Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Sex ❯ Slave to Sex ( Chapter 1 )

Slave to Sex

 

Rating: Y

Summary: The only relationship Duo let's himself into are one night stands. Conflict rises when he has two one night stands with the same person. 1x2, AU, One Shot

 

STORY

 

You know that empty feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and you're the only one lying in bed? There isn't anyone beside you; there isn't even an impression in the sheets. A hint of loneliness creeps over you and you half-shut your eyes, staring up at the plain ceiling. You fight not to fall into a miniature morning depression at the fear of never finding someone to fill that empty space; the fear of dying alone, or worse - surrounded by fifty cats.

 

Yeah, I know that feeling well. And honey, I love it.

 

It's the feeling that I know and understand. I can wake up and think, “Ah - that feeling again. Yeah, people like to call it loneliness now and then.” It's familiar territory, you know?

 

What I don't understand is waking up and rolling over, only to roll into a warm body. I don't like what I don't understand. I fear what I don't understand.

 

Don't tell anyone I said that, though. I'm serious, man! If anyone found out that I'm afraid of waking up next to someone in the morning, they'd flip. They'd laugh their asses off. I mean, sure, I love to make people laugh - it's my number one past time - but not about serious shit like that.

 

And hell, it is serious. I probably have some kind of psychological issue that needs to be taken up with a therapist, but at this point, I can't afford to. I'm dead broke.

 

Besides, I had those sessions when I was still a kid and in high school, you know? The teachers thought I had some problems, since I got into fights all the time. Well, let me tell you something: the most I got out of those things was a loaded waste of time and a newly developed hate for psychologists.

 

So no. No, I refuse to set foot in a psychologist's office, thank you very much.

 

Then what's my solution? I'm a pretty social guy, after all. I go out nearly every night and almost never return to my dorm room without having fucked like a rabbit. If I'm afraid of waking up next to someone, yet I have more sex than the two dollar whores on Baker Avenue, then what should I do?

 

It's called one night stands, and it's my ultimate solution to life itself. No strings attached, no calls on the answering machine, and no one to roll into in the morning. It's… well, it's perfect.

 

At least, I thought it was.

 

See, it's like one of those math equations I used to get when I was in junior high: find the solution(s) that can be divided by 6 to get a number that is 6 or under 6.

 

Well, at first it seems so bloody difficult because the idiot text book writers thought up the most confusing way to word the damned problem. But then, after I understand what I have to do, I think it's the easiest problem in the world.

 

Duh! The answer is 1. 6 divided by 1 is 6, right?

 

But then I realized that the problem isn't over. I still have another number to deal with. And hell, at that point I would just give up and go with the flow: pretend that I knew the answer and wait for the teacher to announce it so that I can write it down.

 

Well, yeah, that's pretty much exactly how my situation is. I thought that my problem was solved. I had a solution. And then it turns out that there's another part of the problem that I didn't think of. And for now - well, I would prefer to just go with the flow rather than come up with a solution. The answer will come to me eventually.

 

You probably have no fucking clue what I'm talking about. I've suddenly turned into a crazy person rambling on with no purpose, have I? Well, let me spell it out to you: Heero Yuy. That's my new problem to which I ain't got a single solution.

 

You see, everything was fine. We've known each other for a while - we go to three of the same classes, and Quatre's friend, Relena, introduced all of us a while back. We were cool. We shared notes. We had coffee over at Barnie's a few times. And hey, it would be stupid to pretend that we weren't attracted to each other from the very beginning. Because we were, you know? So it was no surprise that he became a candidate for a one night stand.

 

Things were going smoothly. I had the best sex I've had in months and, after hanging around for a bit, I went back to my dorm room. We saw each other the next day and pretended that it never happened (mostly because Relena was with us, and she thinks that Heero is as straight as an arrow.) Things were good.

 

Then, after sharing anatomy notes at Barnie's, we headed over to his dorm because the coffee shop closed and the pushy waitress kicked us out. I still didn't understand the differences of male and female anatomy (besides the obvious, of course.) He spread out the notes on his floor and we sat there together for a good hour before I finally got it.

 

And then - well - one thing led to another and suddenly… well, I'm sure you can guess the rest.

 

How is this a problem? Well, think about it for a second! I only do one night stands, right? I had two one night stands with Yuy, meaning that we were no longer in a one night stand relationship.

 

Yeah, sure, laugh all you want. You must think I'm some kind of whack-job. And hell, maybe I am. I'm the only guy I know who acts like this, after all. (Usually, at my age and in college, guys would be freaking out over realizing that they like taking it up the ass.) But it's just that - well, remember what I said? About me not liking what I don't understand? Yeah, well I don't understand what kind of relationship I'm in if I've had two one night stands with the same person.

 

Yuy didn't seem to care, though. He acted as though nothing had changed. He was still as aloof as ever, and his sense of humor - rather, lack thereof - continued to be the same. He didn't act like a girl might. That is, he didn't suddenly start to blush while he was around me, and he didn't ask me out on dates. But he wasn't cold either, like how some people were to me the day after when I gave them the firm message that I wasn't interested in continuing what they thought to be a new relationship. He nodded to me in greeting, said a comment here and there, and that was it.

 

And yet, by the end of the week, he pulled me aside in the hallway and asked me if I wanted to go to Barnie's with him. Not to study, and not to gaze at each other like star-crossed lovers. Just to talk.

 

We had a pretty normal conversation, actually. Like usual, I did most of the talking and he just sat there, staring out the window, as though he weren't listening. It was kinda nice, just hanging out. It was after finishing our drinks that he asked me if I wanted to head up to his room.

 

Well, that put me in a pretty bad spot, didn't it? I would be lying if I said I didn't want to go - because, obviously, everyone knows that I'm a slave to sex.

 

So, how does this end? What do I do? How do I overcome my confusion and hesitation? (The suspense! I know it must be driving you all insane!)

 

Well, to cut to the chase, I end up going and we fuck like there's no bloody tomorrow.

 

Afterwards, he was lying in bed, gazing off into space. I was dressing, making up some excuse that I had to get back to my dorm room. I had a huge test to study for, or something like that.

 

It was as I was tugging on my shirt that he suddenly looked at me and asked, “Why don't you ever stay?”

 

I paused before smoothing out the wrinkles. I decided to play dumb. “I don't know what you mean.”

 

“After we have sex,” he explained.

 

In situations like these, I could usually come up with something quick and smart to say in an instant. But for some reason, my mind was completely blank. I ran my hand through my long bangs, unable to say anything.

 

“You scared?”

 

“No!” I looked at him as if he was mad. “Scared? What would I be scared of?” I snorted to myself. “Scared…”

 

But Heero only shrugged. “There are quite a few people who are afraid of getting into relationships deeper than just sex.” When I didn't say anything, he added quietly, “I don't understand why, though.”

 

This seemed to be an open invitation for me to sit down on the edge of the bed and spill out everything: my hate for the cliché relationships, where a girl sits in a guy's lap and they spout poetry out of their bloody asses all day. My awkwardness for even making myself vulnerable and open by showing emotions like love. Not to mention my uncertainty of the existence of love in the first place.

 

I didn't, though. Not really. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor hard, thinking of what to say so that he could understand - because, for some reason, I really did want him to understand.

 

“What about when you want to settle down?” he asked before I could say anything. “When you want to start a family?”

 

“I'm twenty one,” I muttered to him. “I don't want to think about having a kid or a wife or a white picket fence. Not for a long time.”

 

He sat up; the bed sheet fell and piled around his abdomen displaying his naked chest. “You'll have to eventually, though.”

 

“So what're you saying?” I looked up at him. “That we elope, steal a baby from a hospital, and build a house?”

 

“No,” he replied, leaning backwards from his hunched over position, reclining on his elbows. “Just that you stay for a while.”

 

I didn't know if he was being serious or if he was being sarcastic. I eyed him for a moment, trying to get a good sense of what he wanted, but he seemed completely closed off. He nodded his head at the empty space beside him on his bed. “Undress. Go to sleep. Your test can wait,” he added with a miniscule smirk, as though he knew the test was just a figment of my imagination.

 

Without waiting for me, he lied back down and pulled the covers up. “Turn off the light, too,” he muttered.

 

I stood from the bed, still unsure of what I was doing and whether it was right. Still, I did what he said. Crawling into the bed in the semi-darkness, as naked as the day I was born, I fisted the pillow to make it more comfortable and pulled some of the sheet up over me too.

 

We lied there in silence for a while, but what was okay. I was thinking, and I knew he was too.

 

Imagine that. Me, thinking! I always go on my gut instinct, you know? I never sit around and think about what I should do, or the steps necessary to doing it. I just go. But no - with this, I'm actually thinking about it. I was ignoring my gut, which was telling me to hightail out of there. I was thinking it through and through, to the point where I finally asked, “You asleep yet?”

 

“No.”

 

I did what I was thinking so hard about. It was what I probably should've done in those math classrooms when I was in junior high: instead of sitting around in confusion, I asked a question. “What are we now, do you think?”

 

Heero rolled over and stared at me with narrowed eyes. “Lovers,” as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “Fuck buddies. Boyfriends. Whatever you want to call it.”

 

“Do we get to have a lot of sex?” I asked jokingly, with a small smile, to hide the fear that started to swell in my chest. He only nodded and rolled back over, not noticing a thing. I sighed and fell back into the bed, staring up at the plain ceiling.

 

In the morning, it actually wasn't that bad when I rolled into his warm body. Kind of nice, in fact. Different from what I thought it would be like.

 

 

The End

 

Author's note: I'm still practicing, trying to get AU stories that still portray the character's personalities. I think I hit Duo's personality pretty well in this one.

 

Please, tell me if you think the rating needs to change. That's something I'm pretty unsure of.