Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Housewarming ❯ Chapter 1

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And, just in case, this is a LEMON with Duo and an OC. Anyhow, read on.

 

`I'm sick of it!' a short, redheaded girl thought with finality as she slammed the novel she was reading onto her coffee table. `It's been three hours and whoever that jerk is won't stop with that... that noise!' she continued fuming as she lifted herself from her loveseat and began to storm out of her ridiculously large living room. `It's about time someone makes him or her shut up!'

 

With that, she opened her door and closed it more forcefully than she knew she should and, for the moment, she couldn't care less...

 

`How dare they be as disrespectful as they are!? Do they not know that there are other people in this building with the same rights as them?' She made her way down the corridors of her apartment complex, toward the stairs that led to the floor below hers. Her footsteps were a bare whisper against the carpeted floors. A bare whisper that was swallowed by the horrid music that shook the walls. She still couldn't believe none of her neighbors had complained, though, chances were, most of them weren't even in the building. Spring was at it's finest and, since most of the people in the complex were college students as herself, most had left for their glorified “spring break.” Since she wasn't one to marvel over the wonders of getting ass-drunk and vomiting for hours later, having wet T-shirt contests, having unsafe sex with as many strangers as she may run into, and all the other spectacles her classmates were so enthusiastic about, she had stayed home. She had looked forward to having two full weeks of relax to dedicate to her books and to study a thing or two, and now some idiot had decided to stay and shatter her peace.

 

To say she was furious would be an understatement. She was actually looking forward to confronting the idiot to shut him or her up once and for all.

 

She had been calmly reading one of her favorite classics, “Hamlet,” when, all of the sudden, a loud, pounding noise made its way into her home. With the horrid, rumble she could clearly hear screeching guitars and some sort of vocalist that seemed as if he was screaming in agony instead of singing.

 

Green eyes blazing, she reached the source of her annoyance. Taking a deep breath to keep herself from basically screaming her head off at whoever was bothering her, she rose a calm hand to knock at the door. As she should have foreseen, the sound was lost somewhere in the thundering noise. Getting angrier, her thin eyebrows narrowing dangerously and her mouth set in an annoyed scowl, she knocked again, a bit more forcefully this time. Once again, the sound was lost. Her patience dangling by a thread, she formed a solid fist and began to knock the door for all she was made of while yelling, “hello!?”

 

After a few seconds and a loss of a great deal of her stoicism, the door was suddenly open and, instead of pounding on wood, her fist met solidly with something else.

 

“Ow! Great way to greet a person,” a male voice complained airily while he rubbed the spot the redhead had punched on his chest.

 

Feeling just a slight bit embarrassed, the shorter girl glared up at the tall boy that smiled kindly down at her.

 

“Need a cup of sugar or somethin'?” he asked before giving a quick look behind him at the messy place and scratching the back of his head. “I sorta don't have anything, ya' know, being that I just moved in today and only have the basics-” he wasn't allowed to continue rambling before he was cut off by a cold, determined voice.

 

“Turn down -or off, for that matter- that horrible noise you're listening to.”

 

“What?” the taller boy asked, bewildered.

 

“You heard me clearly, and, if you didn't, it's because of that horrid music that doesn't even let me think!” she retorted exasperatedly, giving a stomp of a foot in frustration.

 

“Hey, look, as far as I know, I'm paying to live here as well, so, I repeat, as far as I know, I have a right to listen to whatever I want to. Besides, the landlord told me the building was basically empty, how was I to know that there would be someone that would bitch me because of the music I like!” the teen replied, getting infuriated as well.

 

“Well, there is someone here to “bitch” about the music you like and, as someone who pays to live here as well, I have a right to not listen to what I don't want to.”

 

They stood staring at one another, arms crossed over their chests, both pairs of eyes sharing the same, intense gleam.

 

Finally, the tall boy gave a defeated sigh and broke into a crooked grin. “You're feisty, I like ya',” he stated out of the blue, while turning on his heel to return into his apartment.

 

Before she knew it, the bothersome music was gone and she still stood, feeling rather stupid and awkward, in the hallway, arms still crossed in a grouchy manner.

 

“Are you gonna come in, or not?” the boy asked, holding the door, as if ready to close it, large, blue eyes gleaming with humor.

 

The redhead considered that thought. Why would she want to enter some stranger's apartment? It was illogical, dangerous and plain stupid. Yet, for some odd reason, she was still mulling over it. Before she could react, a warm, large hand was grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a spacious room filled with boxes, while the boy muttered something like, “don't be a pain in the ass.”

 

Once the door was closed behind the redhead, the taller boy turned and left for the kitchen. Just then, the short redhead finally took regard of a long, chestnut-colored rope that swung behind him. It wasn't in her nature to be nosy, but she couldn't help but notice a large amount of posters and CD's in stacks. She recognized them as most of the Heavy Metal rock bands that were “in”. As she gave a curious look at one of the vocalists, she couldn't help but make the comparison; oddly and, distantly, this boy resembled a few of them, with that impossibly long hair and wearing all black, as he was.

 

She was pulled out of her reverie as the boy returned with two cans of soda. “Here,” he offered with a smile. The redhead took it, but eyed it suspiciously and refused to drink of it. Pulling a chair from a bunch, he offered it to the shorter teen and grabbed one for himself.

 

Stiffly, the redhead sat down out of what little courtesy she kept for him, but, still, she preferred to just not drink from the can, feeling more than a bit distrustful.

 

“Aw, c'mon, you can't be that stuck-up! I'm not drugging you, for Christ's sake!” he said exasperatedly, noticing her cross attitude. “Gimme that,” he stated, taking the can from her hand, and took a long swig from it. “Now, if I planned on drugging you, I've just wasted most of it on myself.” He returned the can and the redhead stared at it as if what he had just done was the most disgusting thing on the Earth Sphere.

 

“Oh, true, now it's “infested”. Here, have my soda and stop being such a pain in the ass,” he said, exchanging sodas.

 

She still didn't drink it, just stared at the drops of moisture that fell down the sides of it. She wondered why she was still there, after all, she had managed to get what she wanted. Now, there was no point in remaining in unknown territory, specially knowing that the entire building was empty and no one would hear her if she called for help. Another side of her mind banished that thought. Why would she need help? After all, the brunet seemed rather civil, if not for his inappropriate language.

 

“Ch', your people skills don't seem to be the best in the world, I guess. You're kinda, supposed to say something along the line of “my name is”, “nice to meet you, I am” and so on. But, seeing to the fact that you're as much a people person as Heero, hi, my name is Duo Maxwell. I run, I hide, but I don't lie- that's me in a nutshell,” he stated, a goofy grin on his face as he extended his free hand as if expecting for hers to shake with it.

 

The redhead didn't bother asking who “Heero” was, not caring for the information. Finally giving a defeated sigh, she extended her hand and introduced herself. “My name is Sarah Langley.”

 

The larger, warm digits wrapped around hers and she observed the way he shook her hand with a critical eye. Not too hard to make it hurt, but not too soft to practically let her hand fall out. He didn't hold it out for too long, yet didn't make it short enough to seem as if he was trying to release himself as quickly as possible. As far as handshakes go, she figured, his was rather good.

 

“So, how long have you lived here?” he asked casually as he took a swig of his soda.

 

Sarah shrugged mentally and decided to just “go with the flow”. “Two years. I moved during summer vacations because it's easier than later on when school's on and most of us want to live near it.” And, almost as an afterthought, she added, “why did you move here?”

 

Duo's grin grew slightly before he answered. “I've just transferred from Sanq University because I missed my roots.”

 

“You missed Massachusetts?”

 

“Nah, the States. At least, I think these are my roots... Bah, it doesn't matter... The point is, I needed people that were less... European. Too many aristocrats. Anyhow, I decided it was best if I moved in during spring break, since there's no one around and so I wouldn't miss any classes.” Sarah noticed, with slight amusement, the fact that he spoke as quickly as a child on a sugar high.

 

“And you plan on getting into the most privileged university in the Earth Sphere just like that? I'll have you know, Harvard has very high standards.”

 

Duo gave a light chuckle, “I'm already in,” he stated with a sly grin.

 

Sarah clearly was rather shocked. She had supposed that the taller boy was a total idiot. If not for his rock-star look, he could easily have been portrayed as one of the high school, football team's leaders. The totally hunky, yet totally stupid, popular guy. She must have been wrong, though, because no jock could make it into Harvard just like that.

 

“You already transferred completely?”

 

“I still gotta unpack, in case you haven't noticed, which was what I was doing until you came to bitch about my music.”

 

Sarah scoffed at the comment and said, “well, if I'm bothering you, I'd rather leave,” as she began to stand up, depositing the can of soda on a nearby box.

 

“Hey! Wait a minute! That's no way to be a good neighbor. You should bring me a Jell-O or cake or at least some kind of food and help me get settled in,” the braided teen stated as he jumped to his feet behind her.

 

“I'm sorry, but it isn't in my interests to fraternize with strangers. If you are in need of food, there's a deli about a block away, which most of my classmates have said is rather good. Buy yourself something...” she stated with an air of finality as she made her way through the boxes toward the door.

 

“You don't need to “fraternize with strangers” if I'm not a stranger,” the brunet stated matter-of-factly. “C'mon, don't be such a bitch and help me out. It's like eleven o'clock and I'm starving! All I've eaten since yesterday was breakfast!” he replied, blue eyes gone large and impossibly round. The brunet's expression was so pitiful and his excuse was so lame it made Sarah reconsider.

 

With an irritated grunt, she replied, “Fine.”

 

“Great! I'll go get some grub, I'd suggest you change into more comfortable clothes,” Duo replied, eyeing Sarah's attire.

 

She supposed it was best if she change, considering she was wearing a knee-long, black skirt and a pristine white blouse, both things being of colors that easily stain.

 

With another grunt, she turned to the door and left while Duo searched around in his apartment for his keys. Had she been in the mood, she would have told him to just leave the place unlocked since, after all, she would be there in a few minutes, but, unluckily for the taller boy, she wasn't up to talking.

 

 

About half an hour later, Sarah found herself standing against one of the hallway walls, waiting for Duo to return from his grocery shopping. `It's been twenty minutes since I've been standing here like an idiot and Mr. Jock isn't back. If he doesn't return in five minutes, I'm leav-' she was cut off in her ranting as said brunet appeared around the corner, bags dangling from his arms and a heavy scent of various foods with him.

 

“You're still here!” he stated with amusement as he walked over to her.

 

“I almost left,” she replied crossly, pulling herself away from the wall and taking the keys he was offering her to unlock the door.

 

She walked in first and waited until Duo was inside to close the door behind him. He rested all the bags on the counter top and began to pull out most of their contents. “Ya' know, there's lots of ethnic foods just a few blocks away. Why settle for the deli when you can eat sushi?” he added cheerfully.

 

Sarah wasn't one to marvel over Asian food, always rather reluctant to try their odd blends of nearly raw animals and spices, so she said nothing while she watched the taller brunet finish unpacking. He had bought all types of foods; Arabian, Chinese, Indian, Greek, Italian and some common turkey sandwiches.

 

“All you can eat!” Duo declared with his overly- merry voice as he settled down after washing his hands, Sarah noted pleasantly, with his overly short chair basically under the breakfast nook.

 

With a bemused smile, Sarah cleansed herself as well, as always, neurotic, and grabbed her own chair eyeing the food suspiciously, searching for something that she wasn't afraid of eating.

 

Duo noticed the fact that a small smirk was splaying over her lips and cheered her on, “aw! Yer' warmin' up to me! It was about time! Here, try this...”

 

He placed a large bowl between them and filled it with the Indian food. Reaching a hand into it, he grabbed a bunch of things that seemed like some sort of pasta with life, and ate them.

 

Sarah, being totally alien to these sorts of eating habits, watched him with disgust and said, “I'd rather just try a turkey sandwich, if you may.”

 

“Just try it, this is real good stuff,” Duo offered over a mouthful. Placing his hand into the bowl, he pulled out some more and began to shove it in Sarah's direction.

 

“This is totally unhygienic and-” the redhead's rants were cut off as the taller brunet shoved some food successfully into her mouth, effectively shutting her up on the spot.

 

Paling for a second, Sarah remained still and refused to chew. Duo, meanwhile was leading her on by repeating something along the lines of, “c'mon! It's not poison! Just taste it! Don't spit it! You know how many kids in the Earth Sphere would kill to try something like this? Think of how lucky you are and don't be so damn picky!” Over and over he repeated that, so, just to shut the annoying teen up, Sarah chewed on it quickly and swallowed.

 

“See? Was it all that bad?”

 

Thinking it over, she guessed it really wasn't. True, she still had so many diseases she could get by eating that, but, still, the taste really wasn't unpleasant. “No.”

 

“Want some more?”

 

“No.”

 

“'Kay.”

 

 

By the time they had finished lunch, it was already one in the afternoon and they had already lost two hours since they met. Cleaning up, Sarah said it was best if they organized themselves before taking action, so as if to not have the entire living room filthy, along with the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, etc. Duo, not completely delighted at the thought of having to organize, reluctantly agreed.

 

The apartment was, without a doubt, luxurious. There was the designated large living room to the right of the entrance, two steps under the normal floor level. Along the same path that gave to the short stairs, on the main level, there was the to-be dining room. To the dining room's right, there was a nice, cozy kitchen with patterns of light blue and white tiles. Sarah hadn't seen the rest of Duo's apartment, but the design was the same as hers, so she knew as a fact that, from the dining room, there was a corridor that led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom. Though it held no great amount of rooms, the apartment's space was abundant and, for just one person, way more than enough.

 

“I don't wanna unpack my bedroom stuff yet `cause I'm gonna paint it,” Duo stated as they knelt between boxes, separating what belonged in which room.

 

“When are you planning on doing so?” the shorter redhead asked absently while separating Duo's coffee mugs from his winter clothes.

 

“I was thinking on doing it today, but I've lost too much time, besides, I haven't even bought the paint, so I wanna do it tomorrow,” he replied as he pulled out his DVD player from its box and searched for its cables.

 

“Oh.”

 

“Do ya' mind if I ask ya' for help?” he asked with a grin.

 

“No,” Sarah replied, already feeling like as if she had somehow established some sort of bond with the taller boy.

 

“Great. Now, you can put that in there,” he instructed as he pointed at his dishes and the white cupboards that hung above the kitchen counter.

 

Sarah diligently went and began to organize his dishes as she placed them at the spots she had assigned her own in her kitchen. “So, Duo, where are you really from? Sanq?” she asked curiously as she went about doing her tasks.

 

“Nah. I'm not sure where I'm really from, but I do remember ending up on L2 as a stowaway when I was five or something. I moved into Sanq about three years ago,” he replied casually as he connected his big screen TV and DVD player.

 

“Oh, that's so sad, I'm sorry,” Sarah replied with genuine sorrow. “Don't you have any family that can tell you or something?”

 

“I dunno. The last thing I remember about my family is my mom hugging me tight and telling me over and over again how real men don't cry. That's pretty much all, I think there's something like explosions or something in the back, but it's just a blur. I can't even remember her face all that much either. But, I later on had `families' of sorts and I'll never forget them,” Duo stated openly.

 

“Wow. I used to bitch about having a family when my mom grounded me; it makes me feel like a brat now. I'm so sorry,” she added again. Seriously, she always knew she had been overly spoiled. She was the only child in a slightly wealthy family; it was only expected that she turn out that way. Even nowadays, though she considered herself independent, her parents were the ones who paid for her college and all things she may need, her apartment included. But, hearing Duo's story really sent a shiver through her. While her entire family was pampering her, Duo had none.

 

Trying to change the subject, if only slightly, Sarah said, “if you have no relatives, then who's paying for all your expenses? Because, I mean, I know how pricey these apartments are and, if you have a full scholarship for school, you should be moving into one of the dorms, right? And, no job you may have as a nineteen-year-old could afford this place.”

 

Duo chuckled softly and was graced with an arch of an elegant eyebrow from the other girl. “Ever heard of the Winner heir?” he asked casually.

 

“Of course, Quatre Winner, that blond kid that's always on TV,” she stated dully. “What's with him?”

 

“He's a close friend of mine. He pays for the apartment and food and my common expenses. And, have you ever heard of Relena Peacecraft or Darlian, however you prefer to call her?”

 

Sarah granted him a look that suggested it was an incredibly stupid question.

 

“Well, she's also a really close friend. She pays for school.”

 

To say that Sarah was surprised would be a total understatement. Her mouth was gaping and she couldn't articulate any words. Finally, after a small chuckle from Duo to wake her, she managed to recover some of her wits. “How on Earth did you ever get to being friends with people like them?” she asked, eyes narrow as she studied his expression.

 

Duo seemed oddly hesitant to answer that. The shorter redhead wondered what he was hiding, after all, his past really wasn't her business, but it wasn't as if it had to be a secret or something.

 

Due to the other boy's silence, Sarah scoffed and said; “you're bluffing.”

 

That did it. If there was one thing Duo would never turn down, it was a challenge. “Remember the five Gundams?” he asked airily.

 

The shorter redhead snorted and gave up on fixing the dishes to cross her arms over her chest and wait for his response. “Where do you think I was throughout the wars? Hidden in a hole under the earth with no communication with the outer world?”

 

The taller, braided brunet dismissed her dry comment and continued, “well, do you remember the black one? The Gundam known as 02?”

 

“Of course I do. So what's it to you?”

 

Duo raised an eyebrow and stared at her for a long moment. Sarah had furrowed her own eyebrows and was waiting for him to reply. With a self-satisfied smirk, he continued with his esotericism. “Did you know that all five Gundam pilots were fifteen when they arrived on Earth?”

 

“No, I didn't and, honestly, I don't see where you're getting to,” Sarah stated crossly. She was about to just say `to hell with it' and walk off on him and leave how he knew Peacecraft and Winner a mystery, but the enigmatic tone Duo was using had captured her interest, admit it or not.

 

“Hold on, I'm getting there. If the pilots were fifteen in AC 195, then, now they'd be our age, right?”

 

“I suppose.”

 

“Did you know that Quatre Raberba Winner, the only son of the pacifist Winner family was a Gundam pilot?” Duo asked as if it was just a passing comment.

 

The shorter redhead was rather shocked at that. She had heard rumors when a colony had been destroyed during the war, but she had just ignored them, since after all, OZ basically owned TV and it was no secret that the Winner family was no friend of theirs. Even knowing the rumors, it was still hard to believe that such a thing could be true. Crossing her arms again, her earlier shock forgotten, she narrowed her eyes and said, “and how would you know if that's true?”

 

Duo chuckled. He probably had foreseen that something between the lines of this was going to be asked, after all, Sarah still didn't know how he knew Quatre, for all she knew, he could easily be lying. “I was a pilot. Number 02, for that matter. The black Gundam I mentioned earlier was mine, and Quatre and I met then.”

 

Sarah didn't believe him and stated it clearly; “you're lying.”

 

“I don't lie.”

 

“Everybody lies, Duo.”

 

He chuckled and replied quickly, since it seemed he had noticed the fact that he was being evaluated with that. “Whatever you believe. Anyhow, this is not a lie. I can tell you anything you want to know about how to pilot a Gundam, each city I crashed, each mission I had, where I met the other pilots, their names, and so on.”

 

“Fine, let's leave it at that for the moment, because there's something else I want to know. How did you meet Relena Peacecraft?” Slowly, she was beginning to believe in the taller boy's words, but she wasn't going to show it easily. She knew she was a stubborn brat, but she didn't care if she was, her pride and trust had a price and Duo had to prove himself worthy of either one.

 

“I met her by accident. I had just found a Gundam hidden in the ocean and was getting it out to use parts of it for mine, as a sort of back up. Anyhow, while getting the Gundam out, at the dock, I happened to notice a guy that seemed to be attacking some blonde chic. He was pointing a gun at her. So, nosy idiot that I am, I went to the rescue. I shot the guy, twice, before the blonde got in the way, protecting him. At the moment, I didn't have a clue who she was, but our paths later crossed again and I found out she was Vice Foreign Minister Darlian's daughter. And the guy I shot was the Gundam's pilot; Heero Yuy,” he told, a wide grin splayed over his lips.

 

Sarah thought it over for a moment. The story seemed rather phony, considering Duo's `luck' to encounter as important a person as Relena Peacecraft, but the sincerity in the taller brunet's large, blue eyes seemed awfully real.

 

Before the redhead could whip-up a retort, the taller boy pulled out a picture frame from one of the top boxes, marked `fragile'.

 

“Look, here's a photo of all of us together after the attack in AC 196,” he stated as he walked over to her side to show the image. Absently, Sarah noticed the way he crowded her personal space just slightly, yet it didn't bother her all that much, and he seemed to not even be aware of what he was doing.

 

True enough, the photo showed Duo, arm slung over Quatre Winner's shoulders, at the same time as the brunet's other arm was over another boy's shoulders, this one seeming more sullen about it. The other boy next to Duo stood next to Relena Peacecraft, hands almost imperceptibly touching. There were two more boys, but there wasn't really much to notice about them, other than the fact that they were as good-looking as the other three.

 

“See? Quat and I are friends. There's Relena, by Heero, as always, but she's sorta part of the group, too,” Duo continued as he pointed himself out and his friends. “This guy, “ he said, pointing to one with auburn hair that fell over one of his green eyes, the first starting from the left, “is Trowa Barton, pilot of the Gundam 03. He now works in a circus, I'll take you sometime,” he added, without noticing what it implied. “Next, we have the world-famous, Quatre Winner. He was pilot 04. You know what he does for a living.” He paused and grinned even wider. “The next is the best pilot of the group, Duo Maxwell. Pilot number 02, of the Gundams Deathscythe, Deathscythe Hell, and Deathscythe Hell Custom. He used to own a salvage business, but due to problems with a co-worker, sold his part to move to Earth (he was living in L2). Afterwards, he began to attend to Sanq College, funded by his `friends in high places', while working part-time as a Preventer. Bored out of his wits by all Europeans, he has just moved to Massachusetts, to begin class at Harvard, and is now speaking with a very cute, short, carrot-top that has people skills that outclass my own any day.”

 

Sarah noticed his not-too-subtle compliments, but ignored them, asking distractedly, “who's that?” while pointing at the boy that stood to Duo's right in the picture.

 

“This is the infamous Heero Yuy, as I said like a second ago. He's pilot 01. He now dedicates his life to work as a Preventer half time, go to school, and obsess over Relena's well being all day. He's always at Relena's TV conferences and speeches, watching. There's no way anyone would be able to notice, but he's there. Obsessive. But, he's my best friend, so I won't keep on talking about his obsessions. Though he has them, big time. And he's got a personality as charming as yours,” he added, a mischievous glint in his large, blue eyes.

 

“Playing `we're-not-a-couple-but-he's-my-guardian', we have little, Miss Queen of the world, holding hands with Yuy. She wasn't a pilot. You know what she does. And, last, but not really least, we have Wufei Chang. Pilot 05. A total stick in the ass, but loyal to his `justice'. He's into the Preventers, big time. I mean, he's the most obsessive when it comes to his work...” Sarah couldn't help but smirk at the way Duo rambled and gossiped. After all, he didn't really know her well enough to be telling her all of this, yet he did. In a way, he was innocent in that matter, though a glint that shone in his eyes at moments told her it was only that side which was.

 

Though she didn't want to admit that she believed him, she really had fallen for the information he was giving away with childish innocence. Yet, logically, she knew that, if he really was a Gundam pilot, as he said, that childish side of his only covered a trained assassin. Seriously, it now dawned on her. She was standing next to a cold-blooded killer. She was in his apartment, alone with him, the door closed and not a soul on this floor or the one above it, for sure.

 

She could feel the color seeping away from her face. She had seen more than enough documentaries on the way stupid girls get themselves killed by going willingly to the murderers and later finding out what was going on. She had avoided going on her own spring break to avoid any situation that may put her in danger, yet here she stood, shoulder to shoulder with a killer that might still have a thirst for blood, for all she knew.

 

“Sarah? Hey, is somethin' wrong? You don't look too good? Wanna sit or lay down? I already put my bed up in my room, though I later noticed that I was going to paint and doing that was a totally stupid idea- Hey! Really, are ya' okay?” Duo had noticed the way her cheeks had suddenly gone pale and had begun to blabber, making her worry even more.

 

“I do not want to go to your bed,” she snapped, a bit more forcefully than intended and pushed his helping hands away while walking towards the door.

 

“Wait! What's wrong? Is there anything I can do?”

 

“No, just keep away,” she said dismissively.

 

“Wait a second, is this about what I just told you?” ha asked suspiciously, firmly planting himself in front of the door, obstructing her only way out unless she planned on jumping four floors out the window.

 

She just glared and stood, arms crossed, waiting for him to make a move. She knew how to defend herself, though she doubted any struggle she may give against a Gundam pilot might work. Especially seeing Duo's height. Though he was slim, he was at least six feet tall and had a trim build, enough to actually ensure Sarah's loss in a strife.

 

“I can't believe I read you so wrong,” he stated with a bewildered gesture, a self-depreciative smirk on his lips as he rolled his eyes. “Man, I thought for a moment that you were less bitchy and close-minded, but I guess I was wrong. Out of curiosity, if the States went to war against any country, when a war veteran came to talk to you, would you treat him as the murderer he is or as a hero?” he asked, raising an elegant eyebrow expectantly.

 

“A war veteran wasn't brought up to be a killer throughout his entire life. A war veteran knows more about life than how to kill and is less probable to still have a need to end other people's lives,” she quipped just as vehemently.

 

“And who says that I still have a `need to end other people's lives'?” he asked, crooking his fingers sarcastically. “Or that I was `brought up to be a killer throughout my entire life'?”

 

Sarah thought that one over. It was true that she had only created the scenario in her mind, but it was plausible. Though he might have been raised to kill, there was no doubting that he and his friends were war heroes, rather than murderers. She suddenly felt very stupid, but her neurotic ways were the ones to lead her into being that way. She had been brought up watching her father and his coworkers calculating risks for their insurance company and had grown overly paranoid. And, as if it wasn't enough with that, that she had an irrational tendency to watch all the documentaries on serial killers there were, to avoid falling in their traps. Logically, calculating her risks and remembering the TV shows; there was no doubt that what she was doing really was dangerous. But, now, how could she tell all that to Duo while seeing those immense blue eyes staring so intensely into her own.

 

Instead of saying anything, she turned her head proudly and looked away.

 

“Ha! I knew it. You are the most paranoid person I've ever met. I'm not a killer anymore and I only did it to protect people. It's not something any sane person tends to like. In fact, if you promise to not go berserk again and go telling everyone, I'll let you in on something else about myself,” he replied mysteriously. Though this enigmatic tone he had taken was more of a tone that held secrecy and maybe a bit of chagrin.

 

He leaned forward slightly closer to Sarah and continued. “I'm not proud of this, and not many people know it, but, since, oddly, I trust you, I'll tell, just so you believe me a little more. I'm being treated by psychologists and psychiatrists for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to the wars, so you can be pretty sure I don't wanna see death anymore. Now do you believe me when I say I won't kill you?” His stance was still blocking her way from the door, but he seemed more relaxed and less offended.

 

With an uncertain nod, the redhead replied, “sorry.”

 

Duo grinned broadly and left towards his living room.

 

Sarah watched him go, unsure as to what she was supposed to do. “Wait a second? That's it? I suppose you're out to kill me and all I get as a reprimand is a smile?” she asked, more than a little disappointed.

 

“'Ya' said sorry. Where I come from, that's something you'll rarely get. Besides, I shoulda seen that you might not take what I had to say very well. Not everyone is thrilled to meet a Gundam pilot and not too many people actually can feel comfortable knowing what I did a few years ago... It doesn't matter, do as you wish,” he replied, waving a hand towards the door as he began to arrange the television to his like.

 

“Want help?” Sarah asked rather timidly, feeling embarrassed by her earlier behavior with him.

 

“Yeah, stand over there and tell me if the Sun gets in the way,” he retorted, pointing out a spot.

 

Nodding, the shorter redhead walked over to her designated place and waited for Duo to decide how he wanted to place the large television. Absently, she noticed his lack of furniture. There was no sofa, or armchairs, no dining table or chairs, no refrigerator, no dishwasher or stove and she couldn't notice well if there was anything else missing. Before she could stop her suddenly wayward tongue, she asked, “where's the rest of your stuff?”

 

“I had the non-essential sent about two weeks ago and the rest last week. Seeing to the fact that cargo ships are really slow, I'll probably have a fridge in a week,” he stated with exaggerated drama. “But, I've got my TV, DVD player, laptop, bed, and enough take-out restaurants to last for months,” he finished with a wide grin and waving his arms for emphasis.

 

Sarah didn't really know what to do now. She felt uneasy when he smiled like that. His grin was wide, sincere and way too constant. She felt queasy, though she wasn't sure why. Lots of people smiled around her all the time, yet she had never felt awkward, as if she had to do so in response or something. Instead of over-analyzing, she just let her lips quirk slightly upwards.

 

Duo noticed the action and smirked even more...

 

 

“I'm kinda sleepy,” Duo announced out of the blue as he finished putting up the curtains in the kitchen.

 

It was around twelve and they had spent the entire day fixing up. Most things from his boxes were where they should be. His kitchen was nearly perfect, missing a few appliances, his living room had the stereo put up and all of his TV installations were done. The second bedroom he had had been turned into a `play room/desk' of sorts. He had all of his bookshelves set up with a large variety of books, his desk was complete with his small action figures splayed everywhere, straps of papers with small dribbles, a few selected books, magazines and, between the mess, his laptop. All in all, almost everything was in place.

 

The only thing they still had to do was paint his bedroom and place what was left of his stuff there.

 

They had enjoyed a rather peaceful supper together; one in which Sarah had discovered even more about Duo that proved how first glances aren't always accurate.

 

“If you're so sleepy, we can call it a day,” the redhead offered, feeling slightly drowsy herself.

 

“Yeah. In the mornin' I'll get the paint so we can get my room done with by noon. I'm supposing you don't have any other things you'd prefer to do, am I wrong?” he asked, a sure smile on his face.

 

Sarah didn't know why, but his smug ways, instead of making her repel him, only attracted her more to the boy. She rolled her eyes, but she too was smiling, “no, I'd much rather be here painting away for the day, with you.” Two could play at his game.

 

His grin broadening, Duo nodded happily then broke it off to make a loud yawn. Throughout the pass of the afternoon, they had grown more comfortable with one another, all tension caused by their earlier discussion gone.

 

“Good night, Duo,” Sarah stated saucily as she walked towards the door with a small wave at the taller brunet goodbye.

 

“Wait a sec', lemme walk ya' to your apartment,” he announced, grabbing her arm and sauntering out of the room, redhead in tow.

 

“I feel like we're part of one of those old movies, the ones in black and white, where the female character was always waiting for some guy to do everything for her,” Sarah commented as they walked, arm in arm, up the stairs to her floor.

 

“Maybe, but you've got way more wits than any of them, so, I'm pretty sure that if I tried to kiss you good night at the door, I'd receive a nice smack, huh?” Duo retorted as they arrived at Sarah's hallway, only a few steps from her apartment.

 

She smirked and shook her head in mock-disapproval, before leaning forward and standing on her tiptoes to press her lips softly against his cheek. “Good night, Duo,” she repeated warmly into his ear, and couldn't help but feel smug when she saw how the small hairs at the back of his neck rose at the sensation.

 

“Good night to you, too,” he replied with a lazy smile, rubbing absent-mindedly at the back of his neck when she pulled away. “We start at ten?” he asked, changing the subject.

 

“Eight.”

 

“Nine.”

 

“Fine. Be here at eight thirty and we can have breakfast, then we start at nine, ok?” Sarah bargained as she walked into her apartment, remembering how unsafe it had been that she left the door unlocked when she spent the entire day out. Then again, it was only an afterthought, and it didn't last long as she remembered how fun her annoying neighbor had ended up being.

 

Duo seemed slightly surprised at her offer, then asked, with exaggerated drama, “I have to have the paint bought by then?”

 

“Of course, so I suggest you get up somewhere near seven. If it soothes your probably `tormented soul', I'll have breakfast done by when you get here. But, do remember that I said eight thirty, not a minute more, though if you want to come here earlier, I won't mind too much,” she answered with a wink. She never was this flirtatious with anyone, but there was something about Duo that made her feel like as if she could be however she wanted to and he wouldn't judge her. She felt close to him in a sort of way, and seeing how he responded to her flirting was even more fun.

 

“Then see ya' in a while,” he announced before prancing his way back to catch some sleep.

 

Sarah closed the door, completely forgetting her neurotic tendency to lock it as soon as it clicked shut, and walking off to her large bathroom.

 

Once inside, she began to strip, her mind never leaving the thought of the childish, boisterous, incredibly good-looking teen that was in the apartment beneath her own. With a grin, she dismissed all of her overly feminist thoughts, thinking only just how amusing this friendship was going to turn out...

 

 

The night did nothing to ease her raging hormones and she couldn't help but feel attached to Duo Maxwell, despite the fact that she barely knew him from the day before. But, she couldn't mind it less.

 

Humming to herself, she `prepared' breakfast, in other words, called the local deli and asked for donuts and coffee to be delivered to her apartment. She placed the table at her breakfast nook instead of the dining room, preferring the homey feeling to the sophisticated one.

 

Eight twenty-seven, a loud tap at her door made her grin despite her commonly cold demeanor. “Come in,” she called from her kitchen, as she adjusted the curtains to let as much sun in as possible.

 

A less than awake and way less than cheerful looking Duo Maxwell stepped in. Without the need for invitation, he walked over to the breakfast nook and slumped into a chair, crossing his arms over the table and placing his head on them.

 

“You know, when classes start, there might even be days when you have to go at eight sharp or earlier,” Sarah informed him as she settled across from him and prepared her coffee to her taste.

 

“Yeah, but I'm not in class period, so I should be sleeping at this hour,” he muttered from between his arms, eyes still closed.

 

Sarah couldn't help but find his look amusing. Though she was sure he had already gone and bought the paint, meaning it had been a while since he got up, he looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Under his eyes there were violet circles, his hair wasn't as neat as the day before, his clothes didn't look as if he had actually bothered much in fixing them perfectly to show off his best attributes, like she was sure he probably always did, and his round cheeks were pale. `Definitely not a morning person,' she figured. She knew she looked something like that early in the morning, but it faded with her first coffee and, at that moment, she was drinking her third.

 

“As soon as you're settled in, you will be able to sleep all day if you want,” Sarah soothed.

 

“But it's a long way off and, when we're done, you'll have to show me all the fun places around and I wont be able to sleep,” he whined pitifully.

 

“I promise you can have a nap later in the afternoon, as soon as your room is done with. If necessary, I'll lend you a place in which to sleep. Now, drink your coffee and wake up,” she ordered in a tone with which one would admonish a small child.

 

He lifted his head, opening bleary eyes and glaring at her before snatching a warm cup of the hot brew. “How can you be so awake, so early?” he asked grumpily, his scowl never leaving his features. Such a fowl expression seemed out of place on his cheerful face, but he made it, nonetheless.

 

“Three cups of coffee and a not-so-safe dose of Ritalin,” she beamed.

 

“Are you only this social at the crack of dawn, or have we reversed our roles?”

 

“I'm possessed.”

 

“Oh. Plan on being like that all day?”

 

Sarah acted as if she considered the thought, tapping her finger against her chin while murmuring something about benefits and disadvantages. After a few seconds, she turned back to the taller brunet and said, “I won't be leaving this body for a while. The pros were more than the cons,” she informed.

 

“Oh. `Kay,” Duo added, beginning to perk up with the caffeine. “Are those donuts?” he asked, eyes growing a bit at the sight of sugar.

 

“Yeah,” Sarah replied, passing the box over to him. Little did she know about the monster she awoke…

 

 

By nine, Sarah was more than ready to start to work and Duo was more than on a sugar buzz. She should have known that such a type of person might react that way to great doses of sweets, but she hadn't even considered the thought, all of her friends being as tranquil as herself.

 

The taller brunet was talking even more than normally and was hyper and excited to get on with their tasks. He was even more amusing than normally.

 

Once at his apartment, to make sure there weren't many traces of the odor inside when they began to paint, they left the doors and windows open. The day was hot and humid, not a good combination for two teens that were planning on being indoors without an air conditioner.

 

Sarah had foreseen that and was wearing shorter shorts than she knew should be allowed and a loose tank top, her short, red hair pulled into a small ponytail. Duo, meanwhile hadn't seemed to have many of his summer clothes, so had to settle with his worn-out, blue jeans and a loose, white tee.

 

The bedroom was as large as her own, Sarah noticed as she stepped in. The walls were all white, as were her own when she had moved in, too. But, like Duo, she had redesigned a bit of it to her taste, by painting the walls a dark tone of crimson.

 

She walked over to the large bucket filled with paint. She had half-figured that it would be black and had been right. Duo's large bed had a white sheet draped over it and there were magazines all over the floor. He had prepared the place well. She couldn't help but notice that the bed seemed incomplete. The mattress was inside a box shaped, black frame. It looked rather modern, but it still was missing something. She buried that thought, after all, the entire room was missing everything; it was pointless to wonder what the bed needed.

 

“Here.” Duo gave her a thick brush and proceeded to dip his own in the dark paint.

 

Sarah wondered if that really was how they should do it, since, she had hired someone when she had moved and hadn't been very observant about it. Shrugging the thought off, she too wet her brush and began to paint.

 

The job wasn't really hard, but she was getting bored. Duo, despite his earlier sugar buzz, was now calm and hadn't even talked for a long while.

 

Instead of prolonging the awkwardness, Sarah decided to talk. “Is there something missing from your bed?” she asked, feeling a bit nosy and thanking her self-control for not letting herself blush at that.

 

“Yeah, I don't remember how to put together the bedside tables and all the thing is connected. The tables are connected to a low, short roof-type thingie and I have to put that thing together to have the tables,” he complained. Sarah barely understood what he meant, but managed to form a mental image.

 

For some reason, Duo was overly silent, and to tell the truth, Sarah was tiring of it. Feeling playful, she moved over to paint near him, hitting his hip with her own as she invaded his spot.

 

“Hey!” he protested, then just stayed put where he was working.

 

`Accidentally', the shorter redhead's brush splattered some paint onto Duo's shirt when she turned to dip it into the bucket.

 

The taller brunet seemed to perk up, as a glint shone in his large, blue eyes. While Sarah painted, she really wasn't expecting for a brush to stroke her cheek.

 

With a squeak, she reached a hand to wipe it off, only managing to smear the stain in the process. With a giggle, she returned to do the same to him.

 

In defense, Duo reached out a hand and placed it at her waist, just barely touching the zone. It seemed Sarah was very sensitive there, considering the fact that she immediately pulled away laughing and protecting her side.

 

The light in the taller boy's eyes grew and he stalked her to a corner and began to tickle her until she was pleading between giggles to be released.

 

With what remained of his consideration, he let go. Only to have her attack his belly and sides with a vengeance. The effect was the same, but Duo evaded her hands more often than she had his and resisted the sensation a bit more, screwing up his face trying not to laugh and show her where he was ticklish the most.

 

When they grew tired of their tickling match, they finally became aware of just how close they were. Duo had back-stepped until he was against the wall and Sarah was more than just in his space. Their faces were just inches apart, chests nearly flush against one another, the shorter redhead's hands on Duo's slim waist, his own holding them still.

 

Both were panting, breathing hard from their active games. Their breaths mingled and Sarah couldn't manage to make her eyes move from the parted lips that were just there, breathing on hers.

 

Without needing to think much longer, before she could react, those lips had moved and were crushed against hers, while the large, warm hands that were holding hers, abandoned them to roam her back.

 

Her mind had left her. All logical statistics and common sense had gone with the wind. She didn't think about the fact that she was making out with a total stranger. She didn't remember that it was dangerous in more than one ways. And, quite frankly, she probably wouldn't have cared much, either, considering that the ones in charge now were her hormones.

 

It was obvious that the two teens had chemistry, no doubt about it. And, being two teenagers that were undeniably attracted to one another, despite they didn't really know one another; it was to be foreseen that their hormones would quickly get activated with the smallest touch. After all, it was hot, humid, and there were pheromones everywhere around them in the stuffy room.

 

Pulling away for air, Duo panted, “shirt,” before wetting his suddenly dry lips.

 

Sarah just then noticed that they were making out against the freshly painted wall. They'd have to redo it later, she supposed, the thought leaving her mind as soon as it arrived.

 

They pulled away and she helped Duo take off the officially ruined cloth, her fingers sliding over soft flesh in the process. As soon as the garment was off, her hands returned to roam the large expanse of skin now displayed. Duo had, without a doubt, a hot body. His build wasn't exaggerated, but the muscles were evidently there, taut as he waited. She let herself explore his shoulders first, her lips returning to meet his, this time with less frenzy, but equal desire.

 

Duo had one hand's fingers bunched in Sarah's hair, pulling her closer to intensify the kiss even more, while his other hand was at the small of her back, underneath the fabric of her tank top, caressing the skin with his thumb.

 

The shorter teen let her hands slide down to his nicely toned biceps, squeezing them just slightly before returning to his shoulders. Once there, she placed one hand loosely at the back of his neck while letting the other one stroke its way down to his chest. She let her fingers brush lightly over a tan nipple, testing. She wasn't sure if he was sensitive there, but she knew as a fact that there were men that were.

 

Considering the soft gasp the taller brunet made at the contact, he must have liked it.

 

Delicately, she let her fingers rub gently around it, feeling the tiny bud harden. Stimulating him was turning her on as well. She liked the way he responded openly, hiding nothing. It made her feel good to know that she was causing his pleasure.

 

Duo was moaning into her mouth, and, with each stimulation, his grip on her grew, as his tongue battled for dominance with hers. It was such a turn-on to see that Sarah was not going to just be submissive. It made blood rush directly...south to watch her confidently take an actual part.

 

Sarah twitched the bud one last time before raising her hand to cup his cheek.

 

As soon as he could think a bit more clearly without the -pleasurable- distraction of the shorter girl's digits against his overly sensitive skin, Duo proceeded to pleasuring her, for a change.

 

First of all, she was too dressed for his taste, so, breaking their kisses for a moment, he pulled away and jerked her tank top off of her, feeling more than a bit excited to see her without it.

 

As suspected, Sarah's skin color was very similar to ivory and nearly satiny soft. Since their mouths had lost contact, Duo feasted himself on her pale neck. Licking, kissing and nibbling by turns, he could feel her melting against him, leaning her head back to offer more. Sarah's hands were holding his face, guiding his mouth elsewhere.

 

Unhooking her bra with nimble fingers, Duo pulled the straps off her shoulders. The annoying garment gone, he cupped a breast tentatively as he kept kissing his way down from her neck to her shoulders then back. He leisurely rubbed the flesh with callused fingertips, welcoming himself to get to know her body.

 

The small, slightly repressed noises that Sarah was making were driving him crazy and it was taking all of his self-control to keep things still at foreplay.

 

Duo pulled away from Sarah's enticing taste and scent to see the exposed flesh. He seemed to beam as he admired her `charms'. Both he and the other teen knew that her breasts weren't large, but the redhead's figure was slim, so they seemed well in proportion with the rest of her body and, besides, Sarah still had a bit more of growing to go through. Still, the taller boy seemed nearly entranced as he watched the skin and the way it reacted as he gently caressed it.

 

The shorter redhead made a long, low moan when Duo's tongue swirled delicately over a rosy nipple. The braided teen smirked against her skin and added teeth to the delicious blend. Just hinting at pain, he bit the flesh gently, tugging at it for furthermore sensation. Abandoning that breast, he proceeded to pleasure the other bud as well.

 

Sarah's legs were beginning to go weak and she really wasn't sure what else to do with her hands anymore. She had held Duo's head as he did his `magic', then had gone to hold his shoulders, then had just turned to fists at her sides, and now she didn't know how to keep them distracted.

 

Cupping the taller boy's face again, she pulled him into another kiss. They had returned to their earlier urgency, their kisses passionate and eager. As their lips and tongues battled, Sarah slid her hands between them and began to fumble with Duo's pants' zipper.

 

They parted for breath and she took the moment to see exactly what she was doing. At once, Duo's lips were on hers again, as she began to push the black jeans off of his hips. Large, clumsy hands came to help her and, soon enough, the pants were at the braided boy's ankles, stuck on his steel-toe boots. Taking the slight complication to get totally undressed as a sign, they moved towards the bed.

 

Sarah pushed lightly at his shoulders to get Duo to lie flat on his back.

 

He lifted his leg for her to be able to unzip his boots, a hand going to his face as he laughed, blushing slightly. “This is kinda embarrassing,” he stated between chuckles.

 

“Why is that so?” the shorter redhead asked as she got one foot out.

 

“I dunno. I never had someone pull my shoes off for me, much less before... you know... doing that...” for some odd reason, he couldn't manage to vocalize the word, so, instead, he emphasized with a hiss, hoping Sarah would get the message.

 

Said redhead smirked seductively at him before leaning forward, bare skin brushing against bare skin, and asked, “before `fooling around'? `Having sex'?” she looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, “or are you more comfortable with `fucking'?”

 

Not one to be bashful ever, Duo suddenly found himself oddly feeling embarrassed. He blushed a further shade of red and said dismissively, “you pick,” while waving an arm to end the subject.

 

“Fine,” Sarah answered before kissing him lightly on the lips, “I've always wanted to say something like `banging like monkeys', though I believe it's bunnies which do it more- mmf!” She was cut off short in her conversation as Duo's lost fervor came back at full force as he sat up quickly and shut her up in the most effective way he could think of at the moment.

 

Tired of talking pure nonsense, the tall brunet devoured Sarah's mouth with kisses, while, with one hand he held her straddling his lap, and, with the other, he searched for her jeans' zipper. Somehow, he managed to unzip the denim with his thumb, all the while keeping his fingers in contact with her groin.

 

Sarah was more than ready, but she hated leaving things half-done. Pulling away from Duo's searching hands, she knelt on the floor and got rid of his other boot as well, tugging at the pants to come off in her stay. Quickly, she pulled off his socks, not fond of them for their current act. Once she was satisfied with her work, she began to lean forward, pressing her hand firmly on the taller boy's flat abdomen, making him slowly lay back again.

 

He supported his weight on his elbows, all the while watching her questioningly. Long fingers danced over his skin, making their way towards his boxer-like briefs. She smirked secretly, as she registered what color the garment was. As to be expected it was not, hateful, tidy white. Although, instead of being black, as she half-expected, she was greeted to the sight of a very dark tone of blue briefs. Dismissing her musings, she took action and pulled gently on the elastic, making it snap playfully against his overly sensitized skin. A small gasp was her reward for the action. She let one hand snake towards his already eager groin, just rubbing her palm gently over the fabric of his underwear.

 

Duo let out another strangled gasp at her touch. She knew she was making him crazy, but that was all the more fun of it. Figuring there was no point delaying things even more, she began to tug at the elastic, pulling down the garment over narrow, masculine hips. Duo lifted himself slightly off the bed to make the process easier and was more than relieved when the briefs were off.

 

A soft slap of skin against skin was heard between their harsh breathing as Duo's arousal fell back and hit gently against his belly.

 

Sarah slowly let her fingers travel over the burning flesh, studying it. Her thin digits slid from the base to the very tip, spreading the moisture gathered there nonchalantly. Duo was begging for her to do something for once and for all, chanting her name desperately, all the while. And, of course, she ignored his pleas. Very slowly she pumped the engorged organ before pulling away the moment Duo's hips moved of their own accord, encouraging her.

 

Firmly, she planted both hands on the taller boy's thighs squeezing them gently to make him understand he was to stay still. Hooded eyes stared at her incomprehensibly and she nearly laughed as she gazed back. His brain probably wasn't receiving as much blood as it should, she figured before leaning forward to his groin.

 

Blue eyes grew then fell shut as Duo saw Sarah slide her tongue delicately up the underside of his erection to the head. It seemed the braided teen lost all strength in his arms, falling back onto the mattress, hands formed into fists at his sides.

 

The shorter redhead wondered vaguely what she was doing, after all, she had never participated in oral sex, but, considering the noises Duo was making, she must be doing something right. She had really no clue where he might like; she had never been one to bother too much thinking about that during sex. All she knew about giving blowjobs was what she had gathered hearing girls from her boarding school's dorm gossiping about who they did and how. She had learned more than what she ever thought she could ever want to know, but, now, it seemed the information was coming in handy.

 

She swirled her tongue over the tip, pressing it against the tiny slit before opening her mouth to suck gently on the head. She tried hard not to think of what she was doing, after finally noticing the fact that the erection she had her lips on had no condom. The taste wasn't something she thought she could get to like, salty, bittersweet, she really didn't know how to define it, but it wasn't as horrid as she had imagined. Vaguely, she noticed a slight taste of soap on the skin, reminding herself, once again, not to think of what she had in her mouth.

 

“God, Sarah, you're killing me, here,” Duo gasped, bringing her fully back to reality.

 

She knew she couldn't be that good, but the other boy's sounds really weren't letting her concentrate on doing much more. She was feeling more than little aroused as well, and there was no relieving herself either. Pulling her mind away from herself, she focused on trying to allow a bit more of the organ into her mouth.

 

Duo kept on thrusting his hips towards her and, though she knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, she couldn't do much with him moving like that. Sliding her hands towards the narrow, energetic bones, she pushed down on them not too gently to keep him still.

 

Duo seemed to get the message, staying motionless immediately. Leaning forward even more, Sarah adjusted herself to be able to draw as much as she could of his erection between her lips. She couldn't deep-throat if her life depended on it, but she knew she could manage a few more centimeters than a few seconds before.

 

Duo seemed to be loving what she was doing, grunting every second or so to show his appreciation.

 

Tentatively, she let one hand leave one of his hips to reach below the brunet's erection. She kneaded the tight sac there with unsure fingers and precise care. Another loud moan, this time, her name, and a few inarticulate noises were her rewards. She actually marveled in her own way at how velvety soft the skin there was. She had never been highly involved in most forms of sex, up until this moment, it had only been pretty much `it's in, it's out, we're done'. Now, she couldn't believe all that she had missed out on. Though she wasn't being phisycally rewarded for her acts, the hands that were bunched in her hair, holding onto her for support and the pleas she was tearing from the tall brunet's lips were more than gratifying.

 

“Ya' know- nng... you're kinda- mm... silent is- ah... somethin' up?” Duo managed between strangled noises as he lifted himself once again onto his elbows, his hands leaving their spot at Sarah's head. For a moment, the redhead paused to not choke on her laughter at Duo's unintended innuendo. Something was definitely `up'. But not with her. How could the braided brunet think that at a moment like that? Sarah glared at him for a second, but, noticing the way he ignored the look, she tried her alternate choice. After all, she figured, college was made to try new experiences.

 

“Sarah, ya' gonna- mm... answer that or- nng... not?” he all but panted out. It was quite obvious the teen was trying to annoy the shorter redhead, but she knew how to put a lid on that.

 

Caving her cheeks, she effectively cut Duo's train of thought. She slowly allowed as much as she could, before, just as slowly, sucking up to the tip. Once there, she planted wet, open-mouthed kisses over the hot flesh until she reached the chestnut curls at it's base and returning once again. The redhead continued her teasing, loving the way her name tumbled off Duo's lips so passionately, sliding her mouth over the erection before taking it in and so on. She could feel the vein on the underside throbbing and knew that Duo was really close to orgasm, but wasn't sure of what she should do. She didn't know if she should just finish him off or if he wanted to wait.

 

Luckily for her, before she could debate the thought in her mind a bit more, Duo sat up and grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them gently to make her stop. Feeling a bit awkward, Sarah pulled away and knelt back, staring at him for a moment.

 

It seemed the taller boy was trying to regain his breath, his chest heaving and his eyes closed. What an image he made, she thought. Though not one to be fond for long hair, she was liking the way it looked on Duo, especially now that a few stray strands were sticking to the sides of his damp face. His round, babyish cheeks were flushed, as well as his chest, and his slightly tanned skin was gleaming with a sheen of sweat. He resembled one of the gods from those Greek books Sarah loved so much.

 

Just seeing what he looked like, regaining his energy solely because of what she had done, made Sarah feel that the nearly summer-like temperature was nothing compared to what was consuming her.

 

Blue-in-blue eyes opened and stared straight at her, a crooked grin on Duo's lips. “Quite the mouth you've got there, missy,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her languidly.

 

Their slowness forgotten quickly, Sarah rose onto her knees to be closer to him, their bare chests rubbing together, the friction exciting but not even nearly what they really wanted. Wrapping her arms tightly around the taller boy's larger frame, she pulled him towards her even more.

 

Slipping a hand between their bodies, Duo struggled to rid Sarah of her shorts while still kissing.

 

Though it took him longer than intended, the tall brunet managed within a few seconds, tugging the body hugging jeans off of the slim hips, along with the bright red, short-like panties. He pulled Sarah up and onto the bed to finish divesting her. Once the shorts were balled up on the floor, with the redhead's sandals not too far, Duo rose onto the bed, hovering over her before licking at the pulse on her neck. It seemed he hit a nerve, because Sarah's moan was long and low as he ravished the sensitive skin.

 

Way past foreplay by now, Duo wanted to take make the sohrter redhead crazy from need. Slowly, his lips traced a path from her neck to her chest, his tongue darting out to lick softly at each nipple, before returning on their way. Still keeping at his languid pace, he made it down to her flat belly, nuzzling her navel with his nose before licking at the heated skin and blowing a cool breath of air against it. Sarah was writhing on the bed, moaning almost constantly now, trying to encourage him to just get to the point.

 

Even with more languor than before, Duo made his way to her groin. First he kissed the insides of her thighs tenderly, before hooking them on his shoulders, then he went for his prize.

 

In her current position, Sarah couldn't do much but feel what Duo did to her and, oddly, she felt `butterflies' in her stomach. It wasn't her first sexual encounter by a long shot, but, unlike the real first time and the ones that followed, she felt more bare than ever. For some reason, she felt that was going on between the braided teen and her wasn't purely physical and, most definitely, would resolve to very different consequences. Then again, on other occasions, the person with whom she had done this had been someone she knew for, at least, a few months and she wasn't just getting to meet him.

 

She tried to dismiss the thought, but it kept on returning as she felt Duo's lips trail the outer contours of her folds, making her gasp. She was totally unfamiliar with any form of oral sex, giving (until a few moments before, at least) or receiving. No one had actually been where Duo was now, how he was now, so, as a consequence, she felt more naked than ever in her life.

 

All thoughts left her mind as said brunet swiped his tongue tentatively over the small, pink nub of flesh. Electricity raced through Sarah's veins at the unfamiliar sensation. No one had ever touched her there before and, honestly, she didn't know that it felt that good up until that moment. Sarah could feel clearly every swirl, every lap, everything that Duo did. His breath felt warm and humid, his tongue deliciously hot as he pleasured her. Not one to repress what she felt, Sarah squirmed, unable to stay still as she felt herself losing it.

 

Long, callused fingers moved over her legs, pausing for a moment to brush the back of her knees. Sarah gasped and Duo seemed surprised to discover that was one of her erogenous zones. Still licking, he kept caressing the sensitive skin, before pulling one hand to trail over her inner thigh.

 

Sarah couldn't repress the soft cry she gave as work-hardened skin stroked her most sensitive spot gently. Quickly, the fingers were covered in moisture as they slid over the skin while Duo's tongue kept on licking. First one finger eased itself into the redhead's body, followed almost immediately by another one, pulling out to spread the wetness again.

 

Now that she was naked, with Duo doing what he was doing, she felt even more heated than when dressed. All around her felt hot, the blood that raced through her veins like liquid fire. She could begin to feel like she was slowly floating higher and higher, yet drowning in pure sensation at the same time, and recognized the feeling immediately.

 

Not wanting Duo to stop, yet not wanting to orgasm without him inside her either, she gave an awkward crab crawl backwards and put out a hand against his chest, stopping the taller boy from going after her.

 

Duo watched her oddly, eyes looking as confused as the braided boy could probably get them. For a moment, he resembled a deer trapped in headlights, and Sarah was certain he was unsure about what he had done when he took his braid and began to nibble on the tip.

 

“Stop that or you'll get split ends,” said redhead warned before getting on her knees and crawling seductively towards him. Wrapping arms around his neck she pulled him towards her, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against her thigh. The taller brunet's reaction was nearly mechanical as his amrs went to hold her waist as he pulled her intimately close.

 

She wanted to kiss him, then reconsidered. She felt a little reluctant to tasting herself, even if it was on the other boy's lips.

 

Duo, oblivious to that, leaned forward to plant a kiss on her bruised lips.

 

Quicker and slightly more desperate than intended, Sarah pulled away with a squeak. “No! Eww!” she nearly yelped as she pressed her palm to his mouth.

 

“What?” Duo asked, eyebrows furrowed, starting to get mad at her for teasing him like that.

 

Sarah quickly turned a bright red, a bit embarrassed at her excuse. Instead of facing him, she pressed her mouth to his neck and began to lick at his Adam's apple, eliciting a few inarticulate murmurs from the taller brunet.

 

Suddenly, Duo gave a light chuckle, “is this about tasting yourself, or something?”

 

From the general area of his neck, came a muffled reply, “maybe. You're all... wet.”

 

The chortles increased. “You don't wanna know how you taste?”

 

“No, thank you very much,” came the curt reply. Sarah really wasn't fond of being laughed at.

 

“Then the rule will be `no kissing on the mouth' during this?”

 

Sarah reconsidered that thought. Though it wasn't utterly important, she did enjoy the way his lips moved against her own. And, for some reason, sex without that contact seemed nearly impersonal. And she wasn't up for that.

 

“Just a peck,” she said, pulling away from his neck to look him in the eye.

 

Duo smirked in satisfaction. He leaned over her and gave her a long, lingering kiss, swiping his tongue over her lips but not even trying to get inside. Pulling away, he studied Sarah's expression.

 

She refused to taste the moisture that remained and, instead, wrapped her arms harder around Duo's neck and pulled him closer. The taller boy obliged, kneeling on the bed in front of her.

 

A slender hand grabbed the back of Duo's head and pulled him to her, crushing their lips as Sarah shifted to straddle his lap.

 

Duo's self control seemed to fade, leaving behind a primitive creature of need. He grabbed Sarah's lean hips with bruising force, pressing himself against her, both teens moaning in unison at the intense sensation.

 

The shorter redhead refusing to stay behind and more than ready for the main course, pulled him onto her, making him shift to lie down. Duo supported his weight on one arm as he eased both bodies onto the mattress, all the while kissing. Once totally stretched on the bed, with a twist, Sarah managed to get Duo to lie flat on his back.

 

Before the brunet's fuzzy mind could register what was going on, the redhead was straddling his lap again, this time rubbing against it unabashedly. The look in the green eyes was feral as she squatted over the taller boy and kissed his mouth again, this time noting a salty taste as Duo's tongue pushed at her own to make it into her mouth.

 

Neither one wanting to delay things any more, without preamble, Sarah pulled away completely to sit up on Duo's lap.

 

Before she could do anything more, Duo was talking, grabbing her hands to stop her from doing much more. “Wait!”

 

“What?” Sarah asked breathlessly.

 

Duo blushed even more than the reddened tone his cheeks had from the heat and asked, rather bashful, “you won't bleed, right?”

 

Sarah watched him, the question trying to make its way into her mind. After a moment's thought, she understood what he meant and gave a light laugh. “Aww, sweetie, you're kind of very late for that. It's been taken care of, my friend,” she stated, cupping a smooth cheek while watching him amusedly.

 

Warmly, she kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip seductively as she repositioned herself.

 

Again, before she could do much more, Duo had halted her. “Wait.”

 

“What?” she asked, this time irritated as she looked down into the earnest, blue eyes.

 

“Shouldn't we use some sort of... protection? I mean, I'm clean and stuff, but...”

 

Sarah thought that one over more carefully. He was right. She was so caught up in the moment that she had totally forgotten about that. She wasn't on the pill and had brought no sort of contraceptive with her. `Talk about having unsafe sex with strangers,' she grudgingly thought, a rueful grin tugging at her lips.

 

“Yeah, I know,” she paused to breathe deeply and see if she could get her heart to stop racing. “Do you have anything?”

 

Duo shook his head in the negative, then cursed under his breath. “Rain check?” he suggested, figuring it best now that some of the heat of the moment was waning.

 

Never one to be care free, Sarah actually did allow herself that moment and, without thinking it over too much, replied, “like hell,” before kissing him again.

 

“No complaints here,” was the breathy answer her actions received as a hand slid between her legs to stroke her, before, just as quickly as it arrived, it left to pull her closer to the hard body beneath.

 

The mood back and at full force, Sarah pressed back and reached beneath herself, grabbing the neglected arousal and pumping it slowly, watching Duo pant as she did so. Eyes still locked, she pressed the slick tip to her entrance. Unable to remain with her eyes open, she slid them shut and just felt. Two large hands, one sticky, rested at her waist and helped guide her down to engulf the hardened shaft to the hilt.

 

Sarah hissed between clenched teeth as her walls were stretched around the unfamiliar organ. It didn't hurt, but it did take a few seconds for her to adjust. Duo, meanwhile, was trying to remain still, the hands that held Sarah trembling from the strain.

 

Luckily, as soon as the redhead's bottom brushed Duo's thighs, she was sliding up again, repeating the process when only the tip was inside again.

 

“God, you're tight,” Duo said in a breathy grunt as the tempo rose. Sarah knew that and smirked, it wasn't on purpose, it really was because, since she was generally uptight, in these situations it was worse, but it seemed to have a pretty good effect on the other brunet.

 

More than caught in the moment, she shifted slowly, experimenting with him until she found what felt best, then raising the speed and tempo to her own accord while riding him mercilessly.

 

Loud moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh invaded the room as they increased speed, both searching for the release from that deliciously unbearable pressure that settled itself at their bellies.

 

In a second, before she could become aware of what was happening, Sarah found herself lying underneath a heavy Duo. She blinked, wondering how he moved so quickly, before the shaft inside her withdrew and thrust back in, quicker than before. She let her head roll back as she gave a low cry, exposing her neck completely for Duo.

 

The older teen registered the offer and quickly set his lips at the pulse that hid under the thin skin. Gently, he left a hot trail with his tongue along the length of it before returning to nibble at it. Slowly, he licked his way up to nip at her earlobe, appreciating the throaty grunt in which his name left the redhead's lips. With a final lick, he left the sensitive skin of her ear to brush his lips to her mouth. Slightly affectionately, he nibbled at her lips before kissing her fully. The tempo was increasing quickly, Duo's thrusts were beginning to quicken even more and he was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Unsure as to if Sarah was there yet or not and, knowing she had seemed to like the sensation of both stimulations at the same time, he supported his weight on one arm and snaked the other between them.

 

His long fingers returned down the nest of red curls to touch the flesh hidden there.

 

Sarah's cries grew even more needy and urgent and she wrapped her arms tightly against Duo's neck to get him to kiss her again. Their tongues battled for dominance and they kissed sloppily, but the feeling was well enjoyed.

 

Shifting her hold to bring the taller boy closer, she slid her arms beneath his and pulled him down onto her, long nails burying into the brunet's shoulder blades. Sarah never was nearly like that. Sure, her other sexual experiences hadn't been bad, but they hadn't really been good either. She had enjoyed the physical side of it, though not nearly half as much as she was now. The emotional side had been more developed in a time way, in other words, she had actually known who she was in bed with, but she now felt an even stronger bond with Duo than with her ex-boyfriends.

 

All in all, what she was now going through what she'd really consider as `mind blowing sex'. The tightness in her belly was nearly unbearable. Duo noticed quickly and, while keeping the speed of his hips constant and caressing Sarah's most sensitive spot, he let his lips brush their way to her ear to lick and nibble it, making the pressure even worse.

 

To add to the way she felt she had gone mad by going and having sex with someone she hardly knew from the day before, she noticed, by seeing through the bedroom's open door, just by chance, that the apartment's front door was wide open. The feeling that she was breaking some other type of rule as she moaned loudly along with the teen ontop of her and that they could be heard or seen in any moment just made the experience a more exciting and newer thing.

 

Sarah was pretty much waiting to see stars and hear a choir of angles singing as she orgasmed. With a silent, last cry, she found completion, the only noises surrounding her being the ones of her heart thrumming in her ears, Duo's chant of her name and her own desperate breathing. The only things she could see were two large, amused blue eyes that stared earnestly before sliding shut.

 

Her own eyes closed and she felt Duo shudder against her as he let out a long, low groan and thrusted as deep as posible, joining their bodies more than ever. Immediately, she felt the hotness of his release spread inside her and slide down between her thighs even as Duo kept on thrusting quickly.

 

“God, you feel good,” he told her as he moved, “you get so tight, I think I could come again.” She was well aware that she was still pulsing, pressing him hard and letting go by turns, but she honestly hadn't thought he could like it that much.

 

Sarah laughed breathlessly. “You have no clue just how fantastic you are, Duo.”

 

“I try to be,” he stated cockily with a grin. “By the way, carrot-top, do you always say “welcome” like this?”

 

“Only to those that put music at a ridiculously high volume right from day one. Take this as a housewarming gift, neighbor,” she replied with a smile, squeezing his shaft with her walls playfully.

 

Duo let out a shiver and a low moan. He slowly began to rock inside her again. “I could go on for hours like this, babe.”

 

“Well, if you keep your word,” was the soft reply he received before a slightly loud moan after a deep thrust.

 

“Sure, thing, red-head. Whatever you may need... That's what we neighbors are for!”

 

 

 

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Excessively lengthy author's notes: please do not flame me! This was my first lemon ever! This was meant (note the emphasis) to be a PWP, but I wasn't sure if it was posible out of the yaoi world and, even if it wasn't, I don't like Hilde, so I had to present the character before proceeding to “wham-bam-thank-you-man”... I REALLY need someone to give me some sort of feedback! Seriously! I don't know what I'm doing! By the way, Duo is not stupid enough to tell a total stranger he was a Gundam pilot. Spring break is not all those things I said, at least that's what I think... I can only hope on someday going, but that's a long way off... I don't know Harvard's class schedules (still in high school). I think that's about it... PLEASE E-MAIL ME!!! My e-mail address is Sapphyre3@hotmail.com. If I don't answer within the week or two, re-write, I was grounded and not allowed to use my computer (the horrors of being an underage and living with the parents...)...