Dream (part 12)
Pairings: 1+2+1 (definetly!)
Warnings: AU, shounen- ai, sap... angst... unease... rabid photographers.
*shakes her head* Bad grammar.
Feedback: I crave it all... Disclaimer: I own nothing this is all for
fan fiction purposes!!!
Dream + Part 12
Duo leaned on Heero's shoulder,
smiling happily. He looked down at their once more entwined fingers and
"What?" Heero asked.
"Nothing much. Just wondering if Trowa's asked anyone to place bets."
Duo smiled. "Us. How long it'll take us to end up in the same bed for
a reason other than sleep." He looked up to see Heero with a startled
look on his face. Duo made a questioning sound.
"He probably is."
"But?" Duo asked.
Heero frowned. "I don't... " a slow blush rose on his face.
Duo watched with a growing smile. "You're a virgin?"
Heero shook his head. "Relena."
Duo shut his eyes, making a face. "Oh jeez Heero, there are some bits
of information I just don't need. Much as I respect you and Relena, that's
one mental image I DON'T- need."
Heero noticeably smiled. After a minute, he spoke up. "What about you?"
Duo lifted his head to look at Heero. "Huh?"
"Are you a virgin?"
Duo blushed. "Not quite. My ex and I experimented a lot but we never actually
had sex. Not in the strict sense of the word anyway." Heero looked away.
"Does that bother you?" Duo asked.
He thought a moment. "No. He's your ex. He doesn't matter anymore."
Duo arched his eyebrow. "You're so sure my ex. is a 'he'?"
"Because you never mentioned dating any women. The only ex. you could
have would be the guy you mentioned... Trieze." Heero answered.
Duo blinked. "You remember that?" He asked softly.
Heero smiled slightly. "How could I forget anything you said?"
Duo blushed and rewarded him with a mind robbing kiss only broken when
the limo came to a stop at the hotel.
"Duo... " Heero struggled for anything coherent. "You told me that Trieze
wanted to do things you weren't ready for... "
Duo flushed and disentangled himself from Heero. "And I'm still not ready."
He squirmed in the seat as the door opened. "Call it my baggage Heero.
I know I love you, but I don't know... I don't know if I know that you
love me enough to not leave me." He got out of the limo. "After seeing
what my mother went through, I want everything to be special. To mean
something. An affirmation, a cementing... I don't know... What I do know
is that just telling me you love me isn't enough to make me forget everything."
"Duo... " Heero struggled toward him, cursing his state mentally.
"Heero, if that's what you expect when you tell someone you love them
and apologize and all, you're sadly mistaken." Duo turned and started
walking up the steps to the hotel.
"Stop it." Heero stated. "That isn't what I meant and you know it."
Duo stopped and turned. "I... I know but that's what it sounded like."
He started back up the steps again and pushed open the door. "But we need
to go slow. For other reasons than me... A lot of things happened to you
within the last day or so and I'm not going to become your replacement
for those things."
Heero frowned, speeding up to catch up with him. "I'm not. Duo-"
"And how do you know?" Duo punched the elevator button. "You don't."
The doors opened and they stepped in. "You're being unreasonable."
Heero took a deep breath. He needed to control himself. "I don't know.
Neither do you. I'm not asking for it to happen tonight."
Duo didn't say anything as the doors shut. Heero leaned over and pressed
the floor button. They stayed silent as the elevator began to move. "So
what now?" Heero eventually asked.
Duo smiled to himself. "We take things a day at a time." Duo took Heero's
hand in his. "Besides. Who say's other things aren't gonna occupy our
time? There's the rest of the tour... That ends in about a month. There's
songs to work on, shuttles to catch... "
"What about after the tour?"
"I don't know. As it is... Oh... shit." Duo paled.
Heero looked at him curiously. "Heero, I got leave from school but I still
have to turn in a project of some kind and an essay for each class!" Duo
recalled. "I have five classes! That's five essays and five projects due
at the end of the month and they have to be supported by some sort of
"So how hard can that be?"
Duo let go of Heero's hand, gesturing wildly as he explained what the
problem was. "Heero, I'm doing a double major in English and Art. Three
art classes; one on large scale design and monuments, one on figure sketching,
and one on the history of art from 1980 to the present! My two English
classes? I have to write a paper about the use of language in modern days
and a persuasive argument paper. My other English class is a poetry class.
I have to put together a scrapbook of poetry I've written around a specific
The doors whooshed open and Duo stepped out. "I mean, the writing isn't
hard but can you honestly tell me I'll manage to get this all-" A flash
went off in his face as he rounded the corner from the elevators. "Back
to the elevator NOW!" He snapped, stepping back. Duo felt a hand on his
back, then felt the hand jerk away and the world turned bright again.
Fingers closed around his wrist and pulled him back to the elevator. "Mr.
Yuy! Mr. Yuy! That dedication-"
The questions from the reporter were cut off as the elevator doors closed.
The hand on Duo's wrist released him and he heard a click as his vision
started to clear. He slid down the slick metal wall to sit on the floor.
"Well this is delightful."
"They didn't get a picture of me." Heero said quietly.
Duo laughed hollowly. "No, instead they got one of me, they know I rode
up to your hotel room with you, and they're asking questions about the
concert tonight. Not a good combination." He propped his elbow up on his
knee and rested his forehead in his hand. "I'm sorry Heero. I didn't think
"It's not your fault."
Duo rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the spots from them. "Heero, part
of the reason I'm on this tour is to keep you guys away from all of this
and get you from point A to point B using my 'artistic ability' as Q so
kindly put it." Slowly he took his hand away and looked up to see Heero
kneeling infront of him.
"It makes perfect sense that they'd stake out the hotels. I mean, I'm
surprised the dummy tactic worked for as long as it did with Quatre reserving
hotel rooms all over the place for you guys. It doesn't take that much
effort to find out that no ones actually in them."
"You can't think of everything. Look. They don't have any proof of anything
between us. The rest of the band won't say anything."
"Heero! We ran! That's like shouting that there's something to hide! The
press'll be on this like a bunch of horny teenagers at their first kegger-orgy."
Heero studied him a moment, refusing to rise to his bait. "That doesn't
change how I feel about you. The press may report this. Since we haven't
done anything except this," he leaned over and kissed him gently, "we
can use this opportunity to gauge the reactions of the fans. The obsessive
one's won't give up on the band because of an unconfirmed rumor. They'll
refuse to believe it."
Duo lowered his eyes. "And to think a second ago I was worried about homework."
He blinked, realizing they hadn't moved. "How come the elevator's stopped?"
A smirk sprang to life on Heero's face as he pointed to the button pannel.
The red emergency stoplight blinked a happy red at them.
"You know we're eventually have to come out right?"
Heero nodded. "But if we press all the buttons they won't know which floor
we'll get off on."
"That'll also open the doors though, Heero."
"There's a button that closes them."
"Here's an idea. Press all the buttons. When we reach a floor, press the
close door button one second after the doors almost completely open. Then
we can slip out on a floor of choice and hit the door closed button on
the way down." Duo shifted and stood up. "It won't be until they reach
the next floor down that they realize the elevators moving slower and
by that time we can make it to the other stair well and go back up to
the rooms. Once in my room we can barricade ourselves in and call the
front desk and have them arrange another room for ten separate guests.
We'll just pick a room and crash in that one long enough to find a change
of clothes." He grinned. "Then we bail for another hotel or the shuttle.
Serves the hotel right for letting the press know where everyone stayed."
Heero stood and smiled. "I knew I liked you for some reason. Think it'll
"It'll take a miracle."(1) Duo grinned and kissed Heero for the compliment.
"Remind me to thank Q for the loan of his sisters credit card. We'll use
it to get the new rooms."
"You have one of Quatre's sisters credit cards?" He asked.
Duo nodded, still grinning. "All of them actually. One of his sisters
has a fake identity I pinched her wallet once. I gave it back to her,
but I asked if I could have one of the cards in case of emergencies."
He started to punch elevator buttons. "She laughed when she found out
what I did and gave me one of them and told me that as long as the need
was great, I could use it." He repunched the emergency button and the
elevator started to move again. "She knew I wouldn't take it on a spending
spree. Student dorms don't allow much in the way of knick nack space."
Heero smirked enough to have a smile. "So you're a thief as well as an
Duo smiled, shaking his head. "Ex thief. My short lived career took place
when my mom was still alive."
The doors slid open and Heero punched the close doors button. Duo watched
in satisfaction; the reporter lurking outside only saw a flash of a figure,
nothing to indicate who was in the elevator. They played the elevator
game for about twenty minutes before picking their floor. "9th floor coming
up!" Duo chirped, good spirits renewed by the game.
The doors parted enough to let them know no one was in the vincinity.
Duo hit the door closed button as they hurried from the elevator, running
down the open hall.
"Change in plans, take the stairs!" Duo muttered.
"Our rooms are on the twelfth floor. The elevators'd be the easiest to
use to get there. Come on." Duo replied pushing open the door to the stair
They thundered up the stairs, their feet making hallow metallic ringing
sounds as they clamored ever upwards.
As they neared the twelfth floor, their steps slowed down and Heero poked
his head out. "No one in sight," he panted.
"Good." Duo gasped, unraveling his braid.
Heero turned and gaped. "This isn't time to be fussing with your hair."
"Look, when my hair's down people can't tell if I'm a guy or a girl. If
we get spotted, you won't nearly be questioned quite as much." Duo said,
shaking out his hair. "Come on." He pushed open the door and strode down
to his room.
He fished his key out and opened the door. They crowded into the room
and Duo shut the door behind him. "Safe." He breathed. He dug his wallet
out of his jacket and pulled out a card. "Here, make the hotel reservations
while I dig up a costume."
Heero frowned at the order but walked over to the phone and picked it
up. "Basma Gordyeva?"
"She's an odd one." Duo answered from the suitcase. He smiled as he found
his wig. He dug out two spare pairs of socks, a skirt and a shirt. He
tossed everything on the bed and went digging for the bra he knew was
in there. Soon, a leather-studded bra landed on top of his mesh shirt.
Heero set the phone down in time to see Duo strip off his shirt. As if
his mouth wasn't watering enough at the sight, the view of Duo shucking
his pants made his own a little tight. "Duo... "
Duo stopped reaching for the studded bra to look up and see the lust shining
in Heero's eyes. "Heero, have you jacked off at all in the last 4 years?"
Duo shook his head. "Put on the wig Heero, now isn't the time or place."
He put the bra on and stuffed it with a couple socks. Heero took the wig
out. "It's blue."
Duo smiled, pulling on the mesh top. "Just put it on." Duo turned back
to the suitcase, obviously remembering something. He grabbed a pair of
stripy looking tights and dropped his boxers.
Heero swallowed. Must. Put. On. Wig. He took the wig out, desperately
trying to avoid looking at the half-naked Duo now sitting on the edge
of one of the beds. When Heero looked again, Duo stepped into a vinyl
skirt. He found himself wondering when Duo shaved his legs because he
had fishnet stockings on and no leg hair.
Duo looked up to see Heero staring and smiled. "Theater tights. My own
design. Fleshtoned tights, fabric paint and gray powder." Heero nodded,
making a final adjustment to the wig. He held his arms out to the now
very feminine looking Duo in front of him.
"Just one more thing." Duo grabbed the last pair of socks and slid his
hands under Heero's shirt.
Heero tensed as he felt Duo's hands ghost over him, then fuss with the
socks, getting them to stay. Duo slid his hands out, causing him to almost
shiver at the sensation. Duo slid his hands back under and Heero felt
"Tape to hold 'em in place." Duo grinned, pulling his hands out almost
reluctantly. "Wouldn't want your chest falling now would we?" Heero shook
his head, eyes locked with Duo. After a moment Duo broke the gaze and
grabbed his still packed bag, hoisting it up onto his shoulder. "I left
my other bag on the shuttle. I figured we wouldn't need it 'cause we're
only here for tonight and tomorrow."
Heero nodded and opened the door.
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(1) "Think it'll work?" "It'll take a miracle."- Can anyone say the Princess
Bride? I love that movie.
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