Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, never will etc.

Warnings: Some bad language, excuse my foul mouth. O.o

Tease Me - part 3

School was over. Sure, it was hell sitting through endless lectures that nobody really cared about, and listening to over enthusiastic teachers that bounced around the class- literally. But it was over, and time for pizza. Duo struggled through the crowds to his locker, tripping over the newer pupils that still hadn't gotten the hang of getting their books in and out in under ten seconds, much favouring sitting in a sprawled heap surrounded by their things. Somehow, they still believed that the older student body would patiently wait for the youngsters to access their lockers for a short ten minutes or so and hold up the entire flow in the corridors. This was a gross misconception. Let nothing bar the way of a hungry cranky teenager with enough stress to last a lifetime. It could be disastrous.

He hid in the doorframe waiting for the surge to ease and felt a tap on his shoulder. He tried turning but was shoved back against the wall by a smirking jock who immediately high-fived his friends. Duo scowled, giving them the one-fingered salute. [1]

"Fuckers think they can do anything," He growled. He craned around for a better look "Sorry, can't turn around."

"It's okay, I will jus' talk t' your back."

Duo grinned broadly. "Hey Gambit."

"Bonjour cher."

The braided teens grin twitched into a smile as he done a mental happy dance. "Still calling me cher?"

He heard a faint crinkle of leather as Gambit shrugged. "I see no reason not to."

Several irate students bashed heavily into them, pushing Gambit forward into the violet-eyed youth. He slid his hands over Duos hips, messing with the heavy chain that looped from Duos belt to his back pocket and pulled himself closer.

"I tink dey want t' take me."

Duo was glad Gambit couldn't see his face and thanked the noisy atmosphere that hid his small groan. That bloody crowd wasn't going anywhere with him now that he had Remy pressed so tightly against him. He grabbed the hands resting on him, pointedly ignoring the varied expressions of other pupils. They had seen worse, especially where he was concerned, and a little closeness with his newfound friend was tame compared to other stunts he pulled. He grinned, using the momentum of the crowd to wriggle backwards into the tall red-haired youth.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't go anywhere."

Behind him, Gambit chewed on his lip, increasing his grip around the taut body and rested his chin on Duos head.

"Dat would make Remy very happy cher." He murmured into Duos ear. The shorter boy nearly melted. He pushed back teasingly, feeling something hard against him.

"So, it does make him happy" he mused, his mind starting to cloud with more lurid thoughts. He gently moved up and down, aware that he was probably going to get beaten up sometime later for simulating sex with a newcomer against a doorjamb in a predominantly homophobic school. A hazy smile appeared on his face and he shrugged. Fuck 'em. He skilfully pressed back further, all pretence that he was examining the wall gone and he smirked. Big boy. Gambit moved closer than possible, his arms winding further around Duo and pinned him against the doorframe.

"I'm sorry, de people are pushing." Not that he cared if they were or not in the first place.

Duo squirmed again. Definitely a big boy… he frowned … and apparently, slightly rectangular… with objects poking out of it… damnit, his pencil case. He glared angrily at the wall, tugging at the strap crossing his chest. Gambit noticed, poking the bag.

"Oui, it's in my way too. We mus' remedy dat." He stood back into the trickle of students, "But now, I'm hungry."

"Hungry?"

"For pizza."

Oh yes. How could he forget pizza? A night with his friends and a gorgeous guy, probably to whom flirting was a first nature. He extracted himself from the corner reluctantly, adjusting his bag comfortably over his shoulder, and exhaled softly. Gambit was already striding down the corridor, seemingly oblivious with his actions, now more interested in winking at the cheerleaders who followed his movements almost lovingly.

Duo scowled at he giggling girls, guessing that the tall teen was more than likely flirtatious with everyone he came across. He brushed past them, eliciting an indignant squeal and Hilde spun around, sweeping her short dark hair from her eyes heatedly.

"Hey watch where you're going freak!"

Duo paused, unable to help himself and he turned his attention to the group. Hilde raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips and glared at him as he circled the group predatorily. The other girls mimicked her actions, looking more like dolls in their blue and white outfits than insulted or threatening. He weaved into the centre behind Hilde, disregarding the obvious 'oh my God' mantras from the remaining followers and singled the purpled-haired girl out. He tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Me, a freak? How could you say something so harsh?"

Hilde rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side in boredom. "Very easily."

Duo ran his hand lightly over her shoulder, toying with a strand of her hair as she visibly shuddered.

"I find that so insulting, so demeaning. Why can't we all get along? Make love, not war." He struggled to keep a straight face with his last comment as Hilde shoved his hand away in disgust.

"I would never go near you. For one, I am a cheerleader. You are scum."

Duo raised his eyebrows expectantly, shoulders twitching into a shrug. "Secondly?"

Hilde was momentarily taken speechless, not anticipating his participation, but rallied herself and continued. "Secondly," she replied with a glare, "On the social scales, you don't even register. I don't associate with people like you."

"People like me? Who would that be then?" Duo picked at his nails in mock interest, "Men? Boys? Teenage boys? The male form in general?"

He looked up with a bright smile, his silver lip ring gleaming against his teeth. "So I'm all that's stopping you from associating with other guys? You don't look too hard for an excuse to roll around with girls, do you?"

Hildes mouth dropped open at the insinuation.

He elbowed her on the ribs and winked, "C'mon, you can tell me. What's girl-on-girl action like?

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!"

"Hey! I'm just curious!" He countered, "I can't help it if I like two girls going at it. So who is it?"

"Who is what?!" She hissed.

Duo grinned cheekily. "You're girlfriend?"

Hilde spun on her heel and marched down the hallway with her friends in tow. "You FREAK!"

Duo broke into a boisterous laugh, eyeing her friends in interest. "Is it blondie there? The one on the right… Hey! That's Sally, isn't it?! Hey, are you doin' it with Hilde?!"

The aforementioned flung an obscene gesture over her shoulder, tossing her cheerleading skirt haughtily. Duo laughed louder, mirroring her action and then turned to go to his locker. He headed down the nearly deserted hallway, fishing through his pockets for his key. Locating it amid a mass of crumpled doodles, he pushed it into the lock. He immediately plastered himself against the adjacent lockers, covering his head with his arms defensively as the small door creaked open. Gambit appeared by his side quizzically, swinging his key idly on his index.

"Is dis normal for you?"

Duo lowered his hands, a cautious wine-coloured eye peeking through the folds of his black hoody at the metal cubicle. He toed the swaying door suspiciously, creeping infront of it with cat-like stealth. A triumphant smile cracked over his face.

"Oh YEAH! Maxwell wins again!"

Gambit snickered at the prancing boy, shaking his head. "Wat is dis about?"

Duo paused mid-frolic with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, sometimes my friend rigs a mini bomb in my locker - and it's usually filled with anything and everything," his mood darkened significantly as he cringed in horror, "especially creamed cheese… the mouldy kind."

The red-haired teen patted him sympathetically on the head. "Dere dere, I won' let de cheese monster get you."

Duo slapped his hand away jokingly, "Hey, I may be short, but I aint a dog." He bent down to the lower locker to pick out his books.

"Wat, No crotch sniffing?" Gambit sighed, pulling his bag over his shoulder, "Pity."

Duo spluttered, unconvincingly disguising it as a cough, and hid behind the ribbed door. "Yeah," He replied weakly, his face heating up, "… uhh … French…"

He reached for a thin book, tugging it out from the bottom of the pile tentatively so it wouldn't cause an avalanche. But instead of the customary landslide of books, something in the back of his locker clicked and a faint whirr of mechanisms was the only warning. A loud pop erupted from the depths of the cubicle followed by a mass of air-born cream that spattered messily on Duo. He sat back on the linoleum floor, his attitude somewhat deflated. Gambit took one look at the braided teen dripping with a green-ish lumpy substance and doubled up in laughter. He gripped his stomach, wheezing for air.

"Mon Dieu, you look - you look good enough t' eat."

Duo flicked a finger in the direction of the other teen, managing to fleck him with drops of the ooze, which sent Gambit into further hysterics. He sniffed his hand in annoyance, cursing Heeros existence.

"The bastard used gone-off cottage cheese"

He snatched the remaining books from his locker carefully and slammed the door shut, trying not to smear his books with the foul cheese from hell, and wagged an admonishing finger at Gambit. The latter fought for a serious expression, the small tears in the corners of his ruby eyes contradicting his mood.

"I won't hear the end of it when I get to Heero so I don't need it from you either."

Gambit nodded in mock solemnity, slapping his fist to his chest then raising his index and middle finger. "Scouts honour."

Duo snorted. "I'm sure."

He shuffled down the corridor gingerly, dragging his bag behind him by the strap and trudged down the flight of stairs. His footsteps slapped over the wood as he grimly made his way to the schools entrance. Gambit followed, poking him on the back of the head.

"It's not your fun'ral, don' be so melodramatic."

A trail of slime clung to his finger as he drew back and he slyly wiped it back on to Duos jumper. The violet-eyed teen scowled,

"Watch it, favourite hoody." He traced the spirals of purple flames that ghosted up his sleeve and mopped up an errant blob of green, glaring at the evil dairy product. "At least you're not covered in cheese."

"Yes, I'm glad I'm not covered in cheese either." He returned impishly.

Duo stuck his tongue out at him as they reached the bottom of the stairs. The entrance came into view, with Heero and Trowa sitting on a wall just outside the wide doors. The Japanese teen smirked once he saw his friend.

"I believe this round is mine."

"This means war Yuy."

Heero grinned evilly. "I thought we already started."

Duo narrowed his eyes, shaking his fist threateningly. "Oh we definitely have now."

"You know, that would probably look more terrifying if you weren't caked in maturing cheese." The Prussian eyed boy grinned smugly at Duos dismal expression.

"I know." He shrugged unabashedly, "Anyway, I want to introduce both of you Gambit." He gestured to Remy with a sweep of his arm.

"Trowa you've already seen,"

He smiled in acknowledgement at the green-eyed teen.

"And the other one is Heero, my mortal enemy and conscience."

Heero nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you again."

"Again?"

Gambit bobbed his head. "He ran into me at lunch. He was in a big hurry t' escape someone, non?"

Heero scowled at the memory and glared menacingly at Duo. "If you EVER send her after me again, I'm drowning you in a vat of parmesan."

Duo yelped and latched on to his friend. "I promise I won't, just don't kill me like that! Anything but THAT!"

Heero recoiled, trying to pry Duo off him. "Okay, just get off me."

The braided teen leaped away as they hopped off the wall and started down the steps.

"She's really persistent." Trowa tugged awkwardly on his jumper, shoving his hands in his pockets as Heero walked beside him.

"Have you ever tried to get a restraining order against her Hee-chan?"

The Japanese youth shrugged, sighing the sigh of a condemned man. "Somehow I think she'd find a way around it."

"True."

~*~*~*~*~

Duo picked at slices of mushroom, eyeing his sister with jealousy. Currently the fifteen-year-old blond was perched on Gambits knee, feeding the blindfolded teen bits of pizza and giggling coquettishly. She slyly glanced at Duo, wiping melted cheese off Gambits chin slowly and her brothers not-so-subtle glare deepened. They'd been playing a 'guess the pizza' game before she'd graced them with her presence and veered straight to Gambit, leaving her usual plaything Trowa relieved. She dipped her finger in sauce, running it lightly over Gambits lips.

"What's this Remy?"

Duo grabbed the edges of the table and forced himself to remain calm. It wasn't a good idea to show interest in another guy when his sister was there. He buried his face irately in a ham and mushroom slice as she crawled further on to the handsome youths lap. Even if the said sister was an annoying two-faced manipulative thing spawned from the plague pits itself. The fact that he was adopted into the family didn't help either, his parents immediately took their little angels side so it gave her even more incentive to find faults with him. And there had been plenty of faults in the past and even more trouble in the future if they knew he swung both ways. Heero touched his arm warningly as he passed to dump a crumpled pizza box in the bin. Duo forced a grin back at his friend as he peeled slivers of cheese off his slice [2] but failed to convince the Japanese youth.

"Duo-"

"-Hey crank up the volume on the stereo Hee-chan."

Heero rolled his eyes in an obvious gesture and obediently flicked the volume dial until Duo gave the thumbs up. Chop Suey [3] pounded through the kitchen, conveniently drowning out Christine's soft, yet irritating, giggling.

"Duo-"

A violet glare stopped him short. "I know."

Heero nodded, taking his place beside Trowa who fidgeted nervously. His movements were slight and wouldn't cause much concern to those who didn't know him. But to those who did knew that there was probably something near to an apocalypse on its way. Then again, Christine was leisurely leaning towards him, having decided two playmates were better than one. That was close enough to dooms day. Time to get rid of her before she over-stepped some boundaries.

"Go away."

"What?" She glanced over her shoulder, surprised at his brashness, hand paused midair holding an anchovy. Duo snickered, his gaze flickering to the red-haired teen she was sitting on and then hastily shut-up when Christine caught his line of vision. Heero mentally cursed, rethinking his strategy. He smiled, or at least tried to. It was more of a hybrid between a scowl and grimace.

"Don't you have homework to do?"

Christine pulled herself further on to Gambits lap stubbornly. "Nope."

The aforementioned grinned, facing Heeros general direction. "Mon ami, c'est bon…" the anchovy made it's way to his mouth.

The blond laughed her ditzy laugh. "I speak French too, y' know."

Gambits voice took on a husky edge. "Oui mademoiselle? Je pense que vous etes tres belle, vous comprenez?"

"…TRUST IIINNN MYYYYYYYY, SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICII~IIDE, I CRYYY WHEN ANGELS DESERVE TO DIIII~E!"

Heero quirked an eyebrow at Duos outburst who was too busy playing imaginary bass and singing along to the song to notice. He knew Duo better though. He was more than likely paying attention to the whole interaction. Christine fluttered her eyelashes, trying to mimic Gambits French accent.

"Oui, but you don't know what I look like." [4]

"Wait a moment an' I'll see."

He reached for his blindfold, tugging it off to see an eager Christine with a look of puzzlement on her pretty features. Her fingers brushed over his cheekbones in fascination.

"How'd you get your eyes like that, the black and red I mean."

Duo abruptly jumped from his seat, turning the volume up higher. "…pogo-pogo-pogo-pogo…"

Alas, the exhilarating music levels didn't deter the conversing pair. Gambit grinned goofily, voice raised slightly louder. "By magic."

A thought suddenly struck Christine and she drew back suspiciously. "Are you a mutant-?"

"-JUMP POGOPOGOPOGOPOGOPOGOPO-"

"-Shut up Duo!"

Duo switched to air guitar and danced around an irate Christine, shouting along to the words. Heero smirked, his cobalt eyes meeting Trowas steady jade gaze. Where all else fails, and it had considering Christine was still there after his efforts, send Duo in to annoy the hell out of someone and they'll leave. Eventually.

"…THEY LINED UP DOUBLE QUICK…"

She swatted at him scathingly with a spare hand, the other clinging to an amused Gambit. "Stop it! I don't care about your stupid pogo sticks!"

"Hey don't knock it till you've tried it." He sang back. "…IT WAS SO EXOTIC… BUT JUST ONE POGO STICK!"

"STOP IT!"

Christine sprang to her feet thumping her palm on to the table. Messy strands of blond hair hung around her reddening face as she tried to corner the still singing Duo.

"Just stop it, you're so fucking ANNOYING!" She screamed, storming out of the room. She pounded heavily up the stairs, her door slamming loudly a few seconds later.

Duo turned the volume down, looking up at the ceiling cautiously. Silence descended, interspersed with the soft tick of the clock. Trowa coughed after a while, speaking in his quiet tones.

"She's very hormonal."

Instantly the atmosphere lightened. "You've no idea what it's like living with her."

"I don't want to guess."

"I'm telling you man, don't even try."

He emptied a bottle of coke into his glass, swishing it sloppily. "So what now? Pizza's gone, I think we've guessed all the toppings with the exception of Heeros gummy bear surprise- kudos by the way."

Heero grinned, tossing an errant gummy bear into his mouth.

"…and now I've just spilt the rest of the coke on my lap." He fumbled with a handful of tissues as Gambit delved into his pocket and dragged out a worn deck of cards with a lopsided grin.

"How about poker?"

The Japanese youths eyes gleamed. Poker involved straight faces and strategies and he was good at that kind of thing.

"Sure, I'm in." another voice answered.

Two sets of eyes turned to Trowa in bewilderment. Duo squinted at Trowa, running a hand over the other teen's forehead.

"You feeling okay Tro? You're usually not so adventurous, especially when it comes to gratuitous loosing of the money."

Gambit chuckled malevolently.

"It doesn' have t' be money gentlemen."

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[1] That's salute, the actual mark of respect (or lack of in Duos case) if ChibidarkAngel is reading.

[2] Disgusting habit I have because I hate cheese… in case you haven't figured that out.

[3] By the one and only System of a Down from the album Toxicity.

[4] A slut says Shinineye (teehee yeah! GO SYSTEM!)