Conjunction Juxtaposition Admission (cont)
The apartment building Duo resided in was as large as Heero's own, a doorman
letting him in after he identified whom he was seeing. He hurried over
to the elevators, impatient to be there already, to see Duo again. He
barely noticed the plush surroundings, instead buried in a lovely fantasy
world. Seventeenth floor, the elevator pinged, doors sliding open to reveal
a hallway clad in burgundy carpeting and impressionist paintings. He counted
the doors, stopping in front of apartment 1708 and nervously smoothing
back his hair, adjusting his coat, tugging on his scarf.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked, wincing at the heaviness of the solid
A few seconds passed, time in which Heero took to try to calm his heart
rate, and failing miserably at it. And then the door opened, a pair of
bright violet eyes peering out at him, that huge smile welcoming him inside.
He couldn't seem to stop himself, rushing up against Duo and wordlessly
kissing him, mouth hesitant for only a moment before he wrapped his arms
upward, groaning into it.
"Dessert comes after dinner, Heero." Duo chided after a few minutes of
kissing him back, his own hands having slid beneath the long winter coat,
unbuttoning and removing it. He smiled softly, hanging the coat beside
the door and turning. His eyes opened wide, first sliding up and then
slowly dragging down Heero's body. "Weren't you cold?"
Heero felt his cheeks redden, he'd been freezing, but he wasn't going
to mention that. He fidgeted under Duo's gaze, pulling at the tight black
t-shirt he'd managed find buried in a drawer. It was the only thing he
could think of that was even mildly sexy, the jeans he wore the usual
tight black, perhaps tighter than that, as they were from when he'd been
"Never mind," Duo chuckled, "I'm just teasing you, you look great, edible
even." again, his eyes drifted, almost as if touching every inch of Heero
in sight. "Very nice."
"What's for dinner?"
"A bit, I didn't manage to eat today." Heero blushed harder, realizing
he was behaving much like a virgin schoolgirl. He might as well start
stuttering, he tore his gaze away from Duo's, glancing about the apartment.
It was actually very similar to his own, slightly different furniture,
though that same dark and light feeling to it. Comforting, he decided,
nodding at his own unvoiced thoughts.
"You approve?" Duo asked, taking his arm and leading him to the couch
that nestled in front of a large picture window, a low table set in front
of it, chairs to either side.
"It's nice, looks a lot like my own apartment." Heero sat down abruptly,
folding his hands in his lap and then unfolding them, looking anywhere
but at Duo.
"Don't be so nervous." A finger caressed his cheek, turning his head up,
eyes meeting with Duo's once again. He shivered, unable to control it.
"I can't seem to stop."
"Well," Duo sat down beside him, sliding an arm behind his neck and pulling
him close. "Tell me why you're so nervous, and maybe I can help."
"I don't think you can help with this..." he fumbled for words, catching
a whiff of whatever it was they were having for dinner. "What's that smell?"
"Ahh, dinner," Duo grinned, dragging Heero up and tugging him towards
an open doorway. "Don't want it to burn." He said by way of an explanation.
"Smells good, whatever it is."
"And it will be, it's my specialty."
Heero watched as Duo opened the oven, peering inside and humming softly
to himself before shutting the door with care. He opened the fridge, taking
out a bottle and setting it on the counter. "A few more minutes and it
should be done. In the meantime, I'm going to pour you a glass of this
horrifyingly expensive wine, and you're going to sit and talk."
"Yes, talk. You need to relax. Besides, it might unsettle your stomach
if you eat while nervous." Duo grinned at him over the glass he held out,
waiting until Heero had swallowed a mouthful before turning back towards
the oven. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be in, in a moment.
"Yes sir!" Heero smiled, the wine already warming him and relaxing his
tense muscles. He headed towards the doorway, feeling a little calmer.
"Oh, and Heero?"
He turned in the doorway. "Mm?"
"You might want to take a look at the bookshelves over beside the window."
"Ok," Heero shook his head, wondering what could possibly be interesting,
certainly not one of his own books. That'd be too much.
He set his glass down on the table in front of the couch, meandering over
to one of the tall wooden bookcases and perusing the titles idly. A small,
black bound book caught his eye, and he slipped it out, glancing more
closely at the spine. The tiny gold lettering seemed to leap out at him,
burning into his retinas with the force of a nuclear explosion. "D. Maxwell,
Poetry compilation, The Murder of Innocents." He read aloud, softly, as
if said too loudly it might crack the window. His fingertips caressed
the spine, opening it without a direct command from his brain. Eyes automatically
reading as they fell to the page.
"It was snowing the day the Black Death came
Murder on it's mind, driven to be insane
Cornerstones left burned/ Children in its wake
Things it would take"
He snapped the book closed with trembling fingers, searching the shelves
urgently now, wondering what else he'd see. Another spine caught his eye,
D. Maxwell scrawled down its side.
He knocked another book off the shelf in his haste, glancing at the kitchen
to see if Duo had heard it. Then took the second book, barely glancing
at the title before reading this time.
"...Looking the wrong way at things I should have been paying attention
to, listening to the wrong words when I should have been making my own.
It took me a year after that to realize why it hurt every time I saw my
father and mother each Sunday of the month. I wasn't even theirs and I
was a son they wouldn't want. I was the epitome of everything they despised,
I was gay."
The book fell from his fingers, thumping to the floor to land closed,
the title clearly displayed.
"Loneliness" it read simply, and Heero knew, this was why Duo seemed to
understand him so well, treated him with such care. Because, inside, they
were the same. He bent down, carefully placing the books back where they
belonged, stumbling to the couch in wake of his revelations. He laughed
softly; at least he wasn't nervous anymore. An arm eased around his neck
from behind, Duo nestling his face beside Heero's, lips brushing his cheek.
"Dinner." He whispered, closing his eyes and sighing, a gentle exhalation
"You're a writer too." Heero said, making it a statement, since he already
knew the answer. He felt a nod against his cheek.
"Yeah, I am."
"So what's for dinner?" And he smiled as he felt the lips pressed against
him curve upward in response.
Heero was more than slightly drunk, dinner had been fabulous. A supremely
manly quiche, at least that's what Duo had called it. Another bottle of
wine, a simple salad of herbs, and a small dessert of sweetened whipped
cream and raspberries. He felt completely at ease, calm, warm, and comfortable
in the circle of Duo's arms about him.
His feet were propped up on a pillow at one end of the couch, hands curled
behind himself and wrapped languidly around Duo's neck. He burped softly,
laughing when Duo excused him. "Have I told you how delicious that was?"
"I think so, perhaps only five or six times though. So you can tell me
again if you want." Teeth nibbled lightly along his ear, sending a small
shiver down his spine at the touch. "Though, perhaps you could tell me
"Like what?" he turned, laying his head against Duo's chest and closing
his eyes as the heartbeat beneath lulled him.
"Will you spend the night with me?"
Heero felt the sudden tenseness in Duo, realizing the other boy was holding
his breath, waiting for an answer. "Of course."
"Then let's celebrate in true style."
"Why Heero, don't you know how to celebrate?"
"Not a clue."
"Then let me show you."
They were dancing; whirling around the apartment together in an echo of
the snow that spun outside the window. Heero had never danced before,
and was amazed to find it was easy, at least, it was easy with Duo. He
laughed in sheer delight as they dipped and swayed, occasionally collapsing
against one another in fits of giggles. The music poured out of a small
stereo that sat near the window, the rhythm of it slowing as another song
Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's neck, sliding close and hardly noticing
that they were standing in one place, barely moving any longer. He closed
his eyes, lifting his face, seeking and finding Duo's mouth, gently opening
it and slipping his tongue inside. His fingers tightened, concentration
dimming, thoughts rolling to a stop as he stood and merely let himself
The way Duo's body slid against his own, the soft sounds as their tongues
met and caressed, his shirt being inched up by curious fingers, hands
exploring beneath it. He smiled into the kiss, his own hands busily pulling
at Duo's shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it off shoulders, fingers following
the path of its falling. His hands smoothed over silken skin, trailing
lower and fumbling with the button of Duo's pants as he felt his own slither
down his hips. He stepped out of them unconsciously, molding himself against
Duo's body, head tilting to the side, deepening the kiss.
He tugged at Duo's jeans, pulling them off, greedy for more skin. He groaned
loudly as their erections met, dancing their own little dance. His fingers
delved into the wealth of hair that had come free of its customary braid,
pulling softly, burying themselves inside of it. He didn't even notice
when they both sank to their knees, only aware of climbing on top of Duo,
running his hands possessively over every inch of skin, and still they
didn't stop kissing.
Though after a few more minutes of caresses, soft encouraging moans, blatant
lustful groping, he did stop long enough to strip off his shirt and toss
it to one side. Then he leaned down once more, this time his tongue taking
a different route, tasting flesh.
"Heero..." Duo's hands were gripping his hair, alternately tightening
and releasing with each swipe of tongue over sensitive areas. Heero stopped,
glancing up along the pale body, eyes alight with something new, something
It was time then, he knew as soon as their eyes met, it was time to come
together, meld into something more. No words were necessary as he slid
slowly along the length of Duo's body, legs spreading to either side.
His hands came to rest beside Duo's head, their gazes locked. One word
spilled from his mouth, enough to let Duo know. "Now."
A nod and a smile were his answer, Duo's hands slipping between them to
grasp his arousal, the wet head of it bumping gently against Heero.
He hissed as it penetrated him, gritting his teeth yet refusing to stop
any of it. Duo's mouth met his again, calming him, letting him know that
where there was pain there was also pleasure. He grunted softly, forcing
his body to relax, another inch gaining its way inside of him. Such slow
going, such friction, his hands tightened beside Duo's head, grasping
handfuls of hair, an anchor to the earth. Easy rocking motions, another
inch gained, another gasp, deeper this time, a moan following on its heels.
Heero leaned back slightly, bringing the hair held with him, pulling Duo
by it, lips meeting repeatedly with a gentle fervor. It felt impossibly
right, another inch gained, how many more Heero had no idea of, all he
knew at that moment was that he'd gladly take it all, claim it for his
He rested for a moment, fingers feeling the texture of Duo's hair, lips
tasting, body quivering as he demanded of it to remain still. He thrust
downwards a bit, taking the rest of Duo inside of himself, moaning loudly
at the pain and pleasure of it. Choirs could sing of divine rights, churches
could preach of the almighty god, and still it couldn't compare to this.
Take it slow, he told himself, relax, he whispered inside his own head.
A glance down at Duo's features undid these calming mantras, those violet
eyes staring straight at him, straight inside of him, burning into his
soul. Nevermind, he decided, take it fast and love every minute of it.
And with that, the last of coherent thought left him, perhaps to run outside
and dance with the snow. His body moving of its own will, rocking down
and up, each millimeter of flesh inside of him pulsing with a heartbeat
of its own. Duo's fingers wrapped around his hips, steadying him, helping
him in this ride. He was opened, speared in place, unaware of the cries
that tumbled from his mouth, merely feeling.
He felt like crying, it was so good, something beyond physical pleasure,
greater than anything that had come before, and so very right. Again,
he sped his pace, knees slapping the carpet, breath ripping from his lungs.
Duo's arms slid to his back, a sudden change in position as he sat up
slightly, forcing himself deeper inside. Taking Heero's screams and muffling
them with his mouth, moaning out his own euphoric revelations.
He would never be alone again, because even on his darkest day he would
remember this. He would recall the love that joined them together, the
desire that connected them. Release was floating just out of reach now,
each second that Duo remained inside of him bringing it closer. He didn't
want it to end; wishing it could go on forever, eternally.
A whisper against his ear, the softly uttered words ringing inside his
head. It didn't matter what was being said, he couldn't understand it,
couldn't comprehend anything. Duo was sobbing, gripping him so hard that
he could barely move, and still he kept going. The body below him tensed,
the flexing inside of him triggering something deep within, exploding
behind his eyes in a display of white light. Fireworks of winter snow,
a combination of bodily chemistry, and at last...at long last, he was
He awoke to the soft sounds of footsteps, opening his eyes to gaze blearily
about. Instantly recalling exactly where he was, his eyes moving to the
window, watching as Duo pulled back the curtain. Naked except for a shirt
held in one hand, face turned slightly in profile, features unreadable
in the night.
"Awake?" the whispered words took a moment to reach him, the silence of
the room dragging them down.
Duo's head turned, his eyes blackened pools. "Stay?"
Heero smiled, slipping an arm from beneath the covers, gesturing with
a crook of his finger. "Only if you come back to bed."
+ "Are you sure this is the right place?" Heero frowned, glaring at the
small piece of paper Duo held.
"Positive, see? The numbers match," he gestured down the street at the
sign that proclaimed it to be Greenland Way.
"And it's the right building. So, why is it completely condemned and damned?"
"Good question." Duo nodded, glancing up at the building. "I just don't
understand, I called the same number, they said this was it." He scratched
his head, looking confusedly down at the address he held. "I know
I wrote this right, hell, I even asked her to repeat it just in case."
They both looked up at the building again, each wearing frowns of puzzlement.
A newspaper fluttered down the street behind them, briefly drawing their
attention, and then they both turned to stare at the building once more.
"Was that plaque there a moment ago?"
Two mouths fell open in unison. Duo coughed, trying to clear his throat.
"Do you want to pretend neither of us see that?"
"I'm thinking that might be our safest route."
"Should we mention this to anyone?"
"Right then." Heero turned his back resolutely on the building, grabbing
Duo's hand and glancing over at him. "Would you mind if we um... run?"
"I could definitely go for a book right about now."
"Reality has gotten too strange." They grinned at one another and took
off running, hands linked, shouts echoing back amongst the empty buildings.
The wind puffed again, rattling the decrepit building, blowing against
the small plaque that seemed to be the only thing left untouched. Briefly,
the summer sun glinted, light catching the engraving.
Founded in 1780,
condemned in 1920,
may the friendship found here expand beyond our vision
Only one other thing was on
the small sign, in carefully scripted archaic cursive.
MaxwellYuy Foundation -
The wind whistled, a shrill
happy little sound, and merrily made its way down the street.
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