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"Going the Distance"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, language, violence, sex, AU Pairings: 1x2x3 Summary: Duo Maxwell has just signed on to join Team Gundam Wing, an upstart League of Legends team looking to win the World Championships. Duo Maxwell, the first openly gay professional gamer. Duo Maxwell, the guy hated by almost all of Reddit. Duo Maxwell, the guy whose own brother hates him. Duo Maxwell, the guy who really just wants to find a team that doesn't hate him. A/N: This fic is an AU that has the boys playing
professional League of Legends. I'm going to try my best to not get
bogged down too much in game terminology or things like that, but,
well, I WILL reference the game and try to explain as much as I can,
as I go. I'm also way too lazy to make up "new" teams for
the league, so I will be using existing teams and players, with the
exceptions of Team Gundam Wing, Zodiac Gaming, and the Valkyries.
So… I will be referencing real people and real teams. "Going the Distance" Chapter Seventeen Robots were invading. Alien robots that had some kind of alarm system that - Duo rolled and fell onto a hard, rough surface. He opened his eyes and it took him a moment to figure out where the hell he was and what was happening. He had fallen asleep on the pool chair, and had rolled off and fallen onto the concrete deck. Duo groaned and sat up. He had scratched his face and he rubbed at it, thankful that he hadn't actually opened up any cuts. The robot invasion was still going on, and he turned to see his phone vibrating and ringing its way towards the ground. He caught it just as it tipped over the edge of the pool chair. It was three a.m. And Trowa was calling him. Shit. He thumbed on the phone. "Hey - ouch." Speaking tugged at his lip, at the cut from Solo's punch, and he reached up to his mouth to feel fresh blood. "It's three in the morning - are you coming back?" Trowa sounded sleepy, as though he had just woken up and seen that Duo wasn't there. "Yeah. Sorry. I lost track of time and fell asleep." "Oh." There was a moment of silence from Trowa. "You don't have to come back if you're... just be safe." Duo frowned, and then realized what Trowa was thinking. "No, no, no. I wasn't with anyone. I just fell asleep up here by the pool. I, I'll be right down." He hung up before he could embarrass himself or create yet another misunderstanding. It was ridiculous to think that Trowa was jealous over the thought of Duo with someone else - ridiculous that he was filled with a weird sort of satisfaction over the fact that Trowa had woken up in the middle of the night and called him because he wasn't in the room. But, ridiculous or not, he found himself almost smirking as he rode the elevator down to his floor. Almost, because a full on smirk was painful and he really didn't want to drip blood everywhere. So a half smirk. A half smirk because Trowa clearly cared, at least a little. And - "What the hell happened to your face?" Not exactly the greeting Duo had hoped for when he opened the door to their hotel room, but the entry light was on and Heero and Trowa were both sitting up in their bed, shirtless and staring at him with narrowed eyes. "Oh." Duo rubbed his knuckle against his lip again but it came away unbloodied this time. "Nothing. I fell." And he had, after the fact, but all the same... "You fell," Trowa echoed. Heero got out of the bed and walked over to him, slapping on the main light in the room and Duo winced at the harsh, sudden brightness. Heero grabbed his jaw and forced Duo to look at him. He ran his hand over the scratch on the side of Duo's face and his thumb hovered just over Duo's lip, barely brushing the skin underneath the cut. Duo shivered and stepped away. "How did you fall?" Heero demanded. "The usual way. I lost my balance." Trowa rose as well as took his turn staring at Duo's face. Duo rolled his eyes. "Relax, you two. I just -" "How did you fall?" Heero asked again. "I - I fell asleep and when my phone rang I rolled out of the pool chair and fell onto the deck. It was concrete. It hurt." "Did you hit your lip or the side of your face first?" Trowa asked. Duo glared at him. "I don't remember. I was half asleep." "You're a shitty liar," Heero muttered. "I am not - I really did fucking fall." Heero crossed his arms. "You've got a split lip and a bruise on your chin - and then just scraped skin on the side of your face. Something happened and then you fell." "Jesus. What is this, CSI? The phone rang. I woke up. I freaked out. I rolled over. I fell. I'm a clumsy fucking moron. Can we let it go and get some sleep? It's three in the morning after all." They continued to stare at him, but Duo refused to budge. Eventually, Trowa sighed. "Fine." He gave an angry shrug of his shoulders and stalked back to his bed. Heero's gaze lingered on Duo's face for another moment, but then he joined him. Duo rolled his eyes at their dramatics, but he turned off the lights and stripped down to his boxers before gratefully climbing into his bed. So much for being happy that they cared. -o- They still seemed pissed at him the next morning, dressing and showering without any long, lustful looks and that was fine. It was just fucking fine and Duo was just over everything by the time they went downstairs and met the other guys for breakfast and Quatre and Relena stared at his face like he was a leper. "He fell," Heero muttered, his voice betraying his disgust with Duo. "Oh. Are you okay?" Relena asked. "I'm fine." Duo was glad Hilde wasn't there, glad their schedules were different enough that she was already at the convention center and hopefully he wouldn't see her until later, until he'd burned off his frustration or buried it under the pile of shame and failure when they lost their last two games today. After breakfast they headed towards the taxis, but Wufei grabbed Duo's arm, holding him back from joining the others immediately. "What?" Duo snapped, in absolutely no mood to take crap from Wufei. "I'm sorry," Wufei said, his voice deep and sincere. "Huh?" Duo wondered what, of the many things, he could possibly be apologizing for. "I'm sorry about Solo. I asked him to speak with you. I didn't realize - I should not have pried." Duo stared at him. Solo had said something, hadn't he? Had said he was only speaking to Duo because he'd been advised to try to fix things. "Why? Why did you ask him to speak to me?" Wufei looked away, sighed, and then met Duo's gaze again. "I don't hate you. For all that we do not... see eye to eye, I respect you. You're a good player and you are an annoying, but a good person. I know how much Solo means to you and we were talking and I... I told him that you were the same brother he has always had, and you still love him and need him and he should try to fix this. I didn't realize it would make things worse," Wufei added and glanced towards Duo's mouth. He wondered if Solo had said something, or if Wufei just put two and two together. Duo shrugged. "Yeah, well... I don't think it made things worse," he admitted, and he had one of those weird moments of clarity, where he just thought about it and realized. "You care, and I appreciate that. He... he still loves me, we just can't really... I don't know. We aren't who we used to be and we don't know how to change it and I guess I'm done wishing for things I can't have." He shrugged again. "It's done with." And it was, as far as Duo was concerned. He was done - done caring what Reddit said about him ruining Solo's life, done caring about the fact that Solo ignored him during every post-game handshake. He was done letting himself get shoved around and he was done wasting his energy on all of this shit. He drew in a deep breath and forced a smile, and then winced when he lip stretched. "Look, man, we've got some games to lose horribly. Let's get a move on before the guys send out a search party." Wufei regarded him with a concerned from but Duo turned and walked through the lobby, to the taxis, and he hoped Wufei followed without questioning him again. Once at the Riocentro they settled into the holding room, Heero setting up his mouse and keyboard and doing a custom game and Duo decided to follow his example, setting up his own game and trying his damnedest to ignore the way Trowa was glaring at the back of his head. Quatre called them to attention a few minutes before their game was scheduled to begin. "So today we're going up against the best two teams in the world - Naijin White Shield and Royal Club and we have to play the games back to back and we're probably going to lose." Duo blinked and stared at him. This was not Quatre's normal pep talk speech. "Um..." Quatre held up his hand and Duo shut his mouth. Best not to piss him off - especially if this was how he was starting things off. "We've come a long way since the beginning of the season. We had an amazing Spring Split and we kicked ass in the playoffs and we are the best team in North America but this is our first time on the international stage. I'm really proud of everything we've done together and I think we're incredible but there's one thing we've never been good at and this is almost our last chance to do it." Duo frowned. He had absolutely no idea where Quatre was going with this and it looked like everyone else was just as lost. "Fun. We suck at just playing to have fun and that's what we're going to do today. When we're all at World's in October - and I'm sure even Wufei will make it there - we'll be more experienced and we won't get beaten like we did yesterday. But today we are going to have fun." "When you say fun..." Wufei spoke up, a hesitant look on his face that made Duo snort with laughter. He made fun sound as awful as murder. "When I say fun I mean that you are going to play Teemo in the top lane." Wufei stared, and so did everyone else. "Are you serious?" Duo had to ask. Quatre nodded. "Yes. I am. We are going to go out there and have fun, damnit. I'm going to play Blitzcrank, Wufei is going to play Teemo - and you're going to play something stupid in the Jungle and Heero and Trowa are going to do something stupid in the bot lane too. We're all going to play something stupid and have fun." "We can finally do the Nidalee and Thresh lane," Trowa murmured and Quatre shook his head. "No. Not Thresh - you always -" "Not me. Heero will be on Thresh." "Oh." Quatre grinned. "I like it." He turned to Duo and arched an eyebrow. "I'm not going to play Ziggs," he muttered, because there was fun, and then there was just stupid. "Please spare us," Wufei muttered and Duo found himself grinning at him. Wufei returned the expression. What the hell - they were about to never play together again, Wufei had sent Solo to beat him up - not really - and now they were starting to get along? "I'll Twitch," he decided. It wasn't a crazy choice, the Koreans did a Twitch jungle every once in a while, but it wasn't that common either. Quatre nodded, accepting that. Relena just shook her head. "At least the fans will love you," she muttered. "And we'll have fun," Quatre repeated and he held his hand out, waiting for them to put their hands in and do their normal cheer. -o- Duo had never been much of a dancer - when he and Hilde had been in high school she had dragged him to their senior prom and they had danced for a few songs before sneaking out and spending the rest of the night drinking on the beach until they woke up, soaking wet because the tide was coming in - but Hilde didn't seem to care. Relena had organized an outing for TGW - and Hilde - after their games on Thursday. They all went back to the hotel, changed into "real" clothes as per Relena's specifications, no t-shirts, jeans or track pants allowed, and then piled into a cab and headed over to Lapa, a neighborhood in Rio filled with tapas restaurants, bars and nightclubs. Hilde immediately dragged Duo out to dance with her at the first bar they went to, and while she seemed able to pick up the steps to the music and dance, Duo felt like an idiot as he shuffled along with her. A local couple spotted them and took pity on them both - the tall, dark skinned man swept Hilde off and taught her how to Samba while his female partner spent half an hour with Duo, teasingly correcting his attempts until he was finally less than pathetic and by the time they left the bar both Hilde and Duo were sweating and Duo felt marginally less embarrassed by his own feet. Relena had been adventurous enough to try to samba as well, dancing with another tourist while Quatre looked on with a frown and Wufei watched over all of them with a bored expression but did give in and allow Sally to manhandle him onto the dance floor eventually. Trowa and Heero didn't budge, however, they sat together, sipping on local beer and their eyes were dark as they watched and Duo caught them staring at him more than once, caught himself staring back and tripping a few times and by the time it was one a.m. and they all piled back into the van, tipsy and sweaty, Duo felt very aware of their stares, of the heat in their eyes and he could feel his heart pounding. "This was the best day," Relena sighed, resting her head on Quatre's shoulder and grinning goofily. She had finally pulled him out to dance with her, and Duo had seen the look on her face when Quatre wrapped his arms around her and spun her. Quatre smirked. "That it was," he agreed. He turned to grin back at the rest of the team. "See? Having fun is good for us." Duo snorted. But apparently it was. They had faced off against Naijin White Shield, the premier Korean team and the best team in the world, with their silly team composition and NWS had had no idea how to play against them. Duo still wasn't sure how, still didn't understand how it was even possible, but TGW had won, had dragged the game out long enough and Wufei, as Teemo had been able to sneak into their base with Duo and they had destroyed their Nexus, had won the game while Quatre, Heero and Trowa held off NWS from destroying their own base. The second game, against Royal Club, had seen the Chinese team immediately banning out Twitch, Teemo and Blitzcrank and TGW had laughed, had had to catch their breaths and actually figure out what the hell they were going to do because they couldn't think of anything sillier than what they had just done. But then Wufei asked to switch lanes with Trowa, to offer the world a sneak preview of what was coming, and Wufei had played Thresh pretty decently, keeping Heero alive in some tricky situations and Trowa had played Nidalee again, this time where she belonged, and Duo had pulled out his favorite Lee Sin Jungle and they had won that game too. Duo and Trowa had been play after play and Royal Club hadn't been able to respond until it was too late. And so, beyond all shadow of possibility, TGW would be in the Semifinal games tomorrow, playing against Fnatic again. Which meant that Sally ushered all of them off to bed as soon as they got back to the hotel, and they had stayed out far later than she had initially wanted them too - but Quatre had said this was their one chance to relax in Rio, that they needed the break from the stress, and Sally had given in. But of course, now they were all a little tipsy, even Duo, who wasn't twenty one, but it was Brazil and the drinking age was eighteen and Sally had turned a blind eye as he joined the others in a few celebratory beers. Tipsy, and aware of Heero and Trowa staring at him, of their almost tangible gazes on his ass as he walked out of the elevator in front of them and when he opened their hotel room door he could feel the thrill of anticipation in his fingertips. Trowa closed the hotel room door. It was suddenly too tense, too quiet and Duo scratched the back of his neck. "I, ah..." But then Heero and Trowa were kissing again, as if they knew that was the best way to get Duo to shut up, and Heero reached out for him, dragged Duo against them and kissed him too and it hurt a little, his lip still sore, but it felt good too, their hands on his body and his hands on theirs, one hand down the back of Trowa's pants, squeezing his ass and the other around Heero's neck, holding him close. "We've wanted to do this all night," Trowa muttered against Duo's skin, kissing and licking at the dried sweat on his neck. "Watching you dance - it's not fair, Duo, seeing you move like that." Duo groaned, aroused by Trowa's words and his touch. "You're distractingly sexy," Heero contributed, fingers tangled in Duo's hair. "I -" "Don't," Trowa warned, pulling away slightly from Duo's neck but at the same time reaching for his belt and his fly. "Don't overthink this. Don't misunderstand this. We want you. We want you in our bed tonight. All night." Duo swallowed hard. That sounded good. Really, really damn good, and when Trowa's fingers reached into his trousers and grasped his cock it felt really damn good too. But Trowa had said tonight - all night, sure, but tonight. Just one night. Just one more night. "No," Duo eased back from them, fought against his wants and his raging hormones and his need to feel Heero and Trowa's skin. Trowa frowned and Heero sighed. "What is it this time?" Duo felt a fair amount of his desire evaporate in a flash of anger. "What is it this time?" He echoed and then gave a dark laugh. "It's the same thing that it was last time, isn't it? You two want me - you want to fuck me and obviously I want to fuck you but that's all you want from me. You want me in your bed tonight - and maybe if we win Summer promotions or World's or Super Week or something you'll want me in your bed again because fucking Duo is great for celebrating but I want more than that. I'm not - I'm not here for you two to fuck when the mood strikes you. I'm gay. I'm openly gay and I'm fucking lonely and yeah, I'm lonely enough that I'd take it, that I'd take that extra night in bed with you if it wasn't today, if I hadn't had my own fucking brother punch me in the face last night and if I wasn't through with all of this shit and done having people not want me. But I'm more than a casual fuck. I don't care if you want some kind of friends with benefits thing with me but I can't do it - I can't fuck you and then just crawl back into my bed and hope you don't hate me in the morning every time this happens. I can't just sit there on the couch between you two hoping someone falls asleep because it'd be the one chance I have to fucking cuddle, ever and I really, really fucking miss that. I can't do it. I can't see the two of you with your secret whatever the fuck you have - with this perfect thing you two have where you don't even have to talk out loud and I can't sit beside you and pretend I don't want to be part of that and I can't fuck you and pretend that's enough for me. So just - just leave me the fuck alone. Please. Because I can't resist the two of you. I can't." Duo drew in a ragged breath, suddenly completely spent, and completely humiliated. He couldn't believe he had said all of that, couldn't believe that he had confessed that and fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was fucked now, for sure. But Heero and Trowa just stared at him. Duo zipped his pants back up, straightened his shirt and forced himself to calm down. "I'm just going to go out for a walk - I'll be back in an hour." Trowa opened his mouth to speak. "I'll set my alarm. I won't fall asleep by the pool again. I just - I just need to breathe." And he ran away, practically fleeing the hotel room and he did go back up to the pool, did let himself lay down and close his eyes and try to ignore the fact that he had once again made a complete fucking mess of everything. But an hour passed too quickly for that. Heero and Trowa were already in bed, the hotel room dark except for the light beside Duo's bed, which one of them had thoughtfully turned on for him, and Duo tried not to let that gesture fuck him over but it was hard. He undressed and he got into bed and turned off the light and he could hear Trowa and Heero shifting, clearly just as restless as he was, and it was several more hours before any of them fell asleep. -o- Duo was running more or less completely on Red Bull the next day, and he knew that the circles under his eyes no doubt mirrored those on Heero and Trowa's faces but no one commented, and only Relena arched an eyebrow, gave him a questioning look that Duo shook off. They played a best of five game series against Fnatic, and while TGW one the first game, Fnatic came back and won the next three, demonstrating amazing coordination and Duo knew that even if he was at his best - even if Trowa and Heero were too - they might have lost. So he felt guilty, but he wasn't ready to jump off a building from the shame of losing. Their losses hadn't been an embarrassment, they had been good games and shaking hands with the Fnatic players again, having xPeke smile at him and tell him he was going to be really tough to beat next time they played - it left Duo feeling hopeful for the Summer Season, for the chance of going to World's. The next day, Saturday, was the second day of semi-finals, with Naijin playing against the Saigon Jokers, and Duo opted to attend and watch the games with Wufei. Quatre, Relena and Hilde had decided to go swimming and have a day at the beach, and Heero and Trowa were going hiking in the nearby rainforest, and maybe Duo should have tagged along with someone - but he was a gamer, a nerd, and watching Naijin and Saigon play against each other, nudging Wufei's shoulder and calling out during great plays, was probably the most relaxing afternoon he had had in a long time. "I hate how much I like you now that I never have to put up with you again," Duo had to mutter as they left the center after Naijin won. Wufei smirked. "Perhaps this is the way it was meant to be," Wufei said and shrugged. "Besides, we're going to be playing against each other - you'll see me all of the time." "You mean I'll see your dead body when I help Trowa kill you," Duo corrected and Wufei rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming, Maxwell," he muttered, but he was smirking in response. They stopped to eat dinner on their way back to the hotel, at a hole in the wall restaurant just across the street, and there were a few other players there, mostly Europeans - but Duo instantly spotted Solo, chatting with Fnatic. Wufei hesitated. "We can go somewhere else." Duo shook his head. "Nah. Like you said - we'll be playing against each other all of the time. I'm done running away." Wufei gave him an odd look, but followed him into the restaurant. They were going to sit down at a table near the front, but xPeke saw them and waved them over, making room beside him for Duo to squeeze in when Solo shifted over to make room for Wufei on the opposite side of the table. "So tell us," Cyanide, Fnatic's Jungler, spoke up, "what crazy Jungler are you going to try next?" Duo laughed and crossed his arms. "I'm not going to just come out and tell you - you'll try to steal my ideas and pass them off as your own." Cyanide snorted. "As if. You probably have some illegal stream of the Chinese leagues and that's how you get your ideas." At the other end of the table, Wufei and Solo seemed to be deep in conversation, but Duo couldn't quite hear what they were saying. "Your support - he was so good in top lane," xPeke said, drawing Duo's attention back. Duo had to grin. He couldn't wait to tell Trowa that - he knew he wasn't the only one on TGW who had an xPeke hero worship complex. But then he sighed, knowing that, after last night, Trowa probably wouldn't be all that excited to talk to him. "Yeah," Duo agreed. "He is." "I'm surprised he still plays Support." Duo shrugged. The official announcement about the trade would come out next week, after the All Star Games were over, and he wasn't about to put his foot in it and break the news early. "He's just an amazing player," Duo said. xPeke nodded. "Have you ever tried Kassadin Jungle?" Duo had to laugh. xPeke was a legendary Kassadin player, had made his reputation on him, and asking Duo if he had ever tried Jungling with him was a pretty good compliment all on its own. The rest of the dinner was two hours of them talking shop, of probably the nerdiest conversation ever heard at that restaurant, but when Duo and Wufei left he felt good, revitalized, reminded of what he loved about this game and why he wanted to be a professional gamer. Wufei too seemed happy, not as upset about their losses that afternoon as he normally would have been. After saying goodnight at the elevator, Duo went back to his room, unlocking it and finding Heero and Trowa already in for the night, sitting in their bed reading. Unlike the other nights, however, they were wearing t-shirts, Heero his beloved Batman t-shirt and Trowa a faded MLG Raleigh t-shirt and Duo was grateful. He knew it had to be a conscious choice - knew that the two of them, aside from teasing Duo, really did feel comfortable in their own skins - but he was glad he didn't have to stare at them, to be confronted with what he was missing out on. He hesitated by his bed. "Have fun hiking today?" He asked, his question startling them. "Yeah," Trowa said. "It was relaxing." "And we had the chance to talk. To think over some things," Heero added. Duo looked up at that, at Heero's tone and his choice of words. "Oh? Always good to be able to do that," Duo said cautiously. Heero nodded in agreement and looked over at Trowa, who sighed. "I'm not sure what you really want from us, Duo," Trowa said. "Nothing," Duo said. "I don't - I think we really should just be friends. Teammates. I don't want to fuck with what you two have. I just... I can't just wait around hoping you're going to start making out in front of me and invite me to your bed again." "That's not what we want - that's not what we think of you," Heero said quickly. "We don't just think we can fuck you and ignore you. We don't want you to crawl back into your bed alone." "Then what?" Duo had to ask. "You two want to come out and what - try a threesome? Because if Reddit loves to load shit onto a single gay guy, think of what they'll say about TGW after they know three of us are cocksuckers." Heero scowled. "We're not out," Trowa said, "for that very reason. It's no one else's business what we do - we don't need to hear that garbage from them." "I don't need to hear it either, but I do," Duo pointed out. "Because you were forced to come out - you didn't even have the choice." Trowa gave him a hard look. "Would you have? Would you have come out if the assault report hadn't been leaked?" Duo had never been asked that, and now that Trowa was putting the question to him he realized how weird it was. Duo hadn't been given the choice, but everyone had just assumed he would have done it - that he didn't mind being outed. "No," he admitted. "I wouldn't have." Trowa nodded. "What we have together -" "What do you have together?" Duo interrupted. "I mean, what do you really have together? All you have is what's behind your closed bedroom door, isn't it? It's just sex. You don't get to be a couple - you don't get to date or show any kind of affection to each other." "Of course we do," Heero snapped. "Of course it isn't just sex. We get to spend every day together. We don't grope each other in public and we don't make idiots of ourselves, but we have a relationship. We have a partnership and we care about each other. We have more than sex, more than some secret behind closed doors." Duo drew in a deep breath. Maybe that had been harsh of him to say, and it had clearly offended both of them. "I get that you care about each other - and I - obviously you. I see the way you look at each other. But where the hell do I fit into that? You said this isn't just about casually fucking me - then what the hell is it? Because I am out - whether I wanted to be or not." "We don't know," Trowa admitted. Duo sighed. These two - who had plans for every contingency in a game - had no idea what they wanted from him, an actual person. "I don't want you to be lonely," Trowa said, his voice low and Duo had to look away from his green eyes. Fuck. He really shouldn't have just let the word vomit spew out last night. "We don't want to make you miserable," Heero added. "We can leave you alone, if that's what you want. But we - I don't know how this would work. I don't know what you want from us - what you realistically want from us because of course the three of us aren't going to parade around and invite the entire community to shit on us and TGW to terminate our contracts." Duo hadn't really considered that, hadn't thought about the fact that TGW probably could - that there was definitely a clause in there about upholding the team image. "I'm done being ashamed of who I am," he said, and he ignored how ragged his own voice sounded. "I'm not asking you to come out. I'm not asking you for anything. But I'm not going to just settle for one night here or there. I want more than that. I deserve more than that." "You do," Trowa agreed. "And we want more than that too." "But there's no way to make it work," Duo pointed out. He saw the resigned looks on their faces and gave them a sad smile and a shrug. "So that's just life, I guess. You guys care and I care but - well, nothing we can do about it, is there?" Heero looked like he wanted to say something else. Duo sighed. "Look, I'm glad we talked - I'm glad you two had the chance to talk and think about all of this and I'm glad we've got it out, in the open, but... there really isn't anything we can do and I'm fucking exhausted. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since we got here and I might seriously pass out while watching the final games tomorrow if I don't try to get some sleep tonight." Trowa sighed and Heero nodded. "Sleep well," Trowa said. "You guys too." Duo undressed, resolutely keeping his eyes on his sheets and then climbed into bed and turned out his light. It was another hour before Heero and Trowa turned off their light, and he listened to them settle into bed, looked over to see them form one solid lump in the middle and he knew they were spooning and yeah, they had established there was nothing they could do, but it didn't change the fact that Duo still wanted them, still wanted to get up and get into their bed and feel their arms around him and have Heero use him as a pillow again. -o- A note about their champions from game one: Teemo is... the trolliest pick the game has ever known. He's also my favorite. He's like this adorable little... beaver/rat/creature that shoots poison darts and plants poisonous mushroom traps. Like I said. Adorable. Oh and he turns invisible. He's NEVER played in serious competition. Twitch is a rat - can also turn invisible. Normally a Marksman. Blitzcrank is a support. He's a yellow robot who pulls people in and punches them and electrocutes things. He is NEVER played in the mid lane. Nidalee is a shapeshifter - she's a woman who transforms into a cougar - and she throws giant spears. She's actually played currently in top lane and is very strong. Thresh is the god of supports. ~ * ~ |
