DISCLAIMER : All characters belong to their respective owners. This is only a

product of my sick and twisted imagination *^_~

However, this ficcie belongs to ME!

two boys being lovers, just take the barf bag and leave.

AMONG OTHER THINGS : Death fic. Very boring. Recommended to people with

insomnia

‘ Heero, it’s just that I don’t like the idea of him influencing you!’

‘ Relena, he is NOT influencing me.’

‘ Yes he is!! Just look at you!! You’re even starting to… to talk like him!’

‘ I always talk like that.’

‘ No- oh what’s the point of this anyway?! Honey, let’s just not get angry over him, okay? I’m sorr- ’

‘ Look, I can’t see what’s your problem with him! He’s done nothing to you and you just talk as if he destroyed your life or something!’

‘ Well, I hate him cuz he’s just a damn fag, okay? Why do you like him anyway? You used to hate him so much- ’

‘ Relena, people change- ’

‘ So you’re telling me you’ve changed too? You- ’

‘ If this is about his relationship with me again, it’s over- ’

‘ But Heero, sometimes, I just- ’

‘ Damnit woman! If you think I’m cheating on you, then FINE! I’m leaving! ’

‘ Hee~RO!’

* * * * * * * * * *

Duo stood in front of the mirror, untying the black elastic band on his braid. The knee length hair unraveled as slender fingers ran through them. Soft, chestnut colored silk cascaded down his shoulders.

Picking a brush from a nearby table, he combed his hair carefully, untangling the few knots there were. Finally done, he put the brush down. Just then, he heard a loud bang on the front door.

‘ Duo… open up…’ the words were slightly slurred and were followed by another bang to the abused wooden frame.

Duo sighed. He ran down the steps and answered the door, already guessing who it was.

His intuition proved him right as he met a very drunk Heero sprawled on his doorstep.

Gently, he slid an arm under the latter’s shoulder and helped him over to the living room. He caught a strong whiff of alcohol as he deposited the other on the couch.

Somehow, he managed to persuade and coax Heero into letting the empty beer bottle go. With his hands on his narrow hips, he sighed, ‘ Ya guys quarreled again, didja?’

Heero gave a cynical smile in reply.

‘ Was it bout me ?’

He nodded, ‘ Fuck that damn bitch.’

‘ Does she know ya here? Ooops, stupid question. ‘ course not. C’mon, I’ll help ya up.’

With that, he wedged himself between the other’s arm and body, helping the other to his unsteady feet.

* * * * *

Duo heaved his friend on the bed, dumping him most ungracefully on the crinkled sheets. He sighed with relief. Heero was not exactly the lightest person in the whole world.

Heero grunted as he hit the bed. He turned over and felt Duo cover him with a blanket. Grabbing the slender wrists, he pulled a very startled Duo down on top of himself.

Duo’s heart beat quickened. Heero could feel every beat, gently thumping against his chest. Releasing one slender wrist, he reached out to brush the bangs out of the other’s eyes, revealing innocent, doe-like eyes that gazed at him ever so questioningly.

Duo worried his lower lip as he lowered his eyes shyly to the other’s scrutiny, not daring to look into his eyes. Heero’s breath smelt of alcohol and he felt his cheeks flame up as he felt the other’s heated arousal pressed between his legs.

The hand on his wrist loosened its grip and slowly moved to the back of his neck. Still stunned, Duo had no time to react as his head was lowered down. Realization finally hit him when he felt soft familiar lips press against his.

Swiftly, he pulled back from the kiss and turned away. Insistent, Heero pulled him in again, only to be rejected again. Hurt by the other’s unwillingness, he whispered,

‘ Why? ’

Duo sighed and ran a hand through his honey shot locks, ‘ Why? ‘ the tone was unmistakably bitter, ‘ Ya askin’ me why? ’ He rearranged himself back into a standing position, ‘ Well, number one, Heero you’re married. And number two, ya chose me over her. Four years ago. Need I remind ya how? ‘

The words stung, and despite his drunken state, it hurt. A lot. ‘ Duo, it was a mistake… every human makes mistakes, you said so yourself…’

Duo turned back, his face filled with rage, ‘ Dontcha ever tell me what I said. Sure, everyone does wrong. But some stuff can’t exactly be erased y’know. Ya can’t just press backspace and expect everything to be okay again.’

Heero was silent as Duo walked up and down the room.

‘ Ya can’t just like, fuck me today and go home tomorrow and think it’s okay, y’know. I have feelings too. And the only kinda person who’d that for ya is probably a whore or stupid. And to think I was your stupid whore for three years. ‘

‘ Give me another chance? ‘ Desperately, Heero stood up and tried to hold him, pressing his cheek against Duo’s.

Duo held him at an arm’s length and turned away, ‘ What ya said, when we split up really hurt me- ’

‘ Shit Duo, I never meant anything I said, I- ‘

‘ No one had ever hurt me so much before…’ Tears swelled up in his eyes as he looked up at dismayed cobalt eyes. ‘ I’m sorry but I don’t think ya can ever take it back. ‘

* * * * * * * * * *

Duo sat up as he heard the familiar shuffle of Heero’s footsteps. He bounded over happily and greeted him with a customary grin and hug, ‘ Okaeri,’ he pressed a kiss on the other’s brow.

Frowning at his partner’s lack of response, he tilted the other’s head up by the chin,

‘ Daijoubu? ’

‘ No,’ Heero’s tone was dark and his face equally sullen. Shoving Duo aside, he dumped himself on the sofa.

Injured by the monosyllabic answer and his cold manner, Duo bit his lip and followed him, ‘ Ya didn’t get the job again? ‘

‘ Thanks to you.’

Duo’s eyes widened at the unexpected reply, ‘ Nani? ’

‘ You know something? Getting together with you was probably the biggest mistake of my life. If only I’d gone with her. You’ve ruined my entire life.’

Tears filled up Duo’s eyes. Heero refused to look at him, facing the floor the whole time while talking. After several minutes of silence, Duo spoke up, his voice trembling,

‘ Y’know ya didn’t mean that. Ya said ya loved me. ’

By this time, Heero had begun to regret his earlier words. However, Duo had hit a point there and it pissed him off. Standing up, he snarled, ‘ Love is a liability. It doesn’t make our life any better- ’

‘ Yes it does! Ya said so- ’

‘ Shut the fuck up!! Whatever I said I take back now!’

Duo gasped sharply, a very hurt expression plastered on his pale face. Quavering, he whispered, ‘ …including "I love you?" ’

Heero didn’t reply to that. Shutting his eyes, he murmured, ‘ Let’s just split.’

The tears he had been suppressing began to fall.

* * * * * * * * * *

Those were the last words that crossed his mind before his vision faded as he stood in the way of a lorry that didn’t have much time to brake.