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Medallion: Part the Fifth
The walk helped Duo calm down.
He no longer wanted to rush over to Relena's castle and strangle her.
Well, he did, but walking in the crisp autumn evening air with Heero at
his side - despite the clothing faux pas - put him in a much better mood.
He could wait to strangle Relena at a later date.
They found a high-end consignment shop two blocks over and one down from
the hotel. Heero had protested the need for his own clothes, but Duo insisted.
Heero would be much less of a distraction if he were dressed - or so he
thought until Mr. Sex on Legs stepped out of the fitting room in a pair
of black jeans and a tight blue turtleneck. Duo had to lean heavily on
a rack of clothing as Heero turned in a circle to model his new duds.
The rack fell over, taking Duo with it. After extracting himself from
the pile of designer hand-me-downs, Duo and Heero quickly paid for the
rest of the clothing and a pair of ugly-but-serviceable tennis shoes they
had picked out and beat a hasty retreat with the manager frowning daggers
at their backs.
Heero seemed interested in the world around him. Duo had almost expected
him to jump away from the traffic, screaming about magical horseless carriages
barreling down the street. Heero rolled his eyes when Duo told him this.
"Just because I've been locked in a silver medallion for a couple of millennia
doesn't mean I'm a complete ignorant," he'd said.
"Well, n-no," Duo stammered. "I just didn't think that you'd ... get out
Heero turned his head, his expression haunted. "Not much, but I did get
out. Several of my mistresses liked the idea of sex in public."
Duo found his eyes wandering down to stare at Heero's ass. He wouldn't
mind a little public sex at the moment...
No! His eyes snapped back up. He was not going to think of Heero that
way. He'd been thinking about what a hellish existence Heero must lead.
Demanded to perform on command. Trapped even when he was released. A slave
for thousands of years, unable to have his own experiences, his own life...
As gorgeous and desirable as Heero was, Duo was not going to take advantage
of his situation. Morally, it really was the wrong thing to do.
Now if only he could convince Heero of that.
As they walked, Duo took note of restaurants and other places of interest
they might visit during Heero's month-long stay. Zechs had generously
given him a credit card and instructed him to use it. As much as he didn't
like taking advantage of his friend's wealth, Duo knew he couldn't afford
to keep Heero entertained for a month. And he figured Zechs did owe him
for all those times he'd been subjected to the man's sister. A month's
vacation was the perfect compensation.
As they walked, Duo asked Heero questions about his life before the curse.
Heero had been born of a wealthy shipwright and a freed slave girl from
somewhere in the Far East. He couldn't say for sure which country his
mother had been from, as over the centuries countries had risen and fallen
and borders changed. She had died when he was very young, however, and
Heero had quickly taken up his father's trade. Duo didn't ask about the
curse, even though he was dying of curiosity to find out more. Surely
there was an "out" clause. Ancient, cursed objects always had some kind
of riddle to be solved or conditions to be met. But surely, if there were,
Heero would have mentioned it, maybe even asked Duo to help him break
He was desperately trying to find a polite way to ask how if breaking
the curse involved deflowering virgins or animal sacrifice - or vice versa
- when Heero asked him about his own life.
Duo shrugged. "Not quite as exciting as your history," he chuckled, then
stopped as Heero scowled at him. "Sorry. Anyway, there's not much to tell.
My parents died when I was seven. I was sent to a home for kids in a Catholic
parish before being shuffled from foster home to foster home. I knew the
only way out would be through school, so I studied hard, which is tough
when you're constantly moving and switching schools. I earned a scholarship
to a good university. Met Zechs, who helped me discover who I really was
inside. Graduated, got a job. End of story."
Heero was quiet for a long time after Duo had finished relating the Cliff's
Notes version of his life. Duo was beginning to feel squirmy, not liking
the silence, when Heero asked softly, "Are you still in love with Zechs?"
Duo stopped. Duo thought about it. Duo tried to hold in the choking laughter.
"In love... with Zechs... hahaha..."
Heero looked confused which only made Duo laugh even harder. Air was becoming
a precious commodity, so Duo grabbed onto a near by streetlight, bending
over double as he tried to catch his breath.
"I didn't realize I was so funny," said Heero, rolling his eyes at Duo's
"S-sorry!" Duo replied, trying to gulp in the sweet, precious night air.
"I-I just ... tried to imagine ... anyone in love with Zechs."
He drew in a deep breath before straightening. "Honestly, I thought I
might have been at the beginning, but Zechs isn't the kind of guy you
fall in love with. He's the kind of guy you have fun with, if you get
my drift, which you do, being an incubus and all..." He pushed off from
the lamp post and turned down the street, Heero beside him. "Zechs is
my best - my only - friend. I'd move heaven and earth for him, and he'd
do - and does - the same for me. But I'm not in love with him."
"You just talk about him with such great affection, I thought maybe the
reason you didn't want me was because of him," Heero replied.
Duo stopped again, turning to look at Heero. "Does it bother you that
I won't sleep with you?" he asked incredulously.
Duo wasn't sure but he thought he saw Heero blush slightly. "It's what
I am, what I was made for."
Duo shook his head. "No! It's what you were turned into, against your
will! These women who released you over the years, I bet none of them
gave a thought to your feelings or happiness, right?"
"See? I am not going to do that to you. It's not that I don't
want you, Heero, because oh my god, have you seen you? I'm just not going
to take advantage of a situation you have no control over."
Heero stepped closer, into Duo's personal space, and placed his hands
on Duo's arms, drawing the shorter man closer. "And what if I wanted you
to take advantage of it?" he breathed, leaning in so that Duo could feel
his breath against his cheek.
"Guh..." Duo immediately felt warm all over, feeling dizzy as all the
blood in his body seemed to rush to one point, making him glad he was
wearing his loose jeans. Damn, but he was tempted. So. Very. Tempted.
With Herculean effort, he pulled himself away.
Heero looked disappointed. Duo was again tempted to give in, if only to
get that look off Heero's face. But he was steadfast and determined to
let Heero have at least one month of freedom.
"Hey, Heero, I'm sorry but..."
"There is no need to apologize," Heero interrupted. "I must do with whatever
my mist... master wishes." He turned from Duo to resume his walk down
the street, shopping bag swinging almost dejectedly in his hand.
Duo sighed, feeling incredibly guilty. But Heero would get over it. He
just needed to get Heero's mind on fun things other than sex.
Although at that moment, Duo was hard pressed to think of anything more
fun than sex.
They walked in silence back to the hotel, Heero taking in the sights and
sounds around him, Duo trailing behind, trying not to stare at Heero's
ass. Nothing good could come of that.
They entered the hotel lobby and as they stood in front of the elevator,
a faint chemical odor floating down the corridor gave Duo an idea. He
pressed his key card into Heero's hand and told him to go on upstairs,
that he'd follow in just a moment. He waited until Heero stepped into
the elevator, one eyebrow raised at him, before he hurried to the front
A bored-looking clerk stood behind the desk, meticulously arranging a
row of pens on the counter behind the high, marble top.
Duo stood there for a minute, frowning as the guy ignored him. He cleared
his throat a couple of times before finally getting fed up and reaching
to ring the little bell.
The bored man looked up. "May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm staying in one of the tenth floor suites," Duo replied, hoping
to impress the man who exasperatingly didn't seem to care. "I was just
wondering... how late is the pool open?"
"The indoor swimming facility is closed to children at ten o'clock. The
lifeguard leaves at midnight, and the doors are locked at two."
Duo's eyes opened wide. "Wow. That's late. The pools at the Holiday Inn
close at ten."
The bored man pulled his head back in disgust. "May I remind you, sir,
that we are not the 'Holiday Inn,'" he said, as if the very name of that
place could give him cooties.
Duo felt himself blush. He was so out of place in Zechs' world. "T-thanks."
He left the desk and hurried to the gift shop. Or boutique. He'd passed
by it on their way out earlier that evening and had noticed the swim trunks
in the window, on sale now that autumn was well on its way. Even so, Duo
nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw the "sale" price. He could pay
bills for a month for what one pair of trunks cost.
Still, since he wasn't exactly paying for it... He picked out a pair of
dark blue for himself and black in a larger size for Heero, charged them
to Zechs' account and hurried back to the elevators.
He found Heero outside of their room, fighting with the card key and the
"I do not understand," Heero all but growled, as Duo took the key from
him, trying not to laugh. "I put it in, the light turns green, I try the
knob but it won't open."
"You have to pull the card out first," Duo explained, demonstrating the
technique. He pushed his way inside, Heero following.
"Is this what is meant by the 'high tech' age?" Heero asked. "You have
to work twice as hard to get something done?"
Duo laughed at that. "Technology is supposed to make things easier and
more convenient, but sometimes it just doesn't work that way." He held
out his package to Heero. "Here. Put that on."
Heero peered into the bag. "You have purchased me a black undergarment?"
The big lug. He looked so hopeful Duo hated to squash his dream. "No.
It's swim trunks. There's an indoor pool downstairs that's still open
for another couple of hours."
"Ah." Heero placed the bag on the sofa and pulled off his new shirt. Duo
beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom to put on his own pair of trunks.
He emerged moments later, wrapped in the fluffy robe. He stopped dead
in his tracks when he saw Heero. The trunks were slightly too small and
hugged Heero's ass like a second skin. Duo reached up to push his own
mouth closed before he could swallow any flies. He tossed the other robe
"I thought we were going swimming," Heero said as he pulled on the robe.
"It's only polite to be mostly dressed in the hallways," Duo explained,
not wanting to tell Heero the real reason - that he didn't want anyone
else looking at Heero except him. He swallowed the green-eyed monster
that had reared its ugly head inside him, grabbed the key card and pulled
Heero out of the room.
The elevator deposited them in the lobby and Duo followed the faint scent
of chlorine down the back hall and around the corner to a glass room.
A wave of moist heat rolled over them as they entered the pool room, and
Duo had to gasp in amazement.
The pool had steam drifting lazily toward the ceiling, indicating it was
heated. Duo loved heated pools. A small foot bridge crossed the middle
of the pool, separating the shallow from the deep end. At the far end,
a loud, rumbling waterfall tumbled down a fake rock wall into the pool,
frothing the water in the deep end. A separate hot tub area sat nearly
beneath the falls where two older women were boiling themselves in contentment.
Other than those two, Heero and Duo were alone.
Heero inhaled the warm, misty air. "This is paradise."
"It sure ain't the Holiday Inn," Duo replied, pulling off his robe. He
blushed when he noticed the two old women eyeing him in appreciation.
"Don't look now, but I think those ladies are ogling us, Hee... what are
He had turned just in time to see Heero, sans robe, pulling his swim trunks
over his hips, giving the two old ladies an eyeful. Duo lunged forward,
grabbing the material and yanking it back up. His face was beet read and
he could have sworn he heard one of the women say, "Darn it!"
Heero looked perplexed. "I thought we were to bathe?"
Duo shook his head. "No, no! We're going swimming. In a pool. With other
people present. You keep your trunks on." He suddenly noticed how close
he was standing to Heero and how his hands were still on Heero's hips.
He pulled away quickly. "Uh... did none of your other... mistresses...
take you swimming?"
"Yes, but never with clothes still on."
Duo hugged himself, sure his entire body was now blushing. "O-oh. I see.
Well um... you have to keep your suit on in here or we'll get kicked out.
Heero nodded. Duo turned jumped into the shallow end quickly, dunking
himself beneath the water to get his hair wet. He'd have to shower again
to get the chlorine out, but he needed to remove himself from temptation
before he did something he'd regret later.
He broke the surface, breathing in the humid air and looked around for
The incubus was nowhere to be found.
Duo looked around. The two women were smirking at him from their perch
in the hot tub. He felt something brush against his calf under the water.
He whirled, but saw nothing. Then something yanked hard on his leg and
he was dragged under the water. Surprised, he tried to draw breath, only
to get a lungful of chlorine. He clawed his way to the surface, sputtering
and vowing vengeance on incubus ass.
Heero floated a few feet from him, chuckling, a smirk permanently plastered
on his face. Duo let out an unholy battle cry and lunged for him. Though,
being in water, his lunge was in slow motion, and Heero dived below the
water. Duo waited until the man came up for air, then pounced, sending
a tidal wave of water at Heero's head. Heero retaliated and the two spent
several fun minutes splashing and trying to dunk each other before Heero
dived below the surface again, swimming for the deep end.
Duo followed, swimming underneath the little footbridge into deeper waters,
striking out for the edge of the pool when he could no longer touch bottom.
He wasn't the best of swimmers, and Heero swam like a fish. He felt something
brush against his leg again and he kicked out. Heero popped up in front
of him, grinning like a madman.
Duo made a face at him. "How did you get to be such a good swimmer if
you've been trapped in a hunk of metal for two thousand years?" he asked.
"I was raised around water. I built ships. How could I make a boat stay
afloat if I, myself, couldn't keep from drowning?" Heero replied, swimming
in lazy half-circles around him. He stopped, treading water and glancing
over his shoulder at the waterfall. "Want to go over there?"
Duo looked over at the water rushing down the fake rock wall. He shook
his head. "That's too deep. And there's nothing really to hang onto."
Heero swam closer to him. "You can hang on to me," he replied, his voice
low and husky.
Duo's breath caught in his throat. "Uh..."
Duo found it impossible to say no to the man. Which was highly troublesome.
He nodded, then gathered his legs underneath him and struck out for the
Heero swam next to him, watching him, ready to grab onto him if he faltered.
As they passed the hot tub, the two old ladies were climbing out, wrapping
thick, fluffy towels around them. "Have fun boys!" one of them called
out as the two made their way toward the exit. Duo was glad his skin was
already red from the heat in the room.
Heero pulled him the last few inches into the frothy, churning waters
at the base of the falls. He pressed Duo's back against the pool wall,
holding them both above water. The sensation of water falling on his head
was amazing - different from being in a shower. It felt good. It felt
even better when Heero pressed closer to him, his face inches from Duo's
Heero leaned in. Duo could taste Heero's breath on his own. He hardly
dared to breathe as he stared into Heero's clear blue eyes, his hands
clutching tight to Heero's shoulders to keep himself above water.
"Heero..." he murmured, though he could hardly hear himself over the roar
of the falls.
Heero heard him, however. "Yes?" He moved closer. Their lips touched.
Duo couldn't breathe. He tugged Heero closer, wanting to taste all of
him. Just one little taste...
The door to the pool flew open and a gaggle of college-aged girls spilled
into the pool area. The two men broke apart as their watery paradise was
invaded by estrogen and barely-there bikinis. Heero looked as disappointed
as Duo felt. But he didn't have time to react before one of the girls
spotted them and squealed.
Duo winced and turned to doggie paddle his way to the edge of the pool.
Heero swam next to him. "I believe it is time for a strategic retreat,"
the incubus said, ignoring the girls who were trying to get their attention.
Duo nodded. Or tried to and went under. Heero fished him out, pulling
him to the edge. "Good idea," he said, wiping water from his eyes. "I
don't do so well with girls. Especially those kind. They look like they
wanna eat me."
Heero hopped out of the water and turned to pull Duo out behind him. He
looked up as the girls started giggling at the sight of Duo being hauled
out of the pool, the suction of the water threatening to pull his trunks
down to his ankles. He hastily pulled them up.
"I don't think that's all they want to do to you," Heero said, eyeing
Duo stood and tried not to run for the door. "Come on. Let's go before
I decide drowning myself would be the preferable option than remaining
in their company."
They grabbed their robes and left the pool room quickly, leaving the cries
of disappointment behind them.
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