filling it with my weapons and gloves. I took the coat and helmet knowing that no one would watch me go. Everyone was uncomfortable and even though Chang could see me leave the room from the den he would divert his eyes. I opened the door able to see Chang who did exactly as I predicted. I gave a slight laugh as I went out the back pushing the bike from Zechs' building and walking it down the street a bit before putting on my gear and starting it up.

 

I looked down at the bike seeing the scratches and groaning as I heard a rattle from the engine. I pushed the incident between Zechs and I from my mind and headed up the streets to the north side. I had one priority. I needed to get the bike fixed. I had other bikes, but I'd just gotten the Ducati, it wasn't fuckin cheap and I'd barely gotten to play with it yet.

 

I pulled in the back alley. It was an odd place for an auto shop, especially since the mechanic was so talented, but I knew he'd never sell the place. He didn't like having a lot of customers and he'd turn people away if he didn't like them. He was an odd character, but no matter how fucked up a bike I'd give him he was always able to make it run and look like new.

 

I parked in front of the garage and rang the bell. I waited a few minutes and rang again. I knew he was there. I swear he lived in that shop, he was just being moody. I glanced over my shoulder watching the cars pass waiting for a cop to head down. I buzzed the garage a few more times. I was starting to get pissed off. I was on a fuckin hot bike and the bastard choose to be moody now. Oh I wasn't having that.

 

“Damn you Trow, I know yer in there you moody son of a bitch. Now let me in before I fuckin drive through this damn door. It's kind of a fuckin emergency here.” I yelled as I banged on the garage door. Still nothing. “Fine, see if I ever come back here you…” My grumbling stopped as I heard the short quip of a siren. I turned seeing the police car turn down the front of the alley. “Oh fuck.” I cringed mentally knowing I had and APB out on me and my bike and I was sure as hell I really fuckin fit the description.

 

I jumped at the sound of the garage door opening. I wasted no time getting my bike in and closing the door hastily behind me. I didn't even look back at Trowa as I went to the small windows looking out waiting for the car to pass holding my breath. I sighed almost falling to the floor as the car passed. I was having way to many close calls for one day.

 

“You should've told me you were in trouble.” I turned to Trowa. He was in the grey mechanic coverall wiping his grime-covered hands with a grime-covered rag.

 

I pulled off my helmet letting out a heavy breath. I looked back where he was still wiping his hands. “Kinda defeats the purpose.”

 

I watched Trowa look down at his hands, then look up at me with the eerie green eye. I didn't how he could be such a good mechanic with his hair covering one of his eyes. I wondered if underneath the long brown that hung over the right side of his face was as clear and strong looking as the left, but he never wore it any other way. The back was always short and the long front always over the right side. He was a little taller than me and not much bigger. I figured being a mechanic and running a shop all by himself he'd have a bit more muscle, but he had a lot of strength in his thin frame. Of course the same could be said of me, but I kept to lean muscle for agility. Being big and bulky may help scare people, but it's hard to scare people when you're a corpse and that's what I'd be if I got any bigger.

 

“Already wrecked it.” He grunted nodding to the bike.

 

“It ain't wrecked.” I snapped. “And I ain't in any fuckin trouble.” I grunted pulling off the gloves putting them in the helmet I held. I turned from him taking off the bag and jacket and setting it on the hood of the yellow Testarossa that was in the shop. I walked back to where Trowa was crouched looking over the bike.

 

“What happened to your face?” I looked at Trowa confused by his question momentarily before my hand went to where Zechs had hit me.

 

“Nothing. Can you fix it?” I dropped my hand not wanting to think about it.

 

Trowa gave a slight laugh as he went back to looking over the bike. “It shouldn't be a problem. I already ordered parts for it.”

 

I shook my head biting down the laugh. “Ya already knew I was coming.”

 

“It doesn't take you long to ruin a good machine. Though this bike costs $30,000 before you add anything on and now I'm sure it's near 45 grand, but leave it to you to trash it in less than a week.” He shoved the rag in his back pocket looking up at me.

 

I gave him a shrug feeling tired again. My leg was starting to hurt and so did the left side of my face. What the hell was I doing? Why did I let Zechs hit me? Maybe it was because I felt I deserved it for pissing him off, though I knew he would never let me hit him because he pissed me off. What was I doing?

 

“Duo.” I looked up to the snapped fingers in front of my face.

 

“Huh?” Confusion crossed my face.

 

“You look tired.”

 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” I gave him a smile

 

“Why don't you crash up in the office tonight. There's a couch right inside. I'll fix the bike up for you.” I glanced over my shoulder seeing where he nodded to the windowless metal rectangle that had a metal flight of stairs leading to it. I cringed mentally knowing how bad it would hurt to make it up the steps, but laying down seemed like a good idea.

 

I nodded my agreement, grabbed my effects and went for the stairs. I gripped the handle tightly letting my mind go anywhere but to the pain. It wasn't working as I cringed taking the first step. There were too many things going through my head and focusing on the pain seemed better than dealing with any of my thoughts. I hobbled up the next few before I had to pause.

 

“Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?” Trowa's arm came around my waist as he took the weight from my leg. “You're leg is what cushioned the middle of the bike. I can tell by the damage.”

 

“I'm fine.” I growled not wanting his help.

 

He didn't say anything, but still helped me the rest of the way up. I didn't want help, course that didn't mean I didn't need it. I let him get me into the office.

 

“Has it been treated?” He asked as he sat me on the couch.

 

“Yeah.” I put all my stuff on the floor next to the couch as I brought my hand up to rub my cheek and winced remembering the feel of Zechs' hand.

 

“Would you like a beer?” Trowa asked as he turned away from me. I leaned back on the couch.

 

“You read my fuckin mind.” Trowa handed me the cold bottle and took one for himself leaning on the desk that sat across from the comfy ass red couch I was sitting on. I did a quick glance around the place. I'd never been in his office. The desk was covered in papers. There was a computer with about an inch of dust and grim covering it. Filing cabinets with paper stacked on top of it and on open drawers. A small safe sat in the corner next to the refrigerator with a hot pan on top of it. Everything was a drab gray and the lighting was dim. The only color was the bright red couch I sat on. I'm sure he'd found it somewhere or someone had given it to him.

 

My attention returned to Trowa as he unzipped the coveralls and took off the top tying the arms around is waste to keep them on. He was wearing a tight white undershirt underneath. I studied his torso, not bad. I sighed pulling a long drink from the bottle.

 

“Man, why does a cold beer seem to make things better?”

 

“I don't know, but I definitely agree with you.” Trowa gave a rare smile. I never saw him smile unless I brought in a new bike for him to tune up. I shifted over on the couch realizing he must be tired too. I was sure he was working all day and I knew he didn't have any other employees.

 

I nodded next to me and Trowa looked nervous for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him. He pushed from the desk grabbing his beer and came to sit next to me.

 

“This couch is comfortable as hell.” I sighed resting my head back on it staring up at the ceiling.

 

“That's why I didn't want to sit next to you.” I glanced at Trowa from the corner of my eye seeing he was in the same position as I. “I don't think I'm going to get off it now.”

 

“I don't mind sharing.” I smirked turning back to the ceiling closing my eyes.

 

The room was silent, except for the low hum from the mechanical equipment below us. I heard the sound of fabric brushing and knew Trowa was moving. My hand gripped the neck of the bottle tighter, just in case. I felt the lips press against mine. My eyes parted and Trowa pulled away. He looked nervously at me as I brought my head up.

 

“I-I'm sorry. I don't know why…” His words trailed off as he moved to leave. My hand fastened on his arm. He looked uncertain on how to react. I let the sly smile come across my face as I pulled him back to his previous spot on the couch keeping my hand on his wrist with enough pressure he knew I wasn't going to let him go.

 

I brought the bottle to my lips glancing at Trowa out of the corner of my eye as I spoke seductively into the brown colored glass. “So, how long have you wanted to do that?” I smirked before dumping the rest of the liquid down my throat. It seemed like this night may still end up better than I planned.

 

“I'm sorry. If you want to hit me you can.” He was staring down at where my hand held his wrist. I could already feel him sweating.

 

“Don't be so nervous. I ain't mad. It was just…unexpected.” I turned towards him letting go of his wrist. He brought his hands to his lap and was fidgeting with the arms of the coveralls tied there, watching his hands closely as if not even he knew what they were doing. Though I knew what he was trying to hide.

 

I reached my hand to his chin, cupping it lightly, bringing his attention to me. “So are you going to answer my question?” I snickered. Trowa quickly turned away from me.

 

“I-I have a lot of work to do.” He didn't move, I knew he wanted me to leave before he did so I wouldn't see the hardened lump in his pants. I wondered if it was his first time, and I don't mean with a guy. I was pretty sure it was his first time at all. I had never heard the guy talk about anything but cars. He didn't have a good grasp on social interaction unless he was bent over an engine with a client explaining something about it.

 

I wasn't leaving though. He started it so he would have to finish me. “So what's stopping ya?” I asked leaning closer to him.

 

I watched his breath quicken. He looked over to me and my proximity. The eerie green eye searching my face trying to think over the thoughts in his mind. He was easy as hell to read. Part of him wanted me, but most of him wanted to run. He just couldn't think of any good excuse I would believe to get me out of there, though even if he could of I wouldn't have left.

 

His attention was back on his coveralls. I wasn't having it. I took a firm hold of his chin, forcing him to look at me. I watched his lips quiver trying to find words he could no longer remember.

 

“Do you want me Trowa?” I watched the green eye widen and his face gave into shock, like I'd just told him his deepest darkest secret no one knew but himself. “Well, do you?” I asked ignoring it.

 

“Duo, I…” He was having a hard time making a decision and either way I knew what I was going to do, so I just moved ahead forcing him to as I pulled his face to mine pushing our lips together. I opened my mouth letting my tongue play in the crease of his meeting lips. He caught the idea and parted them letting my tongue search into his mouth. I got some ground on him pushing him back on the couch getting a better position.

 

One hand moved to the back of his head pulling it to the side giving me access to the tender flesh of his neck and ear. The other moved to the tied arms of the coveralls he wore, easily undoing the knot. I lightly bit his ear sighing there as I pulled the zipper down farther. I could hear Trowa's breath quivering with each releasing tooth of the zipper. I reached my hand to the newly exposed skin letting it slide along his thigh. He let out a soft groan. My hand ghosted up the thin boxers feeling his hardened cock. Trowa's head fell back as I undid the one button that held the fabric together in the front. My pinky and ring finger slowly snuck in followed by the other two to lightly grasp his member. I pulled away from his neck and watched his mouth fall open and his eyes squeeze shut. I felt his rod jerk in my hand and watched his head fall forward as he panted.

 

“Well, that was quick.” He looked to me and my statement as I quirked an inquisitive brow. He looked down at the semen on his shirt quickly wiping it away with the sleeve of his coveralls.

 

“Its just-I mean I just.” He paused rubbing a hand over his face trying to figure out what to say in lieu of explanation. He sighed dropping his hand and his head. I figured he could think of nothing but the truth, which I liked better anyway.

 

“I've dreamt about this so many times. I-I never thought you would…” His sentence trailed off as he chanced a glance at me and I couldn't keep the smile from my face at his words. I wanted to laugh, but knew better. It was hard for him to talk to me or to anyone for that matter, especially about something so personal. “I never thought this would happen.” He was back to looking down at his hands which were holding the sleeve over the mess he'd made on his shirt.

 

I leaned to him again taking his ear in my lips before I seductively husked into it. “And what do I do in these dreams of yours?” Trowa's breath was growing rapid again. I could feel his cock coming to for round two.

 

“Am I gentle with you or do I take you by force?” I slid my hand from his cock to his thigh not wanting another replay of the previous. I couldn't have him getting off again before I even got my first nut. I had a nice batch of population yogurt ready for some bodily consumption and I wasn't bout to waste it on my own hand. “Or was I your bottom?” I gave a slight laugh.

 

Trowa was quietly enjoying my touch and words. I was ready to move this to the next level. The one eyed demon needed some action and I knew better than to try and calm it. I wasn't about to waste the chance to get into Trowa. It'd been far too long since I got ass from anyone but Zechs and I was in need of new toy.

 

I pulled away from Trowa going for my bag. I still carried the lube there though I hadn't done shit with anyone for about two years. Good thing old habits never die.

 

I turned back to Trowa who'd just realized I was no longer touching him. Damn, he must have had some serious fantasies about me if he was still feeling it. I gave him a smirk as I flipped open the cap, the smirk turning into a devilish sneer.

 

“Take em off.” I commanded nodding to the gray coveralls he wore. He looked at me like he didn't understand what I was saying. I leaned closer to him, my eyebrows furrowing. “Take them off.” I practically growled.

 

Trowa stood doing as I demanded and moving to sit back down. “The boxers to.” I sighed wondering if he could even wipe his ass without being told. He followed my demand and sat back down keeping his eyes on the floor. He was tense as hell. I knew this was his first real sexual experience in a long time, maybe ever, but I couldn't be sure. It didn't matter we were too far for turning back.

 

“Lay back on the couch.” He did as I said, but before he could get both legs up I sneaked between them putting one hand on the armrest where his head lay. His eyes were too wide as they looked up at me.

 

“What about your leg?” His voice shook with his wanting fear.

 

“I ain't even feeling it anymore.” And I wasn't as I squeezed some of the lubricant on my hand. I leaned down to Trowa as my free hand moved down his cock and balls to find his small opening. His lips pulled from mine.

 

“What are you doing?” His voice quivered as his hand gripped my arm while the first digit of my finger played around the tight ring into his body.

 

“The tenser you are the more it's going to hurt you.” I said playfully into his ear. “Trust me Trowa. I can be way better than anything you ever dreamt.” I felt his hand lighten on my arm. I slowly inserted the middle digit feeling muscle trying to force me out. Trowa's breath caught and I could feel his resistance.

 

“Relax Trowa. Don't fight me.” I husked in his ear hearing my better half scream to me how it just wanted to plunge right in. It took all my will to fight the demon off. The muscle loosened and Trowa release the breath he was holding. I made sure to go slow, I really didn't want to hurt him. He may not fix my bike if I did and I may never get to hit it again and I could tell this was going to be too much fun to do just once.

 

I heard the soft groans coming from Trowa again and figured it was time to add a little more girth. I slowly added the second finger feeling his hand tighten on my arm again. I didn't move my fingers just sat there till his breathing fell more normal again. When he was comfortable I added the third for good measure. Hey, Duo Maxwell had a reputation for the healthy sized gun between his legs as well.

 

I pulled my fingers out knowing I could wait no longer. He was as ready as I could stand. My hand quickly went to my pants pulling out my swollen cock. I applied the lube with the speed and accuracy of any porn star and positioned myself. I focused to Trowa for a moment seeing the worry on his face. I gave him a quick smile and a kiss, before I pulled back, getting one of his legs on my shoulder and slowly forced myself in.

 

My teeth gritted together in satisfaction as I pulled the breath in through them unable to keep my eyes open at the feel I'd been longing for all night. I always liked to have victory ass after a kill gone well. I put all my weight on my right knee, the left foot on the floor for balance. Trowa's hand gripped my shoulders and pulled me forward. I could feel his nails digging into the skin even through the shirt and knew I hadn't prepped him enough. I fought the urge to start pumping into him and waited until the nails release the skin.

 

I moved slowly trying to keep myself in check hearing the small noises come from him as his eyes closed. I could hear the pleasure in the slight pain he moaned out. The sounds weren't helping. I wanted to say something to relax him, but had to keep my focus on control. I was loosing the battle quickly.

 

I started moving faster feeling his nails scratch down my shoulder. I was glad I kept the shirt on though I knew I would still have marks, they would have been much worse without the shirt. I leaned back getting a better thrust into him. He moaned again and it was much more pleasure than pain and I knew I had found the prostate. I thrust faster feeling my lower abdomen beginning to tighten. I watched the familiar expression cross Trowa's face as he cried out and the semen covered his shirt again. I leaned my head back keeping the vision in my mind and pumped harder and faster. My eyes closed and my teeth gritted together as my body tensed. My mouth fell open letting the low sigh out as I let all the tension loose inside of Trowa. My body pumped a couple more times on it's own accord getting all the excess out and my mind blanked into it's pleasure zone.

 

I pulled out of him letting his leg fall from my shoulder before I fell on top of him panting. I would have to do him again. It was way to fuckin good for a one-time thing. I cringed momentarily wondering if shit was going to get weird.

 

“I should get started on your bike.” Trowa said casually like I wasn't laying on his half naked body and we didn't just fuck.

 

“Yeah.” I smiled knowing it wasn't going to be too awkward. I sat up moving away from him letting him get off the couch. He got dressed as I closed up my shop. Trowa moved to walk past me. I knew he was in pain and hiding it. I couldn't leave it like this. I grabbed his arm pulling him down to sit on my lap.

 

“Hey, don't pretend nothin happened alright, cause it did.” The green eye searched my face for a moment then he nodded. “Good. It's all right. We didn't do anything wrong. You had fun I had fun. Shit, we'll have to do it again.” I smiled before taking his lips. He opened his mouth immediately giving me access I took.

 

I let him go leaning back on the couch. “Now go fix my bike.” I snickered.

 

Trowa smiled and gave me a snort before he went down to the shop. The crisis was averted. All systems were go. My job was done for the night. I lay back on the couch and took my much-needed vacation from reality.

 

I heard the office door open though Trowa kept it nearly silent. I was a light sleeper. I always knew when people came and left a room when I was `sleeping.' I could feel his eye on me. I let the smile take my lips.

 

“You're awake?”

 

“I'm always awake when you're around.” I laughed slyly keeping my eyes closed. Trowa gave a slight laugh. “The bike done?”

 

“Yeah.” He said with a bit of regret. I sat up grabbing my effects. I stood feeling my leg protest. The work out with Trowa hadn't made it feel any better, but my mind was much clearer so the pain was easy to ignore.

 

I walked to him sneaking my arm around his waist and pulling him against me. “Don't worry. You of all people know how much I wreck bikes. I'll be back before you've had time to heal.” I laughed darkly. “Who knows, maybe I'll start wrecking em on purpose.” I gave him a quick kiss before heading down the steps with Trowa following behind.

 

I put my gear on and started the Ducati. Oh yeah, she was running like new again. I nodded to Trowa as I revved it. He opened the garage and I gave him a wave before I tore down the alley. I turned onto the street knowing I had one more stop before I could go home. I figured some of the heat had to of died down, since it was about six in the morning, meaning 12 hours had passed since my first run in with the Chicago P.D.

 

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OMFG I didn't leave a cliff hanger…wahahaha yeah I know you guys love it. Well I gots to work on some shit , for my damn job….hopefully I'll have somemore our this weekend.