genre: AU, ordinary life, stuff like so
pairings: 3x4 established, working on that 1x2
warnings: none so far.. 'cept i wrote in first person POV
disclaimer: i don't have any rights to gw except my first amendment fair
+ Part 1
I am an appreciator of fine
women and fine wines. I love them mellow and dark, beautiful and sultry,
golden and sparkling. In laymen's terms, I am a player. The word itself
comes with a whole slew of connotations, mostly negative, but I cannot
deny what I am. I am quite famous for sleeping around among my friends,
flitting from one lady to another without nary a thought to calling them
afterwards. Of course, I'm that way with my wines as well, tasting and
enjoying but never finishing the bottle.
My best friend Quatre commented to me on one particular day that perhaps
I'm looking for something in my endeavors. He hinted quite unsubtly that
I must be looking for that someone who would fulfill my life in every
way. I told him that he was being delusional and that I had no plans whatsoever
to settle down with one person for the rest of my natural life.
I realize Quatre means well, he always has, but he seems rather fixated
on me getting myself into a 'real' relationship with someone. I think
it has something to do with his unholy bliss with his current boyfriend
Trowa. Granted, Trowa is a great guy who treats my best friend like the
most special guy on earth, which he is by the way, and I've never seen
Quatre happier. Things like that work for some people. I'm just not one
I know my friends fret and worry because they love me. They worry that
I drink a little too much when we go out and start flirting with girls.
They fret when I disappear from the bar because they know I've gone home
with someone I had just met. But they need not worry for I am an adult,
way beyond the age where I have to explain to my friends that I'm going
home with someone. They worry, they fret, but in the end, there is no
censure and for that, I'm eternally grateful to them.
I'm not unhappy nor am I in the throes of ecstasy. Yet, I like the way
I live, the way I interact with people. There are those who call me unpleasant
names, mostly girls who I forget to call after a night of naked hormonal
release, but overall, I'm well liked and I'm friendly. I work hard at
my job, excel quite well within my department, have a lively social life
and friends who would lay down their bare bodies in front of a moving
truck if I asked it of them. There isn't much more in life that I really
That was the truth for a long time and it still should be, but I surprise
myself sometimes. Incredibly, as I was driving down a highway on my way
to shop for some much wanted computer parts with Quatre, I blurted out
something that I still can't figure out.
I told Quatre in a mild tone that I wanted to be special.
He puzzled over that for a moment, his aqua eyes looking over at my profile
with a speculative gleam. He asked me if that meant I wanted to find someone
with whom I wanted a relationship. There was a silly amount of hope in
his voice so I merely shrugged and let it drop. Thankfully, he did not
question me further and we went on our shopping spree without any more
words on that weird topic.
Later though, when I was by myself and could think on it without being
discovered, I realized that what I said had not been wrong or odd at all.
Without realizing, I had wanted something more than what I had now. I
can get any girl at any time and that is the truth without conceit. My
body is what girls term as 'incredibly hot' and my violet eyes seem to
draw them in like flies. They love my long hair, cooing over it and stroking
it, amazed by the fact that it's longer than theirs by far. I have received
compliments about my hair from girls that ranged from flattering to downright
embarrassing, but the universal truth of the matter was that they loved
My looks never fail to attract the girls on the first glance, but it is
my wonderfully flirty personality that keeps them hooked long after I've
forgotten their names. I'm easy to talk to, my personality is just outrageous
enough to intrigue rather than scare, I can talk about most anything since
my brain runs at a phenomenal pace and I'm generally nice. It's no wonder
than women are so damned easy for me and I can have my pick of them even
if I leave them as soon as I'm done screwing them through the mattress.
So isn't it a surprise that a boy like me wants to be special?
Now, what do I mean by that? Well, I guess I want to be someone's number
one. Not just an attractive guy you can fuck, not just a guy you can talk
to, but a special someone who makes your heart do the Irish jig on double
time. I don't mean the way your heart flutters when you see someone really
hot or when a girl you had a crush on for years starts talking to you.
No, what I mean is the kind that happens each and every time you see that
person, without fail, for a long time. Maybe even forever.
More than that, I want someone to be special to me. I want someone I can
look at in the morning and smile gently. I want to appreciate their strengths
and help them through their weaknesses.
I want the whole package that Quatre keeps talking about. I want the thing
that he has with Trowa, perhaps without all the sweetness, but still,
I want something like that.
I want to be special.
What that is exactly, I still don't know, but I do have a general idea
To whom, I just don't know yet.
So it is with this in mind that I, Duo Maxwell the self proclaimed player,
will go forth in search to be special.
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