Spanked

By Darkwood

Notes: A little spec I wrote to come up with how the guys can't always have a safe house, so where do they sleep when they don't?

Pairings: As usu, 1x2.

Warnings: None. Oh, one semi-mutilated kitty, but it's avenged by the end.

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          The mist curled gently over the alley, giving a hint of blue to the gray-white light of the moon, and shining light on the slumbering Deathscythe pilot. Or at least it had until five seconds ago when an alley cat decided that the longhaired youth was in his spot and swatted at the slightly upturned nose.

          A twist of an agile wrist relieves the situation of duress and Duo rubs his eyes. He looks around, and sees the last of the lights turning off the signs outside the stores, and the first of the neon lights announcing the nightlife of the slum district on L2 major awakened to its high noon.

          Swiping at the dirty carcass of the dead cat who had dared try interrupt Shinigami’s beauty sleep, Duo sits up and stretches his body to its ending point, only then catching the well to do crowd at the most popular night spot on the colony.

          For a moment nothing happens as Duo mutters about damn missions and hard concrete four-poster beds. Then the silence lifts and motion returns, Shinigami springing from his resting spot to the base of the fire escape six feet above him. ‘Eat that, Heero,’ he winks beguilingly at himself as he checks his pockets.

          ‘Just three rounds left, and Heero took my other magazine. The damn baka!’ He looks down from above at the other building and bites the left corner of his lip in concentration. ‘I’m too tired to bother with the aerial route tonight, I’ll just go in the front door.’

          Sliding down the building and undressing along the way, the slender young man ties his smudged shirt around his waist and takes off the priest’s collar he’s wearing, leaving undone the top three buttons in his worry of being carded. Making up his mind while staring at his reflection in an easily polished trashcan lid, he yanks the thin band from the end of his braid and unravels the tight knots with his fingers, leaving wavy brown locks in the braid’s stead.

          He puts his hands in his pockets and seethes under his breath. ‘Would’ve been a lot easier if Heero’d just have left me my other magazine. He knows I use more bullets than he does. Hah, if he needed to steal from me again it must mean he’s getting unnerved once again. Suppose it won’t be too long before I’m in charge of the relationship again.’

          A serene smile on his lips, he doesn’t even look up at the bouncer on his way in. Inside, he grabs a drink and glides around flirtatiously. For a long while he only watches as the head of the group parades the girl along, but then he sees the tall, balding man break away and head towards the bar.

          Duo seizes his chance, and catches up, whispering coy nonsense and pointing at the men’s rest room. The man nods and they go in, and find it surprisingly empty. Duo smirks to himself, ‘Only so long before they recognize the killer behind the smile, and they’ve seen me here.’

          Inside, the slender pilot is shoved against the mirrors almost instantly. “Why me?” the cautious military leader asks and presses a gun to the back of Duo’s head.

          The shorter young man smirks against the cool glass and says, “You’re hot,” in a voice he himself barely recognizes. “Wrong answer, 02.” Suddenly afraid, Duo struggles to maintain his cool, and looses, the voice of his captor tremulously familiar.

          His oxygen slowly being cut off, he barely manages to point the gun as the other moves, probably in order to be reaimed. Duo pulls the trigger to his and relaxes as the fingers loosen around his neck. Loosen! “Who’s there?”

          “Hn. Baka.” Another familiar voice allows Duo some solace and strong hands remove stiff limbs from their hold on his body. “What happened?” Duo smiles to himself, ‘Interested so easily.’

          “You knew that I had a mission today, Heero.” The warm arms wrap around Duo’s body, pulling him close to Heero’s. “And you took my extra clip. You knew I was too tired to aim right, and so the only thing I could do was this. Why did you rush off?”

          “I was going to do it for you.”

          Duo arcs a brow curiously and looks over his shoulder at Heero. “Since when?”

          “Since I know you haven’t gotten any sleep in the last week.”

          “I have too!”

          The Wing pilot seizes Duo’s lips for a moment, staring into the entranced violet orbs. Finally pulling away, he shakes his head, “Baka. You’ve got bags under your eyes like you did after I broke you out of the Oz base. Only this time no one gave them to you but your own lack of sleep.”

          A little furious at being called a slacker, Duo struggles out of Heero’s grip. The scrutinizing eyes of the Perfect Soldier follow him as he goes over to the sink to wash the dirt from his face. “Don’t get so angry,” he says quietly.

          “You’ve been pushing too hard lately, I don’t like it.”

          “What the hell do you want from me, man? I’m doing the best that I can. What do you want, sex?”

          Heero takes a step back, hurt by that comment from his usually kind lover, and glowers. “You think that’s what this is about?”

          “Yes!”

          There is silence as the echo dies on the marble walls and Heero yanks the chilling body up from the floor. “If that’s all you think this is about…”

          “You never act any differently! I wake up alone. I always wake up alone, Heero, but I remember warmth, can feel it fading from the night, which means you must hold me, but why? I never even get a kind look during the day!”

          The Perfect Soldier stops and jump kicks the vent open, tossing the body up into it. “Which way are you leaving?”

          “Do I have a choice?”

          “Yes, you do.”

          “Front door.”

          “Can I come?”

          “Why?” Duo looks at him sternly, but Heero only straightens his shoulders and kicks the vent closed. “Fine. Ready now?”

          “No,” Heero takes a step forward, nose to nose with Duo, and looks him straight in the eye. Duo gulps and steps back, attempting to forestall the upcoming confrontation. Slowly Heero puts his arms around Duo, cautiously, as though ready to let go at any hesitation on Duo’s part. “Duo… it’s not about sex. Please, believe me. Or at least it isn’t just about the sex. I…” Heero gives up and just presses his lips against Duo’s, hoping his lover will understand.

          The door opens and the two pilots push apart, automatically heading towards the door themselves, ignoring the shocked figure. At the roped off door to the outside, the bouncer gives Duo’s companion a scathing stare, but the other young boy stares straight back.

          The two adjourn to the previous night’s alley and Duo strips off his shirt while Heero looks out for any passersby. “You what, Heero?”

          “A-aishiteru.”

          “What’s that mean?” Duo asks, buttoning up the white shirt and fixing his collar a moment. “Heero?” Duo looks over at his ‘partner’ and gulps. “You hate me?”

          “Far from it.” ‘There is a twinkle in Heero’s eye that I rarely see outside of the bedroom, or whenever we’re having sex. I wonder what it means.’ “Aishiteru means… ah… I love you.”

          Suddenly Duo feels the whole evening melt away, and gives into his exhaustion, allowing himself to slump in his lover’s arms. “Well then… aishiteru to you to.”

          “You’re still going to be punished.”

          “What for!”

          “You turned someone on in public, for one, and as for the second reason…” Heero leans down close to his love’s ear and whispers huskily, “it wasn’t me.”

          For a second Duo stares sheepishly at his partner-turned-lover, and then he starts to laugh loudly. Heero, frantic to silence him, covers the baka’s mouth with his own. With a wide mental grin Duo continues to cackle, ‘Let the games begin.’

~owari~