Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ voodoo kiss ❯ voodoo kiss 3/? ( Chapter 3 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
title:: voodoo kiss 3/?
author:: Psyence
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot,
major UST.
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"I'm Duo Maxwell!" the man said, holding out his free hand. "His boyfriend!"
"My WHAT?!" Heero shouted, just as Relena added, "His WHAT!?" Heero goggled at the man named Duo Maxwell and then turned to look at Relena, who was giving the man a look that clearly said, at that moment, she wasn't even sure what 'boyfriend' meant. He looked back at Maxwell and saw him roll his eyes and give him an affectionate smile.
"Don't mind him!" he shouted over the music. "He doesn't like it when I announce it to the world - bit private, see!" He squeezed Heero around the middle and grinned.
"Well - I - I suppose I'd better - I think I'll go! Yes, I'll go!" Relena looked thoroughly confused, and a little embarrassed too. Heero was still volleying a glance between the two, wondering what had just happened.
Relena left them and walked slowly back into the throng of dancing people, and then disappeared from sight. Heero stood staring after her for a minute or so, feeling slightly guilty and not really knowing why, before he remembered that he was being clutched by a man. He pushed Maxwell off of him and stood back, making sure that there was a good two feet between them.
"What the hell was that?!" he shouted, pointing a finger in the general direction of Relena. Maxwell shrugged and gave him an easy grin.
"Looked like you needed some help! Thought you wanted to get rid of her, is all!"
"I didn't need any help!" Heero lied, glaring at the man.
"Suit yourself, man! Just remember to thank me when she leaves you alone for good!" He gave Heero a mock salute and turned to re-enter onto the dance floor, but Heero grabbed his elbow and spun him around.
"Don't walk away from me, you bastard!" He felt the same irrational anger towards the man as he had the night before, in the alleyway. Again, Maxwell shrugged and grinned.
"What's the matter - afraid she'll come back?!" he asked. Heero glared harder still, growling a little, but the noise was lost in the loud music.
"I'm not afraid of her!" Lie.
"Like I said, man - suit yourself! I was just trying to help!" Heero pushed the man away from him again, though he would have preferred to punch him. Instead, he turned on his heel and stalked away, positive that he had heard Maxwell laughing at him as he did so.
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Heero wanted to skulk back to his dark corner and draw up an internal argument about everything he hated about Maxwell. He intended on doing so, but was thwarted when he saw that the tables sitting in the darkest corners had already been taken by people who had been on the dance floor moments before. They were sitting eating food from the buffet, talking animatedly with one another. Heero saw Quatre and Trowa sitting at a table with a blonde, waspish woman that Heero didn't know. She was nodding along to Trowa's words, while Quatre interjected the conversation with his own, which were completely lost in the music for Heero. He wished they would turn the racket off so that he could think.
Turning on his heel again, hoping that neither Trowa or Quatre had noticed him in his slight pause, he headed for the doors that they had taken to enter the large room. He found them and exited, pulling the door closed with a little more force than he had meant to and muffling the sound of the loud bass. He wanted to grind his teeth to a fine powder because he was so angry, and yet he had absolutely no idea why, but he knew it was all that Maxwell's fault.
'Yes,' Heero thought, pacing up backwards and forwards in front of the large double doors. 'Yes, it's all his fault. If he hadn't interfered I wouldn't be so angry.' Heero knew that this was actually true, but he also knew - but didn't admit it to himself - that if Maxwell had not interfered he would probably be currently suffocating under Relena's kiss. This, if anything, annoyed him further. But the worst thing, Heero realised, and came to a grinding halt as he did so, was that both times he had been around the man he had not felt constricted or nervous like he usually did in front of people. True, both encounters had been vexing or awkward. Maxwell had kissed him the first time and insinuated that he was Heero's boyfriend on the second, but Heero always noticed any slight relapse in social matters. It was rare enough that Heero actually lost his temper with anyone. He usually held it all inside, seething quietly, almost visibly emitting steam and burning a hole in someone's face with his angry glare; but he never actually lost control like he had with Maxwell.
Heero wanted to know why the man made him feel like that, but he also wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. Heero didn't know why, he only knew that the man was Bad News. Heero resumed his pacing, wondering how far away he was from his apartment and if he would be able to
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"Uargh!"
Heero clapped a hand to his forehead for the second time in two days and, again, hoped that he hadn't done himself a serious injury.
"For the love of - what is it about you and doors?!"
It was that voice.
Heero removed his hand from his forehead and had a glare ready. He didn't answer.
"What's your excuse this time?" Maxwell asked with a grin. Heero steamed quietly. "Don’t tell me she’s after you again!” Maxwell continued. He tapped a cigarette out of a packet that he removed from his trouser pocket and stuck it between his lips. "Persistent minx, ain’t she?" Maxwell winked at him and started patting down his jacket, obviously looking for a lighter. Meanwhile, Heero resisted the urge to hurt him.
"Haven't got a lighter, have you, man?" Maxwell asked.
"No," Heero bit savagely, thinking ‘why does he infuriate me so much?’ Maxwell rose an eyebrow and smirked lightly.
"What crawled up your butt?" he laughed. He finally found his lighter, but before he could get the flame anywhere near his cigarette Heero smacked it out of his hand and grabbed the lapels of Maxwell's fine suit and slammed him up against the wall. Maxwell's head crashed against the wall again and he yelped in pain.
"What the HELL is wrong with you!?" he shouted. "What - do you enjoy pushing me up against walls?" Maxwell smirked then. Heero glared at his pretty violet irises and wondered over them again. "So? You just gonna stand there?" Heero stared for a moment longer and then let go of the man, but not before pushing him violently against the wall one last time. He turned his back on Maxwell and fumed, swiping a hand through his hair so hard he ripped a few strands out.
"Are you still pissed that I helped you out?" Maxwell asked. Heero turned sharply and glared at him. He was searching for his lighter on the floor - having already recovered his now slightly crumpled cigarette.
"I didn't ask for your help!" Heero shouted loudly. Maxwell looked up in surprise. The expression on his face told Heero that he hadn't expected Heero to answer with anything but a 'no'.
"It's nothing personal, man; I just thought you looked like you could do with a hand. Excuse me for having a heart." He shrugged again and finally located his lighter halfway down the corridor. Heero found the real source of his anger:
"You kissed me!" he blurted as Maxwell picked up his lighter. He looked over his shoulder at Heero and laughed.
"Oh, that? Yeah, sorry about that. You know, nice looking guy has me up against a wall ..." he trailed off and shrugged, yet again. It seemed to be a nervous habit.
"But you kissed me!" Heero pointed a finger behind him, as if indicating towards the past. Maxwell gave him a confused look.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I, like, messed up your sexual orientation or anything," he said. Heero opened his mouth to rave at him, seeing as that wasn't an issue at all. Heero couldn't have given a rat's ass what his 'orientation' was, because he didn't intend on having any encounters. As far as he was concerned, the best way to live was very much alone with as little human contact as possible.
"It wasn't like I used /tongue/ or anything." Heero gave Maxwell a revolted face, as if to suggest that /tongue/ was not something he ever wanted to think about. It wasn't that he hadn't ever done that sort of thing; it was that the idea did not appeal to him at all. Heero had decided long ago that he was very much asexual.
"Jesus, why were you even on that date, dude?" Maxwell laughed. "I bet you couldn't have even gotten her shirt off without wetting yourself."
Heero charged at him. He jacked him up against the wall again, actually snarling in his face this time, and shook him slightly.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled. He didn't know why he was so angry. Usually a blow below the belt about Heero's non-existent sex life would be easy to shrug off.
"Make me," Maxwell managed to get out, smirking. Heero was pressing up against the wall so hard the other man was finding it hard to breathe.
"You little - who the hell do you - I can't believe -" Heero spluttered, overcome with the amount of 'how dare you's and 'who do you think you are's that he wanted to shout at the man that he couldn't get them all out, not all at once anyway. He resorted to snarling again.
"You've got some serious mental issues. You should get them sorted." Maxwell wormed a hand in between them and pressed it into Heero shoulder. He tried to push Heero off of him with the heel of his hand. Heero's body was forced to arch back slightly but he retaliated by squashing the slightly taller man between himself and the wall. He wasn't sure what to do next - punch or splutter some more. Before he could do either, Maxwell glanced briefly into Heero's eyes, then down at his lips, and then kissed him. Again.
Heero froze for a second, lips tight against the onslaught, but was then horrified to feel himself relaxing slightly. He tried to get his body away from Maxwell's, but an entirely unwelcome voice in his head reminded him that, actually, he quite liked how the kiss felt. He felt
Maxwell's lips open and his tongue press against Heero's mouth, which opened slightly and allowed him access. Before Heero knew what was really going on, he was sharing an intimate kiss for the first time in two years with another man.
Heero leant closer to the other body, fingers relaxing slightly around the fistfuls of Maxwell's suit that they were holding. He realised that, not only was he allowing Maxwell to kiss him, but he was also kissing back with vigor. He didn't want it to end, at all - he wanted to keep kissing Maxwell until his tongue went numb. He didn't really have much time for that though, because just as Heero's left hand released Maxwell's suit jacket completely to move somewhere else- possibly his shoulder, maybe his face, Heero didn't really know - Maxwell gripped Heero's shoulder with the hand that had wormed its way up between their bodies and slammed his knee up into Heero's groin.
Heero half yelped, half gasped painfully, and practically slid away from Maxwell as he removed himself from between Heero's body and the wall. Heero's hand went down to clutch his injury, as he leant against the wall, slightly stooped, and tried to process coherent thought. His brain seemed to have exploded due to the swift change from pleasure to immense, agonising pain.
"Maybe you won't go slamming me up against walls next time," Maxwell laughed from behind him. He came into his line of sight again and patted Heero on the shoulder.
"You -" Heero growled, still waiting for the pain to subside.
"I know, low blow - right?" Maxwell cocked his head to the side, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on his hip. "Don't mess with me, man. I'm not your average busboy." He winked at Heero, reached out a hand and fluffed Heero's hair and then turned and walked serenely down the corridor and away from Heero, who attempted to shuffle after him, but decided that he'd rather wait until certain necessary bodily parts had retracted slightly.
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By the time Heero had managed to hobble back to the party, the dance floor had thinned considerably. Only a smattering of people were still dancing, now to a selection of terrible disco hits. He’d attempted to actually leave only to realise halfway down the corridor, that he didn't have the keys to Trowa's car, and therefore could not escape any way other than on foot. Heero cast a venomous look towards the DJ before seeking out Quatre's blond head amongst the seated partiers, and then attempted to walk casually towards the table he was sat at without giving away the fact that he was still in a marked amount of pain.
"Heero!" Quatre shouted, waving him over, his cheeks rosy due to the glass of red wine that he was holding, which was probably on it's fifth refill. Heero sat down next to Quatre in the available seat and set about making sure that everyone present knew that he was in a Do Not Disturb mood. But then Milliardo waltzed over, slightly tipsily, with a giggling blonde girl attached to his arm, who seemed to be beside herself simply because /Milliardo Peacecraft/ had chosen her for the night.
"Hello, gentlemen," Milliardo crooned, leaning one elbow on Trowa's shoulder and smirking at them all. Quatre was so pleased to see him that he sloshed wine down his front. "Holding the bar up, Quat?" Milliardo laughed at his own joke along with the girl. Heero glared at her. She looked like a Tiffany. Heero hated Tiffany's. But then, at that moment, Heero hated everyone. "I heard you ditched my sister again, Heero," Milliardo said, looking at Heero with a smirk. Heero blinked for a second and then looked at Quatre.
"You never told me-" he started, but Quatre was too busy sucking a very surprised Trowa's face off to listen. "I didn't know she was your sister," he finished, turning back to Milliardo, who shrugged and flicked a long blond strand of hair out of his eyes, making the girl wrapped around him swoon.
"Little overbearing, correct?" Milliardo asked. Before Heero got the chance to answer Quatre had un-stuck himself from Trowa's mouth and decided to throw in his two cents worth.
"Heero ran away from her!" he laughed heartily, looking like he wasn't about to stop for a long time, but he tried to talk through it anyway. "I saw - I saw-! Running! From a girl! Scared of - of - of a girl!" Quatre threw his head back and laughed so loud people from neighbouring tables turned to look at him.
Heero jumped up, causing his chair to skitter away from him and topple over backwards. He realised that his hands were balled into fists and, to save from punching Quatre - who was causing Heero's tightly strung nerves to twang alarmingly.
“Keys! Now!” Heero shouted at Trowa, who only had to glance at Heero face to know better than to refuse him. He fished the keys out of his pocket and gave them to Heero, who ripped them out of Trowa’s hand. He then did a quick about-face and walked away from the table, heading for the door again and intending to walk home just to get away from the disastrous party.
"Heero!" he heard someone call from behind him, but he was too angry to answer.
He slammed the door open and made it jump on its hinges. It almost flew back at him and hit him in the face - again - but he caught it just in time. He stalked down the corridor, aware that he was stamping, but not really caring. He was practically grinding his teeth because he was so angry, and to makes things even worse he couldn't remember the way out of the damn hotel. He turned a corner and was met with another endless corridor, so he turned into the opposite corridor and found exactly the same thing.
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, aiming a kick at the skirting board and thumping his big toe painfully. He pretended that it didn't hurt and stomped off down the first corridor first, hoping that someone would give him a reason to hurt them.
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It turned out that no one did get in Heero's way in his rampage for an exit. The look on his face was probably enough to make anyone jump out of his way. When Heero finally located an exit he ran at it, startling a small group of demure old ladies, who shook their heads at him and muttered about him under their breaths. Heero fought the urge to give them the finger, and just left the cursed hotel instead. He was a little less angry now, but still ready to punch the first person who annoyed him. Heero may have had bad conversation techniques, but he knew how to shut people up well enough. He was contemplating the ways in which to cause physical damage to a faceless porter that his imagination had conjured up when he stumbled and almost fell over someone’s outstretched leg.
Heero knew whose leg it was the second he righted himself.
"We meet again," said Maxwell, leaning back against the wall and sucking on his cigarette. Heero growled.
"Stay away from me," he said, and turned away from him.
"Little 'sore' are we?" Maxwell asked, laughing. Heero walked quickly away from the man and wished that he had thought to wrestle Trowa's car keys off of his body. Ignoring Maxwell wasn't going to be very easy especially since he was following him.
"Piss off," Heero threw over his shoulder. It was a lousy attempt, but he couldn't think of anything better. Intelligent insults were not Heero's forte.
"Ooh, touchy." Maxwell jogged to catch up with Heero, and then slowly to walk beside him. He threw his half finished cigarette into the gutter and gave Heero another would-be-winning grin. Would-be because Heero wasn't exactly his friend right then.
"Why are you following me?" Heero ground out, scanning the cars for Trowa's. Maxwell shrugged.
"You intrigue me," Maxwell said, matching pace with Heero, who sped up instantly.
"And why is that?" Heero decided to humour him, at least until he found the car. Maxwell shrugged and turned around so that he was walking backwards next to Heero.
"You're weird," Maxwell explained. "You ran away from that chick, you got angry when I helped you, you got angry when I /accidentally/ hit you with the door - which, by the way, was not my fault, you were pissed that I kissed you the other night but then go full throttle when I kiss you again and now you're angry /again/ about god only knows what." Maxwell ticked off the points on his fingers and then turned back around to walk normally. "All in all, I'd say you're one hell of a messed up guy. Anger issues and all that."
"I have not got-" Heero started, ready to lash out, but Maxwell interrupted him.
"Ah-ah-ah~, you'll only be proving me right." He smirked at Heero and then stopped. "This is your ride, right?" he asked. Heero glanced at the black car and recognised the number plate.
"How do you know?" he asked Maxwell suspiciously, who just chuckled.
"No need to be paranoid, I just saw you arrive is all."
"You were watching me?!" Maxwell laughed properly at this.
"Easy tiger," he said, slapping a hand down onto Heero’s shoulder as he went to move past him. He paused as he drew close to Heero and looked him in the eye. Heero felt uncomfortable under the close scrutiny and shrugged his shoulder a little, trying to dislodge Maxwell's hand, but Maxwell had already started leaning in and before Heero knew it he was being kissed again.
Maxwell pressed closer to Heero and slipped the hand on his shoulder around to the back of his neck. Heero's brain went on standby for a moment and let his body think for itself, and it decided that it wanted to slip its arm around Maxwell's waist and move him back against the car so that Maxwell was pressed up against the driver's side. They both fought for dominance in the kiss, but Heero didn't really care who won, only that he was actually getting to do it again. As soon as he realised just how much he was enjoying it, and just how much more he could enjoy it his brain plugged itself back in and put the breaks on. Heero broke the kiss instantly, leaving Maxwell with a slightly shell-shocked expression on his face. Heero stared at him for a moment or two, still pressed tightly up against him. He felt Maxwell shift slightly and moved away instantly, his back hitting up against the car parked next to Trowa's one. Maxwell cleared his throat and attempted a self confident smirk, which faltered slightly. He edged out of the cramped space between the two cars and walked away, leaving Heero wondering when he would be able to do that again.
author:: Psyence
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot,
major UST.
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"I'm Duo Maxwell!" the man said, holding out his free hand. "His boyfriend!"
"My WHAT?!" Heero shouted, just as Relena added, "His WHAT!?" Heero goggled at the man named Duo Maxwell and then turned to look at Relena, who was giving the man a look that clearly said, at that moment, she wasn't even sure what 'boyfriend' meant. He looked back at Maxwell and saw him roll his eyes and give him an affectionate smile.
"Don't mind him!" he shouted over the music. "He doesn't like it when I announce it to the world - bit private, see!" He squeezed Heero around the middle and grinned.
"Well - I - I suppose I'd better - I think I'll go! Yes, I'll go!" Relena looked thoroughly confused, and a little embarrassed too. Heero was still volleying a glance between the two, wondering what had just happened.
Relena left them and walked slowly back into the throng of dancing people, and then disappeared from sight. Heero stood staring after her for a minute or so, feeling slightly guilty and not really knowing why, before he remembered that he was being clutched by a man. He pushed Maxwell off of him and stood back, making sure that there was a good two feet between them.
"What the hell was that?!" he shouted, pointing a finger in the general direction of Relena. Maxwell shrugged and gave him an easy grin.
"Looked like you needed some help! Thought you wanted to get rid of her, is all!"
"I didn't need any help!" Heero lied, glaring at the man.
"Suit yourself, man! Just remember to thank me when she leaves you alone for good!" He gave Heero a mock salute and turned to re-enter onto the dance floor, but Heero grabbed his elbow and spun him around.
"Don't walk away from me, you bastard!" He felt the same irrational anger towards the man as he had the night before, in the alleyway. Again, Maxwell shrugged and grinned.
"What's the matter - afraid she'll come back?!" he asked. Heero glared harder still, growling a little, but the noise was lost in the loud music.
"I'm not afraid of her!" Lie.
"Like I said, man - suit yourself! I was just trying to help!" Heero pushed the man away from him again, though he would have preferred to punch him. Instead, he turned on his heel and stalked away, positive that he had heard Maxwell laughing at him as he did so.
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Heero wanted to skulk back to his dark corner and draw up an internal argument about everything he hated about Maxwell. He intended on doing so, but was thwarted when he saw that the tables sitting in the darkest corners had already been taken by people who had been on the dance floor moments before. They were sitting eating food from the buffet, talking animatedly with one another. Heero saw Quatre and Trowa sitting at a table with a blonde, waspish woman that Heero didn't know. She was nodding along to Trowa's words, while Quatre interjected the conversation with his own, which were completely lost in the music for Heero. He wished they would turn the racket off so that he could think.
Turning on his heel again, hoping that neither Trowa or Quatre had noticed him in his slight pause, he headed for the doors that they had taken to enter the large room. He found them and exited, pulling the door closed with a little more force than he had meant to and muffling the sound of the loud bass. He wanted to grind his teeth to a fine powder because he was so angry, and yet he had absolutely no idea why, but he knew it was all that Maxwell's fault.
'Yes,' Heero thought, pacing up backwards and forwards in front of the large double doors. 'Yes, it's all his fault. If he hadn't interfered I wouldn't be so angry.' Heero knew that this was actually true, but he also knew - but didn't admit it to himself - that if Maxwell had not interfered he would probably be currently suffocating under Relena's kiss. This, if anything, annoyed him further. But the worst thing, Heero realised, and came to a grinding halt as he did so, was that both times he had been around the man he had not felt constricted or nervous like he usually did in front of people. True, both encounters had been vexing or awkward. Maxwell had kissed him the first time and insinuated that he was Heero's boyfriend on the second, but Heero always noticed any slight relapse in social matters. It was rare enough that Heero actually lost his temper with anyone. He usually held it all inside, seething quietly, almost visibly emitting steam and burning a hole in someone's face with his angry glare; but he never actually lost control like he had with Maxwell.
Heero wanted to know why the man made him feel like that, but he also wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. Heero didn't know why, he only knew that the man was Bad News. Heero resumed his pacing, wondering how far away he was from his apartment and if he would be able to
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"Uargh!"
Heero clapped a hand to his forehead for the second time in two days and, again, hoped that he hadn't done himself a serious injury.
"For the love of - what is it about you and doors?!"
It was that voice.
Heero removed his hand from his forehead and had a glare ready. He didn't answer.
"What's your excuse this time?" Maxwell asked with a grin. Heero steamed quietly. "Don’t tell me she’s after you again!” Maxwell continued. He tapped a cigarette out of a packet that he removed from his trouser pocket and stuck it between his lips. "Persistent minx, ain’t she?" Maxwell winked at him and started patting down his jacket, obviously looking for a lighter. Meanwhile, Heero resisted the urge to hurt him.
"Haven't got a lighter, have you, man?" Maxwell asked.
"No," Heero bit savagely, thinking ‘why does he infuriate me so much?’ Maxwell rose an eyebrow and smirked lightly.
"What crawled up your butt?" he laughed. He finally found his lighter, but before he could get the flame anywhere near his cigarette Heero smacked it out of his hand and grabbed the lapels of Maxwell's fine suit and slammed him up against the wall. Maxwell's head crashed against the wall again and he yelped in pain.
"What the HELL is wrong with you!?" he shouted. "What - do you enjoy pushing me up against walls?" Maxwell smirked then. Heero glared at his pretty violet irises and wondered over them again. "So? You just gonna stand there?" Heero stared for a moment longer and then let go of the man, but not before pushing him violently against the wall one last time. He turned his back on Maxwell and fumed, swiping a hand through his hair so hard he ripped a few strands out.
"Are you still pissed that I helped you out?" Maxwell asked. Heero turned sharply and glared at him. He was searching for his lighter on the floor - having already recovered his now slightly crumpled cigarette.
"I didn't ask for your help!" Heero shouted loudly. Maxwell looked up in surprise. The expression on his face told Heero that he hadn't expected Heero to answer with anything but a 'no'.
"It's nothing personal, man; I just thought you looked like you could do with a hand. Excuse me for having a heart." He shrugged again and finally located his lighter halfway down the corridor. Heero found the real source of his anger:
"You kissed me!" he blurted as Maxwell picked up his lighter. He looked over his shoulder at Heero and laughed.
"Oh, that? Yeah, sorry about that. You know, nice looking guy has me up against a wall ..." he trailed off and shrugged, yet again. It seemed to be a nervous habit.
"But you kissed me!" Heero pointed a finger behind him, as if indicating towards the past. Maxwell gave him a confused look.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I, like, messed up your sexual orientation or anything," he said. Heero opened his mouth to rave at him, seeing as that wasn't an issue at all. Heero couldn't have given a rat's ass what his 'orientation' was, because he didn't intend on having any encounters. As far as he was concerned, the best way to live was very much alone with as little human contact as possible.
"It wasn't like I used /tongue/ or anything." Heero gave Maxwell a revolted face, as if to suggest that /tongue/ was not something he ever wanted to think about. It wasn't that he hadn't ever done that sort of thing; it was that the idea did not appeal to him at all. Heero had decided long ago that he was very much asexual.
"Jesus, why were you even on that date, dude?" Maxwell laughed. "I bet you couldn't have even gotten her shirt off without wetting yourself."
Heero charged at him. He jacked him up against the wall again, actually snarling in his face this time, and shook him slightly.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled. He didn't know why he was so angry. Usually a blow below the belt about Heero's non-existent sex life would be easy to shrug off.
"Make me," Maxwell managed to get out, smirking. Heero was pressing up against the wall so hard the other man was finding it hard to breathe.
"You little - who the hell do you - I can't believe -" Heero spluttered, overcome with the amount of 'how dare you's and 'who do you think you are's that he wanted to shout at the man that he couldn't get them all out, not all at once anyway. He resorted to snarling again.
"You've got some serious mental issues. You should get them sorted." Maxwell wormed a hand in between them and pressed it into Heero shoulder. He tried to push Heero off of him with the heel of his hand. Heero's body was forced to arch back slightly but he retaliated by squashing the slightly taller man between himself and the wall. He wasn't sure what to do next - punch or splutter some more. Before he could do either, Maxwell glanced briefly into Heero's eyes, then down at his lips, and then kissed him. Again.
Heero froze for a second, lips tight against the onslaught, but was then horrified to feel himself relaxing slightly. He tried to get his body away from Maxwell's, but an entirely unwelcome voice in his head reminded him that, actually, he quite liked how the kiss felt. He felt
Maxwell's lips open and his tongue press against Heero's mouth, which opened slightly and allowed him access. Before Heero knew what was really going on, he was sharing an intimate kiss for the first time in two years with another man.
Heero leant closer to the other body, fingers relaxing slightly around the fistfuls of Maxwell's suit that they were holding. He realised that, not only was he allowing Maxwell to kiss him, but he was also kissing back with vigor. He didn't want it to end, at all - he wanted to keep kissing Maxwell until his tongue went numb. He didn't really have much time for that though, because just as Heero's left hand released Maxwell's suit jacket completely to move somewhere else- possibly his shoulder, maybe his face, Heero didn't really know - Maxwell gripped Heero's shoulder with the hand that had wormed its way up between their bodies and slammed his knee up into Heero's groin.
Heero half yelped, half gasped painfully, and practically slid away from Maxwell as he removed himself from between Heero's body and the wall. Heero's hand went down to clutch his injury, as he leant against the wall, slightly stooped, and tried to process coherent thought. His brain seemed to have exploded due to the swift change from pleasure to immense, agonising pain.
"Maybe you won't go slamming me up against walls next time," Maxwell laughed from behind him. He came into his line of sight again and patted Heero on the shoulder.
"You -" Heero growled, still waiting for the pain to subside.
"I know, low blow - right?" Maxwell cocked his head to the side, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on his hip. "Don't mess with me, man. I'm not your average busboy." He winked at Heero, reached out a hand and fluffed Heero's hair and then turned and walked serenely down the corridor and away from Heero, who attempted to shuffle after him, but decided that he'd rather wait until certain necessary bodily parts had retracted slightly.
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By the time Heero had managed to hobble back to the party, the dance floor had thinned considerably. Only a smattering of people were still dancing, now to a selection of terrible disco hits. He’d attempted to actually leave only to realise halfway down the corridor, that he didn't have the keys to Trowa's car, and therefore could not escape any way other than on foot. Heero cast a venomous look towards the DJ before seeking out Quatre's blond head amongst the seated partiers, and then attempted to walk casually towards the table he was sat at without giving away the fact that he was still in a marked amount of pain.
"Heero!" Quatre shouted, waving him over, his cheeks rosy due to the glass of red wine that he was holding, which was probably on it's fifth refill. Heero sat down next to Quatre in the available seat and set about making sure that everyone present knew that he was in a Do Not Disturb mood. But then Milliardo waltzed over, slightly tipsily, with a giggling blonde girl attached to his arm, who seemed to be beside herself simply because /Milliardo Peacecraft/ had chosen her for the night.
"Hello, gentlemen," Milliardo crooned, leaning one elbow on Trowa's shoulder and smirking at them all. Quatre was so pleased to see him that he sloshed wine down his front. "Holding the bar up, Quat?" Milliardo laughed at his own joke along with the girl. Heero glared at her. She looked like a Tiffany. Heero hated Tiffany's. But then, at that moment, Heero hated everyone. "I heard you ditched my sister again, Heero," Milliardo said, looking at Heero with a smirk. Heero blinked for a second and then looked at Quatre.
"You never told me-" he started, but Quatre was too busy sucking a very surprised Trowa's face off to listen. "I didn't know she was your sister," he finished, turning back to Milliardo, who shrugged and flicked a long blond strand of hair out of his eyes, making the girl wrapped around him swoon.
"Little overbearing, correct?" Milliardo asked. Before Heero got the chance to answer Quatre had un-stuck himself from Trowa's mouth and decided to throw in his two cents worth.
"Heero ran away from her!" he laughed heartily, looking like he wasn't about to stop for a long time, but he tried to talk through it anyway. "I saw - I saw-! Running! From a girl! Scared of - of - of a girl!" Quatre threw his head back and laughed so loud people from neighbouring tables turned to look at him.
Heero jumped up, causing his chair to skitter away from him and topple over backwards. He realised that his hands were balled into fists and, to save from punching Quatre - who was causing Heero's tightly strung nerves to twang alarmingly.
“Keys! Now!” Heero shouted at Trowa, who only had to glance at Heero face to know better than to refuse him. He fished the keys out of his pocket and gave them to Heero, who ripped them out of Trowa’s hand. He then did a quick about-face and walked away from the table, heading for the door again and intending to walk home just to get away from the disastrous party.
"Heero!" he heard someone call from behind him, but he was too angry to answer.
He slammed the door open and made it jump on its hinges. It almost flew back at him and hit him in the face - again - but he caught it just in time. He stalked down the corridor, aware that he was stamping, but not really caring. He was practically grinding his teeth because he was so angry, and to makes things even worse he couldn't remember the way out of the damn hotel. He turned a corner and was met with another endless corridor, so he turned into the opposite corridor and found exactly the same thing.
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, aiming a kick at the skirting board and thumping his big toe painfully. He pretended that it didn't hurt and stomped off down the first corridor first, hoping that someone would give him a reason to hurt them.
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It turned out that no one did get in Heero's way in his rampage for an exit. The look on his face was probably enough to make anyone jump out of his way. When Heero finally located an exit he ran at it, startling a small group of demure old ladies, who shook their heads at him and muttered about him under their breaths. Heero fought the urge to give them the finger, and just left the cursed hotel instead. He was a little less angry now, but still ready to punch the first person who annoyed him. Heero may have had bad conversation techniques, but he knew how to shut people up well enough. He was contemplating the ways in which to cause physical damage to a faceless porter that his imagination had conjured up when he stumbled and almost fell over someone’s outstretched leg.
Heero knew whose leg it was the second he righted himself.
"We meet again," said Maxwell, leaning back against the wall and sucking on his cigarette. Heero growled.
"Stay away from me," he said, and turned away from him.
"Little 'sore' are we?" Maxwell asked, laughing. Heero walked quickly away from the man and wished that he had thought to wrestle Trowa's car keys off of his body. Ignoring Maxwell wasn't going to be very easy especially since he was following him.
"Piss off," Heero threw over his shoulder. It was a lousy attempt, but he couldn't think of anything better. Intelligent insults were not Heero's forte.
"Ooh, touchy." Maxwell jogged to catch up with Heero, and then slowly to walk beside him. He threw his half finished cigarette into the gutter and gave Heero another would-be-winning grin. Would-be because Heero wasn't exactly his friend right then.
"Why are you following me?" Heero ground out, scanning the cars for Trowa's. Maxwell shrugged.
"You intrigue me," Maxwell said, matching pace with Heero, who sped up instantly.
"And why is that?" Heero decided to humour him, at least until he found the car. Maxwell shrugged and turned around so that he was walking backwards next to Heero.
"You're weird," Maxwell explained. "You ran away from that chick, you got angry when I helped you, you got angry when I /accidentally/ hit you with the door - which, by the way, was not my fault, you were pissed that I kissed you the other night but then go full throttle when I kiss you again and now you're angry /again/ about god only knows what." Maxwell ticked off the points on his fingers and then turned back around to walk normally. "All in all, I'd say you're one hell of a messed up guy. Anger issues and all that."
"I have not got-" Heero started, ready to lash out, but Maxwell interrupted him.
"Ah-ah-ah~, you'll only be proving me right." He smirked at Heero and then stopped. "This is your ride, right?" he asked. Heero glanced at the black car and recognised the number plate.
"How do you know?" he asked Maxwell suspiciously, who just chuckled.
"No need to be paranoid, I just saw you arrive is all."
"You were watching me?!" Maxwell laughed properly at this.
"Easy tiger," he said, slapping a hand down onto Heero’s shoulder as he went to move past him. He paused as he drew close to Heero and looked him in the eye. Heero felt uncomfortable under the close scrutiny and shrugged his shoulder a little, trying to dislodge Maxwell's hand, but Maxwell had already started leaning in and before Heero knew it he was being kissed again.
Maxwell pressed closer to Heero and slipped the hand on his shoulder around to the back of his neck. Heero's brain went on standby for a moment and let his body think for itself, and it decided that it wanted to slip its arm around Maxwell's waist and move him back against the car so that Maxwell was pressed up against the driver's side. They both fought for dominance in the kiss, but Heero didn't really care who won, only that he was actually getting to do it again. As soon as he realised just how much he was enjoying it, and just how much more he could enjoy it his brain plugged itself back in and put the breaks on. Heero broke the kiss instantly, leaving Maxwell with a slightly shell-shocked expression on his face. Heero stared at him for a moment or two, still pressed tightly up against him. He felt Maxwell shift slightly and moved away instantly, his back hitting up against the car parked next to Trowa's one. Maxwell cleared his throat and attempted a self confident smirk, which faltered slightly. He edged out of the cramped space between the two cars and walked away, leaving Heero wondering when he would be able to do that again.