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Tease Me - part2

It was only five minutes into the class and already Duo was bored beyond belief. He slumped over his desk; his head nestled in the crook of his arm, sleepily watching Trowa. His friend sat at the desk next to him, balancing the contents of his pencil case on top of each other with skill. Pens and protractors rippled in the miniature monument as he added to the assortment.

"You gotta teach me how to do that Tro." He whispered.

Trowa nodded, not taking his eyes off the structure. He chewed on his lip nervously, holding the final piece, the most difficult of them all: the compass. He slowly lowered it on to his creation, holding his breath with anticipation. This kind of thing took precision, patients and the right kind of support. He removed a hand, testing the weight. It seemed okay. Cautiously, he loosened his grip on the compass and the structure swayed ominously… and stabilised. He sat back and smiled softly in triumph. He had conquered his goal and it made him feel so good. There was nothing like reaching your 'aim of the day' in under five minutes. Now all he had to do was see how long it could stay uprig-

The pile of objects came crashing down infront of him in a landslide of stationary as if they tried to defy his thoughts.

"Mr. Barton!"

He looked up innocently, catching the offended expressions of the other students. He more than likely distracted them from their daydream or woke them up. Whichever it was, they were pissed.

"I will not have you creating a raucous with your pyramids collapsing, put that stuff away and STOP interrupting my class!"

She glared at him one more time before turning to a distraught girl sitting two rows infront of him.

"I'm sorry Hilde dear, Mr. Barton obviously thought it wasn't worth his while listening to you so disrupted the entire class. Please continue."

Hilde smiled tearfully; throwing a venomous death-glare in Trowas direction once the teachers back was turned.

"As I was saying," she chirped, "Animals being hunted and killed for fashion is under some serious questioning. There're so many issues about wearing high priced furs at the expense of wildlife. So, I think the prices should be lowered and animals like Tigers and Foxes should be produced in bulk so they'll never go extinct."

She beamed at the teacher who nodded thoughtfully in response, and opened her mouth to continue as her friends clapped enthusiastically.

"Also- "

But a knock on the door silenced the ever-chattering Hilde. Hilde rolled her eyes in exasperation. How dare someone interrupt, again, her crusade for cheaper stoles?! The door creaked open without waiting for an answer and the stranger from the cafeteria glided in, oozing sensuality. He grinned lazily at the girls who automatically fixed their outfits to their best advantage. Trowa nudged Duo on the arm.

"…mmsph…"

He prodded him even harder

"…mmsleeping…"

Fine then. It's not like he didn't try. The teacher hastily brushed loose strands of hair behind her ear and smoothed out her skirt, tottering unsteadily towards the handsome youth.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?"

"Oui, I was sent here by de principle." He replied in a husky French accent. Duo immediately snapped up.

"Hey Tro-" he whispered loudly.

"I know, don't embarrass yourself."

They watched as the teacher offered her hand.

"You must be the new student. I'm Ms. Porter. And you are…?"

"Remy LeBeau," He grasped her outstretched hand, bowing his head, "Please' to meet you."

Ms. Porter twittered shyly, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.

"The pleasure's all mine. Welcome to the class Remy, take a seat. We're discussing environmental matters."

She indicated to empty chairs at the back of the room. Remy grinned a slow teasing grin and gently swaggered to a desk in the corner, dropping his bag to the floor. Duo stared fixedly at the tiles. So what if he's sitting two feet away, must concentrate in class. The fate of furry creatures is important. Trowa poked him on the arm slyly.

"You know you want to."

Duo smacked the taunting hand away.

"Don't start Tro."

"Start what?"

"…you know…"

"Nope. Look at him."

"No."

"Alright, I won't force you."

"Good, 'cos I aint gonna be forced."

Duo settled into the drone of Hilde and her sycophants. It would look odd anyway if he tried to check out Remy, he chose a desk in the corner so there's be no mistake as to what Duo was looking at. Then again, would it do much harm? Everyone else already thought he was weird, might as well have somebody new join them on his first day instead of loosing him to the mob weeks later. He groaned inwardly. Why was life so hard?

"Okay, I'll risk it." He muttered to himself and glanced over his shoulder. Not only was what he saw dripping with pure charm and sex appeal, but what he saw was Remy LeBeau staring right back at him, an enigmatic smile playing over his chiselled features. He winked at Duo.

"Bonjour, mon ami. What do I call you?"

A tingle sparked through Duos body at the silky French tones. There he was, sitting two feet away from Remy who looked even better up close. He eventually remembered to answer.

"They call me Maxwell" he shifted in his chair to see him properly, "But my friends call me Duo so take your pick."

The other teen ran his fingers through a mop of unruly hair and stretched, his tight t-shirt riding up to expose a finely muscled body. Duo picked his jaw off the floor.

"I think I will call you Duo." He murmured leaning forward, "an' I go by Gambit."

His eyes smouldered and Duo fought for every once of self-control. Hoe fucking hot could one person be? He toyed with his lip ring unaware that Gambits vision flickered quickly from his amethyst eyes to his tongue rolling over the metal hoop. Trowa smiled to himself. It would be an interesting time watching their interaction. Duo chuckled at whatever Gambit had said, breaking the silence and Ms. Porter descended on him like a starved vulture on a very lost kitten.

"Mr. Maxwell! Turn around now and stop pestering Remy. I cannot have you incessantly interrupting your classmates who feel hurt by the fact you don't want to listen to their valid opinions!" She banged her ruler on the desk for emphasis, "Now listen, or LEAVE!"

Duo swung around apologetically and Ms. Porter inhaled deeply.

"Now what do you say?"

He sighed melodramatically. "Okay, I am profoundly sorry and hope that I haven't offended any of my fellow classmates- all of whom I acknowledge as victims of my callous nature and lack of compassion. If I have truly distressed you with my inappropriate behaviour, then I have come to the conclusion that you obviously are using this as an excuse to seek sympathetic attention from the more gullible educator. I fully understand that you don't give a shit about me and whether I listen or not, because you're all too self-absorbed in your plight for a cheaper massacre that will result in you wearing furs that look fucking awful on you."

He clasped his hands together expectantly and beamed at the silent class. "Did I say it right miss?"

Ms. Porter sat behind her mahogany desk, her mouth in the shape of a perfectly shocked 'o'. This wasn't really what she'd been taught. Students were supposed to love and respect her, not insult her with moderately big words. The class recovered quicker than her and began the endless assault of furious questions and cheesy threats. A large dark-haired teen pushed his table back and thundered towards a placid Duo, towering over his desk. Duo remained seated, smirking at the hulking footballer infront of him.

"Yes Aaron-baby?"

"What the fuck did you just call my girlfriend?!"

"Your girlfriend? Who would that be?"

Aaron pointed to nowhere in particular, still trying to stare him down, "Sally."

Duo brightened and peered around him to see a girl with dark blond ringlets arranged on her shoulders.

"Oh, that Sally. But… " He frowned and chewed on his lip ring again. Aaron lowered his fist, curiosity getting the better of him.

"But what?"

Duo shrugged, "Nah, nothing."

Aaron pounded on the desk. "Tell me!"

Duo hesitated. "I'm not saying this is true, coulda been anyone else…"

"And?"

"Well, I thought I saw her blowin' some guy off the wrestling team. But she's your girlfriend sooo, I must have made some mistake."

Sally jumped from her seat with an outraged scream. "How dare you?! You…"

She searched her extensive range of vocabulary, looking for the perfect word that would capture the negative essence of her emotion and essentially hurt the other person.

"…you FREAK!"

She whimpered and latched on to her boyfriend, "You don't believe him, do you Aaron?"

Aaron's pupils dilated a fraction.

"You don't believe me Aaron-baby?"

"Where d'you see her Maxwell?"

Sally burst into tears. "He's lying! He wants to split us apart."

"Up in the ruins of that old building, right against the wall."

"He's poisoning your mind!" she wailed.

"With who?"

"Twas with Trent."

The footballers face darkened and his brows furrowed in fury as he pulled Sally off him.

"You said you two were just good FRIENDS!"

"We are, he's lying, he's jealous of what we have together!" The blond girl hiccupped uncontrollably. "Don't leave me Aaron, he probably gets off watching people, he's a pervert!"

Aaron turned his attention to Duo, blinded by his rage to the extent that he missed his girlfriend's involuntary admission of unfaithfulness.

"You watch my girlfriend?!"

Ms. Porter hovered in the background uncomfortably as Aaron slammed Duos desk aside, ramming it into Trowas. He grabbed a handful of Duos hoody, pulling him up roughly from his seat.

"I asked you a question. Do. You. Watch. My girlfriend?" he hissed through clenched teeth. The violet-eyed teen broke loose from the lock and stood back warily, motioning for Trowa to stay away.

"No, she's yours, I wouldn't go near her."

Aaron shoved Duo. "So now she's not good enough?!"

Duos temper rose and something vicious bubbled inside him.

"Back off Aaron, now."

Aaron shoved him again, bringing his face inches away form Duos. Stale breath invaded the braided teens senses.

"Or what… freak?" he cackled at the crowd around him, "You'll get your bunch of weirdo's to beat me up? You think that twig could hurt me?"

He flicked a hand at Trowa. Duo placed his white knuckled fists by his sides as calmly as he could, breathing evenly. Fiery adrenaline coursed through his veins, sending power surges to each limb that trembled from the sheer violent energy. The footballer ignored all the warnings.

"Please stop talking Aaron."

"What did you say?!" he pushed Duo harder, backing him against the wall. Violet eyes began to burn and the beast howled inside him.

"Excuse moi, gentlemen."

A comforting hand lay on his shoulder, making distance between himself and Aaron.

"But I do believe we are all entitled to our opinions, non?" the voice reasoned smoothly. A slight bout of silence followed until Aarons more subdued tones replied.

"Whatever man, he's not worth it anyway."

Heavy footsteps plodded away, lighter feminine ones pattering alongside them. "Wait Aaron!"

Chairs and desks scraped across the floor with Ms. Porter's nervous chatter attempting to give orders to restore the peace. Duo exhaled one last time before deciding it was safe to relax. He cracked an eyelid open, confronted with a view of Gambit and Trowa bearing similar faces of concern.

"You okay, mon ami?"

"Yeah, not bad."

Gambit grinned and slapped Duo on the back, "You need anger management, eh?"

"I can handle it" he responded defensively, "But thanks for stepping in. We usually can't talk our ways outta fights so easily."

"We have more talent in talking ourselves into further trouble." Trowa added, tugging at his jumper, "Well, Duo specifically."

"Hey!"

"It's true."

Duo hung his head in mock sadness, "I know, but they piss me off so much."

Gambit returned to his seat and dragged an unresisting Duo with him while Trowa righted their desks.

"Don' worry, what is done is done. Now, you are safe. Let Gambit take care of you, oui?"

Trowa smirked at Duos tranquil demeanour. When he went that calm, it often meant that he was doing his best not to a) kill someone, or b) jump their bones there and then. He was probably leaning towards 'b'.

Ms. Porter appeared by their side timidly, "We're starting class again, can you please sit down?"

She pushed her glasses up, squinting slightly, "And try not to aggravate them Duo dear." With that she left them.

Duo frowned, "She never calls me 'Dear', let alone by my first name."

Gambit grinned cheekily. "And what is wrong with her showing some compassion now, cher?"

The braided teen laughed to himself. So he's trying to play that kind of game. If you can't beat them…

Duo draped over his desk suggestively, "So we've moved past first names to endearments?" he murmured provocatively. "You move fast Remy-babe."

"Ah, oui." Gambit agreed, sucking his finger tantalisingly, "only because I like what come after endearments."

"And what's that?"

Gambits grin slid into a sultry smile. "That, cher, is something you will have to find out yourself."

~*~*~*~*~

Ms. Porter reconsidered her career. It had been a tying forty minutes and suddenly the idea of pig farming was warming up to her. At lest pigs were relatively friendly and didn't care what kind of designer clothes they wore. They were never bothered about the sow that cheated on all of them, or that frisky dog caught in an identity crisis. They were just pigs. Teenagers were a totally different league. The bell sounded and she made a hasty retreat to the staffroom where herbal therapy was required. The students filed out behind her and Duo caught Gambits arm before he left.

"Hey, d'you wanna come over to my house tonight for some food? Me and Tro are getting pizza; as a thank you for helping me out."

Gambit shrugged. "sounds good, mon ami. But I don' know where you live."

"Just meet me at the entrance after school and I'll show you."

"Okay," He smiled. "I will be looking forward to it."

He rounded the corner, his trench coat sweeping out behind him, turning several admiring heads. Duo leaned against the wall and Trowa waited quizzically.

"Even the way he walks is so sexy."

"You're drooling."

"I can't help it. He's so… so…"

"Hot? Sexy? A god?"

"…fuckable."

"Or that."

Duo groaned and started for his next class.

"I dunno Tro, there's something about him."

"He does have a certain charm."

"He's got a lot more than charm." He retorted in exaggerated offence.

Bustling crowds bashed into him as he tried crossing the corridor to the history room whereas Trowa slipped between the people with ease.

"It's annoying me. I want him."

"I know you do, so get him."

Duo sheltered in the doorframe of the classroom, "But what if he's like that with everyone?"

"If you don't try you'll never know."

He drifted gracefully down the packed corridor mouthing 'bye' to his perplexed friend. Duo wandered into class to his place in the corner and plonked down on the seat. He gazed absentmindedly at the various pictures and posters put up on the notice board by the more obsessive female students.[1] Johnny Depp and various 'Lord of the Rings' characters stared back at him with unmoving eyes. It was less than five minutes since he last talked to Gambit and he already wanted more. He still had an hour and a half of class left to go through and time wasn't going any quicker.

It was going to be a long day.

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[1] Proud to say I'm one of them.