Crying to the Walls Part 5
"And what about the forensics reports?"
"I made a call downstairs, they said that they'll have it by morning."
"And the DNA results?"
"Also delayed."
"So you're saying that there's nothing we can work on?" Une's voice was pretty pissed when she spoke to one of her officers.
The man shrunk in his chair, and shook his head. "Just those three folders."
"Which we already went through, TWICE." Une growled.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know Eric was supposed to bring me the reports... I knew that he was supposed to..."
"Enough with the excuses already!" The woman called, punching the table. "We got a terrorist group to catch and we can't do a THING because of some damn missing REPORTS?! And God damn it- Maxwell! Wake up!"
"Huh?" Duo blinked and looked up. He was sitting in the far edge of the table, as far away from Une as possible. He had had little sleep last night, and since he was bored out of his mind, he dozed off. That's until Une had decided to show the world how LOUD her voice can get.
Duo straightened up, putting his arms down, since they were folded across his chest. He cleared his throat and mumbled an apology.
"What is going on around here?!" Une demanded, glaring at everyone around the table. "Since when have the Preventers become into a lazy bunch of whores!? Are you seriously telling me that YOU are the people the world is depending on?! Aren't you ashamed to call yourselves defenders of peace?! What's going on here?! And where the hell is Yuy with my reports?!"
Just then, the door clicked open, and all eyes turned to look at the person entering. Duo's eyes widened and he straightened in his chair, shocked by the sight.
Heero Yuy had just walked into the room, two and a half hours late.
Now THAT had never happened before.
Duo followed Heero with his eyes as the young man slowly closed the door and walked to his seat. He was carrying a bunch of documents in one hand, and a thick folder in the other. His hair was messier than ever, looking as if he didn't even comb it before he came to work. He was wearing the clothes from yesterday; the black trousers, and a very unflattering checkered shirt, hanging loosely down his thin form. Needless to say, the Japanese youth looked like he had just gotten up and ran all the way to work, running through the sewers.
"Good morning, Heero." Une snarled, settling into her seat. "I'm glad you decided to grace us with your presence."
Duo glared at her momentarily, but then he heard Heero gasp quietly, and whirled around to look at him. He nearly missed the small wince that crossed Heero's face when he sat down. Duo frowned to himself, eyes narrowing.
"I'm sorry I'm so late." Heero finally spoke, looking apologetically at Une. "But I have the reports..."
* * *
Duo sat at his desk, up in the tenth floor, tapping his pen on the table. He was leaning on one elbow, looking around the office floor with bored eyes. The meeting with Une had lasted for what seemed like an eternity. He always hated these things. He preferred fieldwork much better. But nooooooo... He had to get stuck doing paper work! He was bored out of his mind!
Letting his mind wander, Duo tried to think about what he could do for fun. The lunch break was in four hours, and there was no way he could get out of work before that. He looked around the office cubicles, watching the various people around. Most of them were working in front of their computers, some were shuffling through mountains of paper work, and some were busy doing other various things. All in all, a whole lot of boring shit.
Duo tried to let his mind drift, and think about pleasant and more exciting things. But he couldn't. He tried to think about Hitomi, but the minute she came into his mind, it made his head hurt, so he switched the subject.
He let his gaze wander into a further corner of the large hall, where some vending machines and a coffee machine was. His lips lifted in a small smile as he spotted a familiar figure pour herself some coffee.
Heero was bent over the machine, pouring himself some hot water. Duo's eyes automatically went down to stare at his ass, something that was like instinct to him when the beautiful Japanese boy bent. He knew it was wrong staring at him, but he couldn't help it. He was bored.
And horny.
God! If it were a couple of weeks ago, he would have NEVER been so bored. No. A couple of weeks ago, if he saw Heero bent over like that, he would run over there and capture the stunning boy in his arms.
Duo smiled slyly to himself, shifting a little in his seat. God he was horny. He couldn't remember the last time he had had sex... No. That wasn't true. Of course he remembered. How could he forget? How could he forget Heero's hot body, pressed against his, as he slammed into him over and over, right there in the men's room.
His body and mind remembered the details vividly. The way Heero's body moved against his, all hot and trickling with sweat. They were standing inside one of the booths, Heero's back pressed against Duo, the braided boy's arms locked tightly around the lithe body, their hips moving against each other in a perfect rhythm. The way Heero had leaned his head back on Duo's shoulders, his hands closing around Duo's, his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to keep quiet. The sound of his panting, his silent moans of pleasure... the way he rasped his name, over and over, with every thrust... The way his eyes were closed in ecstasy... his thick chocolate bangs soaked with sweat, clinging to his wet forehead... his mouth, slightly open, the perfect cherry lips forming his name: "Duo... Duo... Gods... Duo... love... you..."
Duo blushed at his arousal and hurried to hide it, coming as close to the desk as possible.
How could he EVER forget?
"Damn it..." Duo cursed quietly, forcing himself to stop thinking about it. He shouldn't let his hormones get the better of him. He knew that he had to take it slowly with Hitomi. It was the same with Heero, way back in the time when they've just become lovers. It didn't matter how horny he was, he knew he had to wait. But he was frustrated, so it was no wonder he was recalling this right now. After all, Heero was his latest lover, so it was only natural. It was only natural that he was thinking how Heero's body collapsed onto his, still trembling from the force of his orgasm. How he would ask Duo to hold him, to stay inside of him, just a little longer... How he would whimper when they parted, and then Duo would bend down and kiss him passionately. How he would smile then, so sweet and happy, and then they would promise to do more of this at home.
They never did though. That was the last time. Things got a little crazy after that. Work got harder and more demanding, and the two grew apart for some time. Slowly but surely, Duo had began to loose interest. The routine was killing him. He had to get out. He couldn't stand it. Get up, go to work, come home, have dinner, have sex, go to sleep, get up, go to work, come home... After a life filled with adrenaline rushing activities, he simply couldn't handle it.
He became bitter and angry at the world, and at himself. He was angry with himself for becoming so damn ordinary. Heero didn't seem to mind. He seemed to love the routine. He hung to it desperately, wanting nothing but the comfort of habit. So Duo decided that Heero could keep his routine, but he was out. Out to seek something more. More than what he had. More than Heero. More than everything.
Duo sighed and dropped his head down, pillowing his head in his arms. He peeked at Heero from between his arms, pouting. He watched the boy was he straightened up, stirring his coffee. His eyes locked on those amazingly long and pale fingers, holding the teaspoon as it spun. He whimpered silently and closed his eyes, his erection throbbing.
But it was aching to touch something that he no longer had. Something he had given up on. He should really stop thinking like this. It was Hitomi that he liked. This was only his body playing tricks on him. He wanted something new. He NEEDED something new. Maybe he should call Hitomi and they'll go out somewhere tonight. That will keep these thoughts from crawling into his mind.
* * *
Unfortunately for him, Hitomi was busy that evening. That meant that he had to stay home, doomed to sit and brood in his boredom.
He arrived to his and Heero's apartment late that evening, after being asked to take care of a few things in the office. He walked through the door, sighing to himself, and turned on the lights.
He was surprised to see Heero, lying on the couch, deep asleep.
Duo smiled slightly and shook his head. "Couldn't even make it to the bed, eh?" He chuckled to himself, walking over to the couch. He stood by the sofa, just looking down at the sleeping figure. He noticed that the blanket was nearly falling off of Heero's slim form, so he bent down and tucked him in, careful not to wake him.
Heero sighed pleasantly and turned in his sleep, his back now facing Duo. The braided boy found himself pouting at the action, wanting to catch a glimpse of Heero's face again.
"What am I thinking!?" He berated himself, shaking his head from side to side. "Gawd! I should take a cold shower or something..." He added quietly, walking out of the living room.
* * *
When he was out of the shower he saw that Heero was awake, standing by the refrigerator. He was wearing his shorts and a large, loose, white tank top, his hair messy from sleep. Duo smiled at the boy and went over to the kitchen as well.
"Heya buddy! Slept well?"
Heero turned, a bit startled to hear Duo's voice, like he hadn't been expecting him to speak. "H-hai." He finally answered, looking like he didn't know what to say next.
"You pulled quite a nasty stunt back in the office. Got Une blowing some steam, eh?"
"Aa." Heero answered quietly, turning back to the fridge.
"So I gather you had a good time last night?" Duo questioned teasingly, elbowing Heero.
This time, Heero didn't answer, and just kept looking through the fridge.
Duo sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter, folding his arms across his chest. He forced on a smile and looked up at Heero. "Ya hungry?" He asked, trying to pick up some sort of a conversation. "Cuz I'm starved!" He added with another forced smile, eyeing Heero carefully. The boy was awfully quiet, even more than usual.
Seconds went by and Heero still didn't answer.
Duo sighed, bowing his head slightly. "Heero?"
"Huh?" The boy asked dumbly, looking up from the fridge. He was holding a cup of yogurt in one hand, and an apple in the other.
"I asked if you're hungry. Maybe we can make us something nice?"
"Oh... I... I can't. Sorry." Heero answered, closing the fridge.
Duo frowned. "Why not?"
"I'm... I'm not hungry." He let out, and turned to walk away, still holding the apple and yogurt.
Duo's frown deepened and his eyes narrowed, focusing on the food. "Then why are you eating?"
"Johnson has to come and pick me up." The Japanese boy explained, his back facing Duo. "We're going out to have dinner." He added quickly and walked out of the kitchen, sipping his yogurt.
Duo raised an eyebrow, very much confused. "Ya sure you're not hungry?" He called after Heero, a little concerned about his behavior.
Heero stopped in his tracks and turned to face Duo. "I can fix you something up if you want."
"Oh no! No! There's no for you to bother over it..." Duo hurried to say. "Just enjoy your date!" He added with a smile.
Both boys just stood there for a few silent and awkward moments, staring at one another. Finally, Heero nodded and walked away, taking another sip from his yogurt.
Duo frowned and followed him with his gaze, very much confused. His stomach then rumbled and he blushed, looking away. He turned to make himself some dinner.
* * *
Duo leaned on the windowsill; hand over his chest, looking down at the street. It was dark and mostly empty, only one car parked under the nearest streetlight. Next to the car, stood two figures, one large and tall, the other small and fragile looking. Duo's eyes narrowed as he examined the tall figure. He followed the man's hand as he raised it up to caress the other figure's cheek.
Anger flashed in Duo's eyes and he leaned closer to the window, glaring at Johnson. He noticed Heero flinch back a little as the man petted him, and he followed the boy's gaze back to Johnson. The man was speaking now, looking quite angry. His movements were gentle, but his words seemed nasty. He gestured at the car with one hand, using his other hand to turn Heero's head towards the car as well. He shouted something more, stomping his foot on the ground. Heero just bowed his head, staying quiet.
Duo tensed as he saw Johnson turn back to the Japanese boy, grabbing his hands in his fists. Heero looked up at him then, a sorrowful look on his face. He said a few words, which Duo couldn't possibly hear, but he could tell that it was an apology. Heero always looked like he was about the cry when he was really sorry. And he would always offer a sad little smile when he apologized.
Duo sighed and allowed himself to relax when Johnson's features softened and the large man bent down to kiss his boyfriend. It seemed that Heero was forgiven, but for some reason; Duo didn't move an inch and kept looking down at the couple. He watched them as they exchanged a few words, eyeing Heero carefully as the man moved around him. He watched Heero as he waited for Johnson to walk into the car and unlock the door for him.
He frowned when he suddenly realized what the boy was wearing. It was ANOTHER ugly, checkered, shirt. He had NEVER seen Heero wear such a shirt. Usually the boy wore simple t-shirts and tank tops, things that were simple and comfortable. He didn't like buttoned up shirts, not to mention CHECKERED. Come to think of it, since Heero and Johnson got together, Heero seemed to do all sorts of things Duo knew he didn't like. Like this one time Johnson took him to a baseball game, or down to the tracks. One time Heero had mentioned they went to a casino, or some kind of club Duo knew Heero would never EVER go to...
Maybe he was following his advice and trying new things. Who knew, with Heero, it was always hard to tell.
Duo sighed and turned away from the window. He heard the car drive off, and sighed again. He eyed the dark and empty apartment, feeling a little lonely. He turned on the television to have some noise around, and walked into the kitchen. He looked through the fridge, trying to find something to eat, but it was mostly empty. It was Heero's turn to do the shopping, but it seemed that the boy didn't get around to do it. Either that or he bought food only to himself. Usually Duo didn't mind, since he hardly ate at home, but now he was hungry. And bored. And lonely. And still a little horny.
Closing the fridge, the braided boy walked into the living room. He just stood there, looking around. The place was a mess. Duo wondered if Heero had stopped bothering himself with the housework. He couldn't remember the last time he thought about housework. He took it for granted, because when he was home, it would always be clean, there would always be food and there would always be Heero.
But now, there was none. Now, it was Heero who was out all the time.
With nothing better to do, Duo began to clean up the place.
* * *
"And are you gonna be free soon then?"
"It's really hard to tell. My agent said it might take a few more days."
"Does it take so long to shoot a damn magazine?"
"It's a lot of pictures."
"So... no dinner tonight? It's the third time you canceled this week!" Duo whined into the phone, desperation in his voice.
On the other side of the line, Hitomi sighed. "I'm really sorry Duo, but no. I have to get up early tomorrow. I haven't time tonight."
"You're not even free for lunch, tomorrow?"
"Sorry, Duo."
"The day after tomorrow then."
Again a sigh. "Duo..."
"The day after?"
"Duo, I can't. I'm sorry. How many times do I have to tell you?!" Hitomi sighed in annoyance.
Duo bowed his head, his eyes sliding shut. He closed his fist around the receiver. "I'm sorry. I over-reacted. It's just that I... I miss you."
Hitomi chuckled. "You're a sweet guy, Duo, and I miss you too, but you have to understand that I have a lot of work to do, now that spring is about to come. We have a whole new collection to present."
"I understand." Duo let out sadly. "Call me when you have time, kay?"
"I sure will, Duo." The girl replied with a smile. "I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Bye."
"Bye..." The braided boy let out, his face downcast. The line was terminated, and Duo just kept holding the phone, frozen in his place. He stared numbly at his feet, sinking in his misery.
Right then, Heero walked into the living room, after coming out of the shower. It was Friday afternoon, and the two just came back from work about three hours ago. Duo had taken his turn in the shower first, positive that he has a date waiting for him. But he was proven wrong.
Heero stopped in his tracks when he saw Duo standing by the phone, his entire demeanor downcast. His back was facing him, so Heero couldn't see his face, but he guessed that they were gloomy as well, something that was very unlike Duo.
"Duo?" He finally spoke, taking a step towards the boy.
"Yeah..?"
"Are you all right?"
The braided boy sighed deeply. "...yeah."
"Are you sure?" Heero tried again, unconvinced.
"It's nothing, Heero, don't worry." He let out, slowly putting the phone down. He turned to face the other boy, and was surprised to see him wearing nothing but a pair of ragged sweatpants and a tee shirt, which meant that he... that he wasn't planning on going out!
A smile crept up to Duo's face and he grinned at his friend. "Hey, Heero! You're home tonight, right? Maybe we can do something! Ya know, get pizza and watch an old movie or something! Just like old times!"
Heero smiled weakly at Duo's sudden enthusiasm, but shook his head. "I'm sorry, Duo, but I'm going out in a few hours."
Duo's grin suddenly dropped. "Oh."
An awkward silence fell between the two.
"Well, um... can't ya cancel or something? It's only one night..." Duo suggested, looking up hopefully. "We didn't do this for a long time... could be nice, ne?"
Heero swallowed and bowed his head a little. "I don't know... I promised Johnson I'll--"
"Just tell him you're not feeling well! C'mon, Heero, it'll be fun! You choose the movie!"
Heero chuckled lightly at the offer. He looked up at Duo, hesitation in his eyes. Duo kept looking at him, face hopeful, eyes begging him to ease the loneliness even by a little bit.
Finally, Heero sighed and looked away. "I'll see what I can do..."
* * *
"This is great, no? I can't remember the last time we sat together like this..." Duo commented casually, throwing some popcorn into his mouth.
"Aa." Heero let out quietly, and shifted in his seat on the couch, making sure not to brush past Duo's body in the process. His whole body was tense with nervousness, and he was sitting with his arms on his lap, unmoving. He barely touched the pizza Duo ordered, and he had a hard time concentrating on the movie they were watching. He was too busy trying to figure out why Duo was being so friendly and nice, suddenly begging for his company. He had to lie to Johnson in order to get free for the night, but he wondered where he would have had more fun: being anxious and nervous here, or enduring Johnson's company for another night.
"I bet Corela did it. She's such a bitch! Ten bucks she killed Ahmed!" Duo chatted on, leaning back into the sofa. Heero flinched as their hands touched. He moved away a little, blushing.
"Ha! What a moron!" Duo exclaimed, rolling back in a fit of laughter.
Heero forced himself to smile back at the laughing boy. He had no idea what was so funny. He wasn't paying much attention to the movie. He looked back at the TV screen, frowning. He tried to think of something to say to Duo, but he couldn't find a proper topic. It was so strange, once he could have told him almost EVERYTHING. But now, it was just too awkward.
Duo wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eyes, still smiling. He turned to look at Heero, wanting to share the joke with the silent boy. The smile faded the minute he realized that Heero wasn't paying much attention to the movie. His head was facing the opposite side, deep in thought.
"Heero," Duo began, reaching a hand towards his friend.
Slowly, Heero turned to look at him.
Duo smiled kindly and took Heero's hand in his. "Is the movie too boring? You wanna do something else?"
Heero looked down at their hands as if seeing them joined like that was a strange and unthinkable thing.
"Heero?"
He looked up at Duo, slowly raising his head up.
"Are you tired? Is that it? You didn't seem to get much sleep lately."
He was surprised that Duo noticed. He looked back down at their hands, slowly pulling his hand back from Duo's grasp. "That's not it..."
"What is it then?" Duo asked, concerned. "You know that you can tell me ANYTHING." He assured the boy, again reaching for his hand.
This time, Heero didn't pull away, and just stared numbly at their hands. He took a deep breath, and slowly turned to meet Duo's eyes. "Duo I..."
"Yes?" Duo asked, anxious to hear what Heero had to say.
"I... Um... I wanted to--"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The pounding on the front door cut Heero in mid-sentence, and both boys looked up, confused.
"Who the hell pounds like an asshole this late at night?!" Duo growled, glaring at the door.
"I'll get it." Heero sighed and got up. He walked over to the door, feeling Duo's gaze on him. He unlocked all the locks and then slowly opened the door. He gasped as he was met with the face of one angry and unhappy Johnson.
Heero's hand dropped down from the doorknob, and he stood there, shocked.
"Feeling better, I presume?!" Johnson snarled, pushing the door open the rest of the way.
"I... uh..." Heero began stammering, his eyes glued to the floor. "I..."
"I'm a liar, you were about to say?" The man asked angrily, glaring down at Heero.
"No, you don't understand!" Heero protested, his head snapping up to look at the taller man. "It's just that I..."
"Wanted to stay home for one fucking night." Duo's voice came from behind the two. Heero whirled around, stunned by the sight of his roommate approaching the door. His eyes widened as he realized Duo was not at all happy. He was glaring at Johnson.
The German was also busy glaring down at Duo. "Mind your own fucking business, Maxwell. If you've forgotten, Heero is with ME now."
"Chk! Doesn't seem like it to me." Duo spat, looking at the man in disgust. "To me it seems like he wants to stay home tonight."
Heero looked up from Johnson to Duo, and then back again. The two were glaring at each other like sworn enemies, battling a battle of will. He swallowed and looked away, lost as to what to do.
"We had a date scheduled for tonight." Johnson snarled, snatching Heero's hand and puling the boy closer to him.
"Well, tough luck!" Duo called back, grabbing Heero's other hand, and pulling the boy towards him.
"Fuck off asshole! And keep your hands off my lover!" The man roared, puling Heero towards him again.
Heero gasped as he was yanked towards the bigger man, crashing against his chest. He tried to pull his hand away, looking up at Johnson. "Let me go." He asked, not liking the way the man was looking at Duo. "Johnson, please. Let me go and then we can leave."
Johnson tore his gaze away from the braided youth, and turned to look down at Heero. Heero looked back at him, his eyes shimmering with plea.
"Just stop fighting... okay? I'll get dressed and then we can go."
"I thought you wanted to stay home tonight." Duo reminded him, forcing himself not to glare up at Johnson.
"It doesn't matter, Duo, just... just don't fight over it. It really isn't that important..." The boy pleaded them, looking at Duo, hoping to make him understand.
"Are you sure?" Duo asked, still not convinced.
"Of course he's sure!" Johnson called in annoyance.
"I asked HIM, not you!" Duo shouted back.
Finally, Heero was able to free himself from the man's grip, while the two were still arguing. He sighed and then looked up at them both. "I'll just get dressed and we'll go..." He mumbled, already running towards his bedroom.
Johnson smiled victoriously, and Duo kept glaring.
* * *
Weeks flew by even slower than before. Heero was still seeing Johnson, and Duo was still fighting for a few precious hours with his girlfriend. It was so frustrating for him. He would try to convince Heero to stay home more often, but the boy wouldn't be convinced. He was always out with Johnson. Duo guessed that it made them official lovers now, and that Heero had finally moved on.
He was fully assured of that when one day, when he walked into Heero's bedroom, he was faced with a shocking revelation.
"You're moving out?!" Duo called, completely stunned. He had just walked into Heero's bedroom, only to find the boy crouching down in front of a large box, putting his things inside. A large suitcase was on the bed, wide open and full with clothes.
"Yes." Heero answered quietly, putting a few books into the box. His back was facing Duo, who was standing in the doorway.
"Wha... I mean... wh-why? Where?"
"Johnson." Heero answered quietly, arranging his things inside the box.
"WHAT?!" Duo burst, gaping at Heero. "You're moving in with... with... with HIM?!"
"Yes." Heero replied silently, coming still and just staring down at the box.
"But... but why?!"
"It's for the best." Heero answered, closing the box. "I'm just getting in your way here." He added silently, getting up, holding the box in his hands.
Duo watched him, stunned, as he slowly walked out the bedroom's door. "Heero!" He called after him, whirling around to look at the boy.
Heero stopped in the middle of the hallway, but didn't turn to face Duo.
"Are you two sleeping together?"
"Yes."
Duo flinched at Heero's unexpected answer. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else being buried inside Heero's warmth. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, preparing for the next question. Slowly, he looked up at Heero.
"Do you love him?"
This time the boy remained silent. He just stood there, holding the box, his back facing Duo and his head bowed.
"Heero?"
"It's for the best, Duo." Heero suddenly whispered. "I can't stay here anymore. I just... I just can't. It's too much. It's not good for either of us."
"But--"
"Like you said, Duo, we need to try new things. We need to move on. It can't go on like this."
Duo bowed his head sadly. "But moving in with this guy..."
"You and Hitomi can have my bedroom, I don't mind." Heero stated, and then continued walking out of the hallway.
Duo opened his mouth to reply, but it was too late. Looking up, he saw Heero walk out the door.
Duo sighed and dropped his head down, shoulders slumped.
"Heero..."
TBC...