Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Bear Hugs ( Chapter 2 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys *cheering from characters of GW* SHUT THE F*CK UP! *everyone buy hiriyou sweatdrops*

Warnings: AU, lime, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde-bashing, oh yeah, and now we have OC!

Pairings: 3+4+3, 1+2+1 (later), 5+?? 13X1 (mentioned)

Wufei: *heero yuy glare-o-death aimed at Hiriyou* I know that Duo told you I'm allergic to cherries *onna*....

Hiriyou: *vein popping out of forehead* Did. You. Just. Call. Me. An. ONNA?!?!?!?!

Wufei: *cowers and says meekly* umm.... no?

Hiriyou: *bright cheerful grin, all signs of said vein have miraculously disappeared* Oh okay then! That's a relief! I thought I was going to have to pull your intestines out through your ass, the pull them back into your body through your esophagus if you had called me an onna.... But, since you didn't, I don't need to! *sunny smile still plastered firmly on her face*

Wufei *blanches*

Trowa to Duo: *whispers* Remind me never to get Hiriyou angry.

Heero and Quatre nod with wide eyes, everyone staring at the estranged bitch high off of a combination of PMS and schizophrenia.... (1)

Hiriyou: * turns to audience* Well then... let's get on with the fic shall we?

~~ scene change ~~

*** POV change ***

//thoughts//

Bear Hugs

For what had to be the hundredth time within the last hour, Heero Yuy, a man who had never *once* cared about his appearance whatsoever, was fidgeting in front of the mirror.

No matter how hard he tried, his hair seemed to have a will of it's own, sticking out here and there with no regard at all for the person it was attached to. //Then again, Duo didn't say anything against the way my hair is.. Treize did.// Shaking to clear the disturbing thoughts from his head, the young man tried desperately to try and satisfy himself with his appearance.

When Duo had accepted his date offer, Heero knew exactly what it was he *wanted* to do to him, but refused to do something like that until they knew each other a little better. And there was no way he would ever pressure somebody so sweet and beautiful like the braided one into something he didn't want to.

The phone rang and the executive ran to it only to stumble into the table it was on. Muffling curses in his native tongue and English, he picked up the receiver, "Hello?" he said in a calm voice that didn't betray his unwavering anxiousness that it might be the gorgeous siren calling to say the date was off.

"Hi Heero!" came a cheerful, sunny voice from the other end.

"Oh, hey Quatre," he spoke disappointed and relieved at the same time.

"Well, sorry! I know when I'm wanted!" he joked.

"No! No Quatre! Don't hang up! I apologize, I guess I was hoping -and dreading- that it was Duo," Heero said hastily, he didn't his best friend thinking he didn't want to talk to him.

"I suspected as much, it's quite alright Heero."

Heero smiled slightly, his friend always knew how he was feeling, it was weird, but it made him happy to know that someone did.

"So, what are you doing right now?"

"Getting ready for my date with Duo."

"Oh really? What time is your guys' date?"

"7:30"

Quatre almost spit out the tea he had been sipping out. "7:30?! But Heero! It's only twenty after five!"

"I know Quatre.... But um.... I just kinda... wanted to be sure I looked good for our date..." the Japanese man's cheeks tinged slightly, he could tell Quatre anything and he knew he wouldn't get teased by him, but he hated admitting that he was worried about how he looked.

The Asian heard chuckling from the other end and scowled at the inanimate object, knowing full well that Quatre couldn't see it.

"Oh Heero..."

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Duo paced his living room nervously, he knew that if he didn't stop he was going to start wearing away at the ground since it seemed that the carpet wouldn't be able to take much more.

"Maxwell! Will you please stop it? You're starting to give me a migraine," Wufei grumbled as he watched the young man quit walking and start to chew on the end of his braided rope of hair.

"I can't help it Wu-man! I'm so worried! What if he calls the whole thing off?! God... he's really hot you know? And I don't want him to think I'm just an idiot who talks all the time you know?" the American graced his Chinese friend with a puzzled expression.

"Ok, the first one, I don't *want* to know. But to the second one, yes I do know," he smirked slightly, "know that you *are* just a braided idiot that talks all the time!

"Awww... Wu-bear! I love you, too!" Duo just grinned something devil-may- care while he watched his friend's face turn slightly purple.

"Kisama! Maxwell! I'll get you for that!"

"Will you shove your sword up my ass?" he asked in one of his most suggestive tones but the other man's face only turned creepily calm.

"In your dreams Maxwell..."

Large violet eyes grew even wider, then a huge grin settled onto the face attached to the violet eyes.

"You.. You... You just answered to my innuendo!" he heartily slapped the Chinese on the back, "There may be help for you yet my friend!"

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Stepping into the fancy restaurant, Heero did a quick sweep around the patrons eating and chatting merrily. Not finding the chestnut head he had been looking for, the Japanese man turned back towards the overly obnoxious waitress, who was trying fruitlessly to flirt with him.

"So... What were the reservations under again?" she giggled in a valley- girl type of voice that reminded him of Relena, he winced simultaneously.

"Yuy."

Giggles again.. Dammit! What the hell was with those annoying giggles?! He *hated* it when girls giggled!

"Right this way *sir*..." she winked at him so ostentatiously that he was surprised her nylon eyelashes didn't fall off, or that the whole restaurant didn't take notice, they looked like they had to weigh at least three pounds.

He sat down at the reserved table and waited for his date in an almost neurotic state.

"Heero?"

Twisting around like a basket case, something sickeningly cracked in his neck. //I'll have to go and make sure I don't have whiplash or something later// Then Heero got a good look at Duo. //... much later.//

The braided man was fidgeting around anxiously and wringing his hands together. The other noticed that Duo kept looking around like he expected someone to come over and tell him to leave or beat him up or something. Heero's heart twinged when he dwelled on why this beauty might be acting in such an agitated state.

Duo had put on simple and plain, black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and a simple black jacket over it. The jacket had a deep royal purple trim that complimented it's wearer's eyes perfectly. The whole look itself was humble and modest, but on Duo, he was a walking, talking wet dream. And his own brown dress pants became considerably more uncomfortable than usual.

//Bad! Bad Heero! No think like that! No think like that!// Berating himself for letting his hormones take over his body and thoughts, this was not going be a meaningless fuck or two and then act as if nothing had ever happened between them! He wanted, ached, to have a real relationship with this other boy that had somehow decided that Heero was worthy enough to be in his presence.

"Please Duo, you're making me feel nervous, sit down please."

"Oh.. Ok..." Duo still glanced around like he was expecting a herd of rampaging purple spotted elephants to come charging at him.

"Umm.. Duo? Is something wrong?" Heero knitted his brows together in thought, what was going wrong? Didn't Duo like this restaurant? They could always go to some other eating place, or whatever type of place he preferred.

Looking back at Heero as if he just realized he was there, the American's cheeks blushed slightly and he muttered slightly, "Wha-? Oh, no.. Nothing's wrong." He looked back down at the table and his long fingers playing with the end of his braid.

Heero snorted, "Yes there *is* something wrong. I can tell Duo. Just tell me what, please?"

A look of resignation crossed the other's elfin features before he sighed his response and dropped his mane, "Alright Heero, let's just say I'm a little uneasy about being in a place so... so..."

"*So?*"

"Posh! Fancy, elegant, expensive, or whatever other synonym you want to call it. I'm just not used to it!" Duo sighed in exasperation at his own words. //That must have been really offending// he thought, //God, I bet he'll never want to take me out again! Dammit! Why the hell did I have to open my fucking mouth?//

Heero looked puzzled, confused, "Umm.. Then would you like to go somewhere else perhaps?"

Duo's eyebrows came together and he tried to remedy the situation, "Oh but Heero! You made these reservations and everything! And I know that this restaurant is really hard to get in to and, no, no! Let's stay!"

The Asian man smiled and tried to keep from laughing slightly. "Duo it's fine! Really it is. I just thought you might enjoy it here. We can always go somewhere else if this type of atmosphere makes you uncomfortable. Really, I don't mind at all!"

Brows furrowed together and eyes looking doubtful, "You sure?" Duo asked timidly. He *really* didn't feel comfortable in fancy, expensive restaurants like this one and was anxious to be able to get out.

Heero allowed a tiny smile but his eyes glowed with something undescribable, and he nodded a positive answer. Almost immediately the other's face seemed merrier.

"Ok, thanks! This is great! I know a *great* place where we can go!" Duo grinned his patent devil-may-care smile and the tone made his companion slightly queasy.

"O...K..." Heero replied hesitantly.

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Slinking along the maimed and demolished road in the extremely angsty neighborhood. Heero wasn't scared of many things, only two in fact; 1) Relena, and 2) Pink. But he unwaveringly believed there would be a third one added tonight and that would be discovering as to how and why Duo wanted/knew about such a place as they were approaching.

The broken down and decrepit shack that had the sign "Axel's Greases" hanging above the so-called "establishment."

The two men slinked up to the door and Duo pushed it open, standing back while doing so. Heero though, never being here before, got hit by a full frontal attack of a face full of acrid-smelling clouds of smoke and other noxious gases together. Once he could regain his sense of smell and remembered to breathe, he opened his eyes.

Duo was already in the bar and smiling cheekily at the occupants. He waved a hand at the bartender who waved back happily. "Hey Axel! Can me and my friend here get a couple of Maxwell Specials please?" Duo put on an innocent face while Axel choked slightly.

"Duo! You're the only person who can stand that concoction you brew up. And you don't want to scare away any more friends do you? You need all the ones you can keep around!"

The bartender and boy laughed but something told Heero that it was joking covering up something they'd rather not think about too much. Heero realized that Duo had spoken and shook his head, "Excuse me? I'm sorry Duo, what did you say?"

His eyes were warm and he just smiled at Heero, "I said, 'What do you want to drink?'"

"Oh... Um.. Can I have one of those drinks you and... and.."

"Axel."

"Right! Axel. One of the drinks you and Axel were talking about. What did you call them? Maxwell specials?"

"Uh.. Heero? Are you sure you want one of those? They're pretty strong, Axel was serious when he said I'm the only one who can stand 'em.." there was real concern dancing in the amethyst eyes, and if it weren't for Heero's extremely stubborn pride, he would've noticed.

"If you can drink them so can I! Bring a pair of them on!"

Sighing and shaking his head, the other man signaled for Axel to bring out a couple of shots of the infamous drink. One that sent more than one guy running to the bathroom before, and after they drank it.

The bartender came back out with a matching set of noxious looking concoctions. They were fizzling and foamy bubbles were spilling over the sides. Oh yeah, and the fact that the liquid itself was a bluish-violet color didn't help to cure the Japanese man of his sudden case of the stomach flu.

Duo cheerfully grappled the creation and grinned as he said, "Bottoms up!"

Tentative fingers wrapped around the other glass and raised it in salutation. Slowly, it came to his lips. The stench was enough to make his eyes water, but he refused to let them spill so he downed it quickly. When Heero finally opened his eyes after that toxic beverage, he saw that Duo's eyes had become saucers. "What?!"

"Heero..." then the shell-shocked face broke out in a huge, impish grin,"Way to go! Guess you can take the heat, can't you?" he slapped his companion on the back which, in turn, made said companion lurch and hold on to his stomach and rush into the grimy bathroom to hug a toilet. (2)

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Lounging on the bar stool, waiting for Heero, Duo Maxwell was bored stiff. //Not literally, good thing too, after the earlier one in the restaurant, I don't want to have to deal with that again!//

A burly guy decide to strut up to the bar. Black leather pants, leather vest, the whole nine yards as it goes. He took one look at the violet-eyed siren and grinned something evil.

"Sooooo...." the man's greasy voice reminded him of a slug, what is such a pretty little thing like yourself doing in this place?"

"Please leave me alone. I'm not interested." steeling his eyes to the liquor behind the counter and trying to get the huge guy to leave him alone.

"Aww. Don't be like that! Give me a chance *gorgeous*" the tone of his voice made Duo shiver involuntarily. Then the guy put his arms around Duo and he struggled a bit. Where was Axel? Where was Heero? Why weren't any of the other patrons helping him? Couldn't they see he was in trouble?

Struggling to free himself from the tight hold on his body, Duo was failing miserably. His arms were pinned to his sides and the monster behind him had to at least be a foot taller than him, over seventy-five pounds heavier too, he guessed. Thrashing his head from side to side, the guy bent his head down to Duo's ear and said, "God, you look so delicious, I just want to fuck that sweet little body, over and over again. And no matter how fast or how hard I go on you, I bet you'll like it, won't you, you little slut? Bitch. Whore. Mmmm..." Now the guy was nuzzling his neck and Duo was so disgusted with himself for letting the bear of a man get a hold on him in the first place.

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Still wiping his hands on the paper towel, Heero looked up to see a guy holding a struggling Duo in a tight embrace, practically raping him there. //MINE!//

TBC...

(1) Ok, I may not have schizophrenia, but when I'm on PMS, nobody gets in my way.

(2) That came from a good friend of mine, Steph. It's a saying of hers; "Tequila: have you hugged your toilet today?" Oh, and about Duo's drink, I have no fucking clue what it is, but I've seen a guy drink something similar to it, minus the color. His was a greenish-brown. Ewwwwwwwwww.....