Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ voodoo kiss ❯ voodoo kiss 5/? ( Chapter 5 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Updated On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 270 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Updated On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 270 | Status: Work In Progress
title:: voodoo kiss 5/?
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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After a whole hour trapped inside his own matchbox sized kitchen, pacing backwards and forwards, gnawing his nails to shreds and experiencing a strange mixture of lightheadedness and fatigue (as it seemed that Heero also suffered from a slight case of hypochondria), Heero's weak bladder finally got the better of him.
Cursing his need to pee, Heero decided that the best plan of action would be to simply pretend that nothing had happened, as was his usual plan, and that he had simply been inside the kitchen so long because he preferred the atmosphere there to that of the living room. Or something like that. He fine details of his plan were not really mapped out very well, since he had formulated it while hopping from one foot to the other and desperately willing himself not to wet himself. When it finally got too painful Heero shoddily threw together an explanation he could use on Trowa and shot out of the kitchen so fast he actually saw Trowa do a double-take, as if he wasn't too sure he had seen Heero thundering out of the kitchen.
Heero reached the bathroom just in time and, without even closing the door, relieved himself. He was experiencing something close to intense pleasure as his bladder shrank to its normal size when he heard Trowa clear his throat. Heero jumped slightly, causing him to splash urine over the toilet and onto the floor.
"I'm peeing!" was Heero's only thought, which he expressed in a high pitched voice.
"I can see that," Trowa replied with a humourous note to his voice. Trowa then fell silent and Heero was forced to finish peeing with a somewhat tense feeling in the air. Had he not needed to pee so badly he probably wouldn't have been able to, but when he had zipped himself back up and had washed his hands, Heero reluctantly turned to face Trowa, who immediately raised one eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Would you like to explain?" Trowa asked, as if he was a teacher and Heero was his disobedient student. Heero simply sighed and indicated that they should go back to the living room. He briefly considered fleeing through the front door, but quickly decided that he had displayed enough cowardice for one day. So, instead of being even more of a wimp, he sat down on the sofa next to Trowa and wrung his hands slightly.
"Who did you kiss?" Trowa probed eventually, when it became apparent that Heero wasn’t about to break the silence.
Heero groaned and let his head fall into his open hands. He closed his eyes and saw Duo's face flash against his dark lids.
"Duo Maxwell," Heero answered, sighing immediately afterwards.
"Maxwell ... The one with long hair, at Milliardo's party?" Heero nodded. "Well, at least he's good looking! But Heero, honestly, one kiss isn't any reason to hole yourself up in your own kitchen." Heero coloured slightly as Trowa said this, making him pause slightly and then smile knowingly.
"How many times?" Trowa asked. He knew Heero to well to mistake the blush as anything other than general embarrassment.
"Three," Heero mumbled. He couldn't hide anything from Trowa, it was impossible. He wanted to reveal everything to the man, so he did. He told him about the night he had met Duo, about the surprise kiss, then about the meeting at Milliardo's party and how Duo had rescued him from the crazed Relena, then how he had kissed and then injured Heero in the hall and finally about the kiss in the parking lot. All the while Trowa's knowing smile was slowly widening to an all out grin, which was very unusual. It almost made Heero give up halfway through, but Trowa urged him to continue. Afterwards Heero sat in silence, feeling slightly better for revealing all, but also slightly dirty, for some reason.
"What - what do you think?" Heero asked. He didn't even pretend to hide his emotional turmoil from Trowa.
"Heero," Trowa said soothingly and then laughed. Heero bristled and frowned.
"Why are you laughing? Stop laughing at me!" he half shouted. Trowa shook his head.
"I'm not laughing at you Heero. Well, I suppose I am. I'm just laughing because you're so naive sometimes." Heero's frown deepened. "Oh, lighten up. You're going to be fine."
"Fine? How?" Heero's voice sounded incredulous. He couldn't see how Trowa thought this, since to Heero it was the stickiest mess he had ever managed to get himself into.
"You just kissed a guy a few times, Heero. It's not the end of the world. Don't worry, you haven't been infected by the gay gene." Trowa laughed again and leant back against the couch, confident that he had solved all of Heero's problems. Meanwhile, Heero squirmed internally as he thought about the recurring fantasy that he had been using at night. And maybe once in the shower. Maybe twice. Heero bit his lip and cast his eyes downward, feeling dirty again.
"Yeah, but ..." Heero began, blushing again. "It's not just that ..." He trailed off and glanced up at Trowa, who smirked slightly.
"Really?" Trowa asked, almost unbelievingly. "What else?"
Heero gulped, thought about Duo up against the car again, felt his stomach clench slightly and took a deep breath.
"I've been ... thinking about him ... like ... /that/," Heero said. His cheeks were now crimson. Trowa tried to hide his grin, but failed miserably.
"Tell me," he said. Heero gave Trowa a disgusted face.
"No! That's - that's private!" Trowa laughed again and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder.
"Heero, do you like the guy?" he asked.
"I don't really know ... I don't know him," Heero answered, slightly puzzled by the question.
"No, I mean, do you want to see him again?" Heero paused and thought for a moment before nodding. "Then you like him. Now, do you want him?" Heero didn't have to pause for that question. "Okay then, what are you waiting for?"
"Huh?" Heero stared at Trowa, blinked and then said, "I'm not waiting for anything!" Trowa rolled his eyes and shook his head, again.
"I /mean/ what's stopping you? Go find the guy and tell him you like him. Invite him out for drinks or something. Get to know him. You obviously like him, and he obviously likes you otherwise he wouldn't have kissed you three times." Heero quailed at this idea. Trowa shook the hair from in front of his face so that he could look at Heero with both of his eyes.
"Heero, do you want to keep feeling like this?" he asked tenderly.
"No ... It doesn't feel right," Heero said quietly.
"Then you have to do something about it, even if all you do is find out his phone number and call him." Trowa squeezed his shoulder and smiled at him. Heero nodded slowly. "Okay," Trowa said firmly. "Well, Quatre was expecting me back an hour ago. I wouldn't be surprised if he's called the police and reported me as missing." Heero wouldn't put it past him, so he thanked Trowa for his help and hugged him before walking him the short distance to his front door and saying goodbye.
"Let me know how it goes," he said before he left.
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That night Heero allowed himself to think about what Trowa had said to him while eating his dinner. He ate slowly, giving himself a lot of time to think. He didn't know what he wanted to do though, because half of his mind was all for the idea of getting to know better, whereas the other half wanted to shrink away from the possibility of social interaction and was ready to order Heero to lock himself in the kitchen again. He knew that it would be easier to simply ignore all thoughts and feelings, but he didn't want to have to. For once in his life Heero actually wanted to talk to another human being, and the need to see Duo again was so strong that he abandoned his dinner and rushed towards his bookshelves in the living room. He reached for the phonebook and speedily rifled through the pages until he reached 'M' and quickly scanned the names until he found what he was looking for. Except, to Heero's complete dismay, there were four D. Maxwell's. Heero hadn't even thought about this possibility. In his mind there was only one D. Maxwell.
Heero wavered for a few minutes, chewing his already decimated thumbnail and considering giving up on the idea. But, eventually, he steeled himself, grabbed the phone and was about the dial the first number when the phone rang in his hand. Heero dropped it because he was so shocked (he couldn't remember the last time someone had called him) and scrambled to get it off the floor. He pressed 'answer', realised that he had the handset upside down and hurriedly righted it.
"Hello?" he asked, in the most confident voice he could manage.
"Hi, this is Duo Maxwell, I'm not sure if I have the right number, but I'm looking for-"
"MAXWELL?!" Heero shouted, standing up and forgetting about the heavy book in his lap. It landed on his bare foot. "Shit!" Heero shouted just as loud and sat back down again to grab his injured foot. "Why are you calling me?" Heero realised that he didn't really have a right to ask, since he had been about to do the same thing.
"To talk, that's usually what phones are used for," Duo answered patronizingly. Heero pursed his lips and felt his annoyance awaken.
"I know that," he said uselessly. "I'm not /completely/ stupid." Heero berated himself internally as soon as he'd spoken, since he had managed to insult himself and make himself look completely stupid all in one go. Duo laughed at him, making Heero anger a little bit more.
"Yeah, anyway, was just wondering if you wanted to do something this weekend," Duo said offhandedly. Duo managed to make himself sound so bored that Heero imagined he was doing something else at the same time, like reading a book or checking his email. He was so busy imagining Duo that it took a few moments for the question to sink in.
"You want to do something this weekend?" he asked stupidly.
"Yup," Duo's voice was smirking.
"Like, meet?" Heero felt the heat rising in his body.
"Amongst other things." Heero didn't know if the note of promise was in Duo's voice already or if Heero put it there because he wanted it to be true.
"I don't-" Heero started.
"It's cool if you don't want to." Heero heard the distinct sound of Duo smoking - he heard his breath against the receiver as the long haired man blew the smoke out of his mouth. Heero saw Duo's mouth in his mind. He saw his lips fix around the thin cigarette and suck harshly as he fulfilled his habit. The pit of Heero's belly suddenly felt like it was on fire.
"I want to," Heero said. He hadn't meant it to sound so dirty, he really hadn't. He could almost see the smirk that Duo was wearing because of it.
"Great. I'm at 8 New Edward Street, apartment 7, you got that?" Duo asked. Heero quickly stored the information and stammered a yes. "Good. Pick me up at 8."
And then he hung up. Heero held the receiver for a moment, listening to the dial tone, wondering what had actually just happened. He placed the handset back on its base and blinked.
He had a date. With a man.
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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After a whole hour trapped inside his own matchbox sized kitchen, pacing backwards and forwards, gnawing his nails to shreds and experiencing a strange mixture of lightheadedness and fatigue (as it seemed that Heero also suffered from a slight case of hypochondria), Heero's weak bladder finally got the better of him.
Cursing his need to pee, Heero decided that the best plan of action would be to simply pretend that nothing had happened, as was his usual plan, and that he had simply been inside the kitchen so long because he preferred the atmosphere there to that of the living room. Or something like that. He fine details of his plan were not really mapped out very well, since he had formulated it while hopping from one foot to the other and desperately willing himself not to wet himself. When it finally got too painful Heero shoddily threw together an explanation he could use on Trowa and shot out of the kitchen so fast he actually saw Trowa do a double-take, as if he wasn't too sure he had seen Heero thundering out of the kitchen.
Heero reached the bathroom just in time and, without even closing the door, relieved himself. He was experiencing something close to intense pleasure as his bladder shrank to its normal size when he heard Trowa clear his throat. Heero jumped slightly, causing him to splash urine over the toilet and onto the floor.
"I'm peeing!" was Heero's only thought, which he expressed in a high pitched voice.
"I can see that," Trowa replied with a humourous note to his voice. Trowa then fell silent and Heero was forced to finish peeing with a somewhat tense feeling in the air. Had he not needed to pee so badly he probably wouldn't have been able to, but when he had zipped himself back up and had washed his hands, Heero reluctantly turned to face Trowa, who immediately raised one eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Would you like to explain?" Trowa asked, as if he was a teacher and Heero was his disobedient student. Heero simply sighed and indicated that they should go back to the living room. He briefly considered fleeing through the front door, but quickly decided that he had displayed enough cowardice for one day. So, instead of being even more of a wimp, he sat down on the sofa next to Trowa and wrung his hands slightly.
"Who did you kiss?" Trowa probed eventually, when it became apparent that Heero wasn’t about to break the silence.
Heero groaned and let his head fall into his open hands. He closed his eyes and saw Duo's face flash against his dark lids.
"Duo Maxwell," Heero answered, sighing immediately afterwards.
"Maxwell ... The one with long hair, at Milliardo's party?" Heero nodded. "Well, at least he's good looking! But Heero, honestly, one kiss isn't any reason to hole yourself up in your own kitchen." Heero coloured slightly as Trowa said this, making him pause slightly and then smile knowingly.
"How many times?" Trowa asked. He knew Heero to well to mistake the blush as anything other than general embarrassment.
"Three," Heero mumbled. He couldn't hide anything from Trowa, it was impossible. He wanted to reveal everything to the man, so he did. He told him about the night he had met Duo, about the surprise kiss, then about the meeting at Milliardo's party and how Duo had rescued him from the crazed Relena, then how he had kissed and then injured Heero in the hall and finally about the kiss in the parking lot. All the while Trowa's knowing smile was slowly widening to an all out grin, which was very unusual. It almost made Heero give up halfway through, but Trowa urged him to continue. Afterwards Heero sat in silence, feeling slightly better for revealing all, but also slightly dirty, for some reason.
"What - what do you think?" Heero asked. He didn't even pretend to hide his emotional turmoil from Trowa.
"Heero," Trowa said soothingly and then laughed. Heero bristled and frowned.
"Why are you laughing? Stop laughing at me!" he half shouted. Trowa shook his head.
"I'm not laughing at you Heero. Well, I suppose I am. I'm just laughing because you're so naive sometimes." Heero's frown deepened. "Oh, lighten up. You're going to be fine."
"Fine? How?" Heero's voice sounded incredulous. He couldn't see how Trowa thought this, since to Heero it was the stickiest mess he had ever managed to get himself into.
"You just kissed a guy a few times, Heero. It's not the end of the world. Don't worry, you haven't been infected by the gay gene." Trowa laughed again and leant back against the couch, confident that he had solved all of Heero's problems. Meanwhile, Heero squirmed internally as he thought about the recurring fantasy that he had been using at night. And maybe once in the shower. Maybe twice. Heero bit his lip and cast his eyes downward, feeling dirty again.
"Yeah, but ..." Heero began, blushing again. "It's not just that ..." He trailed off and glanced up at Trowa, who smirked slightly.
"Really?" Trowa asked, almost unbelievingly. "What else?"
Heero gulped, thought about Duo up against the car again, felt his stomach clench slightly and took a deep breath.
"I've been ... thinking about him ... like ... /that/," Heero said. His cheeks were now crimson. Trowa tried to hide his grin, but failed miserably.
"Tell me," he said. Heero gave Trowa a disgusted face.
"No! That's - that's private!" Trowa laughed again and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder.
"Heero, do you like the guy?" he asked.
"I don't really know ... I don't know him," Heero answered, slightly puzzled by the question.
"No, I mean, do you want to see him again?" Heero paused and thought for a moment before nodding. "Then you like him. Now, do you want him?" Heero didn't have to pause for that question. "Okay then, what are you waiting for?"
"Huh?" Heero stared at Trowa, blinked and then said, "I'm not waiting for anything!" Trowa rolled his eyes and shook his head, again.
"I /mean/ what's stopping you? Go find the guy and tell him you like him. Invite him out for drinks or something. Get to know him. You obviously like him, and he obviously likes you otherwise he wouldn't have kissed you three times." Heero quailed at this idea. Trowa shook the hair from in front of his face so that he could look at Heero with both of his eyes.
"Heero, do you want to keep feeling like this?" he asked tenderly.
"No ... It doesn't feel right," Heero said quietly.
"Then you have to do something about it, even if all you do is find out his phone number and call him." Trowa squeezed his shoulder and smiled at him. Heero nodded slowly. "Okay," Trowa said firmly. "Well, Quatre was expecting me back an hour ago. I wouldn't be surprised if he's called the police and reported me as missing." Heero wouldn't put it past him, so he thanked Trowa for his help and hugged him before walking him the short distance to his front door and saying goodbye.
"Let me know how it goes," he said before he left.
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That night Heero allowed himself to think about what Trowa had said to him while eating his dinner. He ate slowly, giving himself a lot of time to think. He didn't know what he wanted to do though, because half of his mind was all for the idea of getting to know better, whereas the other half wanted to shrink away from the possibility of social interaction and was ready to order Heero to lock himself in the kitchen again. He knew that it would be easier to simply ignore all thoughts and feelings, but he didn't want to have to. For once in his life Heero actually wanted to talk to another human being, and the need to see Duo again was so strong that he abandoned his dinner and rushed towards his bookshelves in the living room. He reached for the phonebook and speedily rifled through the pages until he reached 'M' and quickly scanned the names until he found what he was looking for. Except, to Heero's complete dismay, there were four D. Maxwell's. Heero hadn't even thought about this possibility. In his mind there was only one D. Maxwell.
Heero wavered for a few minutes, chewing his already decimated thumbnail and considering giving up on the idea. But, eventually, he steeled himself, grabbed the phone and was about the dial the first number when the phone rang in his hand. Heero dropped it because he was so shocked (he couldn't remember the last time someone had called him) and scrambled to get it off the floor. He pressed 'answer', realised that he had the handset upside down and hurriedly righted it.
"Hello?" he asked, in the most confident voice he could manage.
"Hi, this is Duo Maxwell, I'm not sure if I have the right number, but I'm looking for-"
"MAXWELL?!" Heero shouted, standing up and forgetting about the heavy book in his lap. It landed on his bare foot. "Shit!" Heero shouted just as loud and sat back down again to grab his injured foot. "Why are you calling me?" Heero realised that he didn't really have a right to ask, since he had been about to do the same thing.
"To talk, that's usually what phones are used for," Duo answered patronizingly. Heero pursed his lips and felt his annoyance awaken.
"I know that," he said uselessly. "I'm not /completely/ stupid." Heero berated himself internally as soon as he'd spoken, since he had managed to insult himself and make himself look completely stupid all in one go. Duo laughed at him, making Heero anger a little bit more.
"Yeah, anyway, was just wondering if you wanted to do something this weekend," Duo said offhandedly. Duo managed to make himself sound so bored that Heero imagined he was doing something else at the same time, like reading a book or checking his email. He was so busy imagining Duo that it took a few moments for the question to sink in.
"You want to do something this weekend?" he asked stupidly.
"Yup," Duo's voice was smirking.
"Like, meet?" Heero felt the heat rising in his body.
"Amongst other things." Heero didn't know if the note of promise was in Duo's voice already or if Heero put it there because he wanted it to be true.
"I don't-" Heero started.
"It's cool if you don't want to." Heero heard the distinct sound of Duo smoking - he heard his breath against the receiver as the long haired man blew the smoke out of his mouth. Heero saw Duo's mouth in his mind. He saw his lips fix around the thin cigarette and suck harshly as he fulfilled his habit. The pit of Heero's belly suddenly felt like it was on fire.
"I want to," Heero said. He hadn't meant it to sound so dirty, he really hadn't. He could almost see the smirk that Duo was wearing because of it.
"Great. I'm at 8 New Edward Street, apartment 7, you got that?" Duo asked. Heero quickly stored the information and stammered a yes. "Good. Pick me up at 8."
And then he hung up. Heero held the receiver for a moment, listening to the dial tone, wondering what had actually just happened. He placed the handset back on its base and blinked.
He had a date. With a man.