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Head Games

By Sultrysiren

(Head Games by Foreigner. I do not own the rights to the song, just using it for this fic.)

Daylight

Alright

I don't know

I don't know if it's real

Long night and something ain't right

You won't show

You won't show how you feel

No time ever seems right

To talk about the reasons why you and I fight

It's high time to draw the line

Put and end to this game

Before it's too late

Duo shook his head, angry. He and Heero had gotten into a fight, again. It had been a messy fight, worse than usual, and Duo had made the mistake of calling Heero a heartless bastard. He was sure Heero was going to knock him out. Instead, Heero had give him `the look' and walked out. That had been hours ago, and there was no sign of him. That was what their relationship had boiled down to these days. Head games. All they did was mind fuck one another now. Well, Heero would mind fuck. Duo tried, but he couldn't seem to evoke a response from the stoic boy he had fallen in love with so long ago. Heero, however, knew how to play the game, and play it well.

He didn't know what was wrong with them. At first, when they had gotten together, they had been a perfect couple. But over time, they had drifted apart. Now, the only way to get any reaction was to fight, and Duo was sick of fighting. He wanted things to be the way they were when they had first gotten together.

The phone rang as Duo was moping, startling Duo from his morbid thoughts. "Duo here."

"Hey, Duo. It's Quatre."

"Hey, Quatre." His voice had lost its usually enthusiastic tone, instead replaced by a tone worthy of Heero.

"What's wrong, Duo? You sound down."

"Ah, Heero and I got into another fight. He walked out on me, and that was a few hours ago." Duo tried to keep the disappointment from his voice, but failed miserably. He still loved Heero, and it hurt him deeply to see his beau pull away from him day after day. Wasn't love supposed to conquer all? Apparently not.

"Why don't we go do something? Take your mind off it."

"Yeah, like what, Quat?"

"Well, there is that new club. Tonight's the grand opening.

Duo was shocked. "I didn't know you liked clubs, Quatre."

Quatre laughed. "I don't go very often, but I do enjoy them. Come on, you'll feel better. And it's not like it will remind you of him. You guys have never gone clubbing together, much less at this place."

Duo chuckled. "You've got a point. When you do want to meet?"

"Well, how about I pick you up in an hour?"

"Sounds good, Quatre. And, thank you."

"It's not a problem, Duo. See you in an hour."

Head games

It's you and me baby

Head games

And I can't take it anymore

Head games

I don't want to play the

Head games

It had been a long time since he had been clubbing, since Heero hated clubs, but all his clothing still fit. Finally, though, he settled on skintight black leather pants and a tight shiny black shirt that had panels of black mesh on the sides. Duo admired himself in the mirror, happy for once in a long time. Unlike his anti-social partner, Duo enjoyed people's company, even when he didn't know them. There was something about clubs that just screamed for him to attend. The music pounding, sweating bodies grinding as one to lyrics too loud to be understood. It called to his very blood. And tonight he was going to go to one. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been clubbing.

A knock sounded at the door, disturbing his thoughts. He went to answer it, praying it was Quatre. It was.

Duo whistled. "Damn Quat. You look great." Indeed, he did. Quatre was dressed all in black, like he was. He had traded his usual kakis for black dress pants and a silk button down black shirt. It was expensive, but nice.

Quatre smiled. "Thanks. You look good, too. Are you ready?"

"Sure am." Duo stepped out, locking the door behind him. He slid his keys into his pockets, and smiled at Quatre. "Let's roll."

Quatre's limo dropped them off at the front of the club, where there was a line that wrapped around the block. "Are you sure we can even get in? Duo asked as they got out.

"Yeah. I know the owner, and she put me on the list to get in."

"Damn." Duo whistled. "Quatre and his connections. So who's the owner?"

"Dorothy," he answered as he walked up to the front of the line. A few people booed and hissed as they were let in, so Duo waved to them before following Quatre in.

The music was blaring full volume, so Duo had to yell to be heard. "Dorothy, huh? Isn't she a little crazy?"

"She's nice once you get to know her."

"That's right, you too have been dating awhile now. I guess I had forgotten." Duo smiled sheepishly. The music started to get to Duo, and he began to sway his way to the dance floor. "Hate to leave you, Quat, but the music's calling to me."

"Dance away, Duo. I wanted to drop in to say hi to Dorothy anyways."

I daydream

For hours it seems

I keep thinking of you

Yeah thinking of you

These daydreams

What do they mean?

They keep haunting me

Are they warning me?

Daylight turns into night

We try and find the answer

But its nowhere in sight

It's always the same

And you know who's to blame

You know what I'm saying

Still we keep on playing

Duo's hips swayed to the music, sending him into a trance. Everything disappeared, all his anger and hurt and confusion as the music flowed through him. It sent him to a world where nothing mattered, nothing could hurt him, and he was free, free from the burdens of the world and it's troubles. Not to mention his fucked up relationship with Heero.

Eventually though, he grew thirsty. Spying the bar on the back wall, he slid through the crowd, smiling as some ran their hands over his body as he passed.

Eventually, he made it to the bar. "What's your pleasure?" The bartender, a lovely blond in her twenties asked him as she ran he tongue over her lips suggestively.

Duo flashed her his best come hither smile and leaned in close. After all, he liked girls as much as he liked boys, and Heero was being a bastard as of late. "Screwdriver."

She smiled at him as he said that, a seductive twist of lips. "Coming right up, sir," she purred, getting what she wanted without taking her eyes off of him.

As she put down the glass, Duo reached out and took it, letting his fingers dance across hers. "Thanks," he said, eyeing her back.

Once he had his glass, he took a sip as he watched him mix drinks and hand out beers. Duo's thoughts were centered on her and what she would look like in his bed as he pounded into her, all that long blond hair spilling around her, the way she called out his name as she came, over and over.

"Hey, Duo."

Duo turned, thoughts interrupted, to see Quatre and Dorothy coming over to him.

"Hey, Quat, Dorothy."

Dorothy laughed as they sat next to him. "I see you're eyeing Madrona."

"Ah, so that's her name." Duo took a sip from his glass. "Pretty thing."

Dorothy eyed her as well. "That she is," she purred as she ran a hand up Quatre's arm. "But I've got enough to satisfy me for now."

"Wish I could say that," Duo groaned, shaking his head.

"You and Heero still having problems?" Dorothy asked sympathetically. Duo nodded before finishing off his drink.

"Yeah. Oh well. I'm going back to the dance floor. See ya," he said to the two before heading back towards the floor.

Head games

That's all I get from you

Head games

And I can't take it anymore

Head games

Don't wanna play the

Head games

Duo swayed his way through the crowd, immersing himself into the flow of the music once more.

He was swaying to the music once more when a couple on one of the raised platforms caught his eye. Zechs was here as well, dancing away. Duo was mesmerized by the way Zechs moved, the flow of his body and the way his hair shimmered and seemed to have a life of its own. He couldn't see his partner yet, as Zechs had his back to him. Duo smirked and went back to dancing by himself, lost in the throes of the music.

When Duo looked back up, Zechs had moved so that he caught his profile. It also revealed his partner. For a second Duo couldn't make out whom it was. Then he could see him. Duo stopped moving as it all hit him. It was Heero. Heero was cheating on him, and with Zech, no less.

Duo couldn't believe it. Heero was clubbing, something he refused to do with Duo. And he was dancing away with his old enemy. The pressure in his chest reached a peak, and Duo ran, ran towards the exit. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. It was too much to think about.

He had reached the exit when something dawned on him. He had come with Quatre. He had no ride home. So Duo made his way back toward the bar. He was going home, yes, but he was going to get piss ass drunk before that. Fucking Heero.

So near

So far away

We pass each other by

`Cause we don't know what to say

It's so clear

I'm sorry to say

But if you want to win

You gotta learn how to play

Duo was almost unintelligible when Quatre finally came up to him, Dorothy hot on his heels. They both looked worried as they took seats to either side of him.

"Duo," Dorothy said as they sat next to him. "Why don't you come back to my office for a little bit?"

Duo shook his head and downed the rest of his drink. "No. I want to drink." He signaled to the bartender, but Dorothy shook her head no as Quatre eased him off the barstool. "Come on, Duo. Dorothy will send someone for food so you can sober up a little before we head back to my place," Quatre piped up.

Duo shook his head again. "Did you see them? Did you fucking see them? Fucking bastard is cheating on me, with fucking Zechs no less. No, I'm staying right here, thank you, and drinking myself into oblivion." Duo signaled to the bartender again, but she pretended not to see him. "Fuck this, man, I'm leaving."

"Duo, don't!" Quatre made a grab for his friend, but Duo evaded him easily.

"Fuck you, man. Just fuck you."

He was outside when he bumped into a couple. "Sorry man," he mumbled, looking up as he said that. His eyes widened when he saw who it was. It was Heero and Zechs.

Heero whispered something to Zechs, who just nodded and walked back into the club, looking slightly puzzled.

"You fucking bastard!" Duo screamed, eyes still wide. "How dare you!"

"I thought that bringing someone home that we could share would improve things," Heero replied coolly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And you couldn't fucking inform me of this?" Duo threw up his hands at that. "You fucking bastard. You fucking heartless bastard." Duo spit on the ground at his feet. "Fuck you, Heero. Fuck you both." And with that, Duo ran out into the chill night.

Head games

Always you and me baby

Head games

Til I can't take it anymore

Instead of making love

Head games

Oh

"Jesus, Duo." The limo Quatre and he had taken to the club pulled up next to him. Duo hadn't gotten very far on foot, and he swayed where he was as Dorothy and Quatre pulled him into the confines of the limo.

"We saw them dancing together," Dorothy said as they sat him between the two of them. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not," Duo slurred. "I just ran into them on the way out. Fuck, dude!" Duo put his head in his hands as he fought tears. Things had been bad enough, but to find them together? That was unthinkable. "Fuck," he reiterated, groaning as he did. "And you know the worst part? Heero said that he was with Zechs to introduce him into our relationship. It was his way to fix things. FUCK!" Duo slammed a fist into his leg, ignoring the pain. Quatre gave him a hug as Dorothy rubbed his back.

"I'm so sorry, Duo," Quatre said sympathetically. "I know that must hurt like a bitch."

Duo chuckled. "You have no idea, dude. You have no idea." And with those words, all the alcohol in his system caught up and he passed out in Quatre's arms.

Duo awoke in one of the spare bedrooms in Quatre's home, knowing three things. That the blow of Heero and Zechs still hurt, that he had to piss something fierce, and that he had a hangover, a bad one.

Somehow Duo made himself move, first to the bathroom, then downstairs to the kitchen. He had been in Quatre's home enough times that he knew where everything was. It was getting there that was proving to be the biggest obstacle.

Dorothy and Quatre were just starting breakfast when Duo stumbled into the dining room clutching his head and moaning pitifully.

Quatre slid a huge plateful of food in front of him as he sat. "Eat."

"God, I don't think I can," Duo moaned, but managed to choke down a forkful of eggs. "Did last night really happen?"

"We are both so sorry, Duo," Quatre said. "That was a bad way to tell someone you want to end things."

Duo laughed. "Oh, he didn't say it was over. I get that particular pleasure." Duo forced another forkful of eggs down. "If you can give me a ride back to my place, I'll grab my stuff. It's over. It's fucking over."

Head games

Always you and me baby

Head games

Til I can't take it anymore

Head games

Instead of making love

We play head games

Duo was out of the limo before it had stopped. "Wait here, Quat, and I'll just grab what I want."

"Okay." Quatre looked worried, but listened to his friend. After all, he knew the best way to deal with Heero.

Duo strode up to his now old house, memories making his chest tight. This was where he had lived for years with Heero. They had made so many plans, had made love so many times here that his eyes blurred. It was going to be hard for him to say bye, but he had to. He had to protect his heart, and the only way to do that was to leave. Shit.

Heero was sitting at the kitchen table when Duo walked in. "I'm only here for my stuff. I can't stand you anymore, Heero. All we do is mind-fuck one another, and that blow with Zechs was enough," he said curtly. Heero just grunted and went back to drinking his coffee. Duo was hurt at that. He didn't try to argue with him, he didn't say he was sorry and that he would fix things. Heero was just letting him go.

Duo fought tears as he made his way to Heero's bedroom thinking about what he wanted to grab, and what could be replaced. His thoughts stopped cold, though, when he opened the door.

Zechs was lying on the bed, nude. The sheet covering him had slipped, leaving him exposed.

Zechs cracked open one eye and looked at Duo. When he saw who it was, his eyes flew open wide, and he sat up, pulling the sheet over his body. "Duo," he began. "Duo, I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't. But there was Zechs, naked, in his old bed with a box of condoms and some lube on the nightstand.

Once everything had processed, he spoke. "Don't say one more word. Not one more fucking word." And with that Duo turned around and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

"I thought you wanted your stuff, Duo," Heero called out to Duo as he blindly made his way to the door.

"It's all replaceable," Duo said as he reached the door. "Bye, Heero." And with that, he slammed the front door behind him, cutting off Heero's reply. "Fuck you, Heero," Duo whispered to the closed door once more before going back to the waiting limo. "Fuck you both."