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"Stuck in the Closet with You "Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 1x2 Warnings: yaoi, oneshot, humour Rating: NC 17 Summary: written for adaina's prompt - How about
a 1=2 get together fic where the other pilots lock Heero and Duo in
a closet to force them to communicate? "Stuck in the Closet with You "
Duo stumbled into the room: the door swung shut behind him with a dull, heavy thud. For a few seconds, he was shocked by the utter darkness. He could feel the wall at his back and the wooden floor under his feet, but nothing else was clear. Something was damp under his feet, he could feel its tendrils licking at his ankle. Something featherlight but sticky drifted past his nose, dragging across the tip and making him want to sneeze. He reached a hand back and pushed tentatively against the closed door. It didn’t budge. He tutted: worry started to nag at him. Then there was a sudden scraping sound to the right of him, as if someone – or something - had suddenly realised he was there and heard him sigh. And turned towards him. “Wh… what’s that?” he muttered. The tone of his echo confirmed the size of the place. Small. Very small. He didn’t expect any reply. But he got one, all the same. “Maxwell? Is that you?” Duo bit his lip to hold back a gasp. “Yuy? What the hell are you doing in here?” Some of the utter darkness shifted, at the corner of Duo’s field of vision. Its shapeless mass may have been a bestial monstrosity, or just the shape of another, equally cramped young man. Duo’s reaction had been to assume the first – but then, he had ongoing issues with Heero Yuy that probably had something to do with that. “Stupid question, Maxwell," Heero’s voice snapped back. "And one I was just about to ask you.” Nah, Duo thought wryly, whatever he personally thought of Heero Yuy, that was the voice of a mere man. An extremely annoyed man. He peered at the black blob, trying to see Heero's features. Most of the time he tried to avoid them, of course. OK, so they were cute; arranged in a good-looking pattern; somehow able to make Duo’s breath hitch quite painfully, whenever he caught Heero’s unexpected gaze on him. But he wasn’t going to waste time wondering what the hell that was all about, that was for sure, because Heero Yuy was also the most infuriating pain in the ass he’d ever worked with, wasn’t he? Everything had to be perfect for him: everything by the book. OK, so he, Duo, cut a few corners now and then, but didn’t everyone? In the office, Heero did that peering thing that made team mates feel like worms trapped on a proverbial hook, rattling orders out to them while he rummaged around mentally for their weaknesses and shortcomings. And he always seemed to be at Duo’s elbow, waiting for him to trip up someplace or other. Guy made it a career choice. But surely this was taking that resume a step too far? Following Duo into... The janitor's closet? "So how come your ass is stuck in here, too?" Duo didn't have time for small talk, and he was damned sure he wasn’t going to waste it on Yuy even if he did. Creeping up on him like that! Duo’s skin goose bumped for several reasons that were obvious to him, and then maybe some that weren’t. Heero sighed. Duo’s pale face was coming into focus as his eyes got used to the lack of lighting. Of all the people to be in here with…! He kept his expression deliberately blank. "An accident, that's all. I don't need to explain anything to you. Just open the door and let's get out of here." Duo frowned. There was an odd tone to Heero's voice - the familiar sharpness and scorn was less... sharp and scornful, if that were possible. Was the guy nervous about something? Nah, Duo thought. Not Heero Yuy. "Sorry, no go," he answered. “I can’t do that.” "Don't mess about," Heero growled. "It was obviously your own stupid fault that you stumbled in here in the first place, but I definitely need to be out, and quickly. I have important reports to complete." Duo rolled his eyes, though the effect was rather lost in the dark. "You're not the only guy with things to do, places to go," he snapped back. The damp tendrils around his ankles were making him uneasy. "But I meant what I said, I can’t. The door's stuck. I just tried it." Heero made a scornful noise through his nose - one that Duo knew well from previous experience. He pushed awkwardly past Duo, treading on Duo's left foot and catching the end of his braid in his belt buckle. "Hey!" Duo protested, flattening himself against the wall to avoid any further damage. Heero leant heavily against the door and pushed. Nothing moved for him, either. "It's just an internal door," he muttered. "It shouldn't be this difficult to shift. Have you jammed it, or something?" "For God's sake!" spluttered Duo. He could feel the anger rising, and swiftly. "Why the hell would I do that? Why the hell would I want to spend any imaginable amount of time with you, alone and mightily pissed, in an enclosed space, in the near-pitch dark, with some relative of the creature from the blue lagoon curling around my feet?" Heero's breath was quickening. The guy was insufferable, but then that was nothing new, was it? "The feeling's mutual, I can tell you,” he fired back. “Be quiet, I have to think." But wasn’t that the whole problem? Duo Maxwell was the single most significant hazard of his working life. Being around Maxwell meant that he never had enough time or peace to think sensibly. Being around Maxwell made him angry and frustrated, and about 78% of the time he didn’t know the reason why. Maxwell had the sharpest reactions of the whole department and a fine, analytical brain but he hid the whole package away behind flippancy and cynicism and constant confrontation. Heero had no time for such attention-seeking. If he presumed to criticise, Duo would glare at him, his eyes full of challenge and a deep rich blueness that made Heero feel – most definitely against his will, you understand – that he was falling into something deep and strong, that would sweep his feet out from underneath him. He didn’t dare spend any time analysing that feeling. Meanwhile, he could feel a bucket or something digging into the back of his calf, and he could hear the other man's breathing near to his ear. It unsettled him, and caused yet more feelings that he didn’t want to analyse. He felt his chest tighten with the tension. He needed this like the proverbial hole in the head. "It's a malfunction of the lock. I'll call maintenance." Duo made a tutting sound again. His cell was already open, gleaming dully in his palm. "I just tried while you were doing your Hercules impression. No signal. There never has been, down here in the basement." Heero straightened up. In the light from the display, he could see a thin strand of cobweb in Duo’s hair. He bit back a shudder, without really understanding what caused it. "This is ridiculous. I don't know what the hell Trowa was thinking of when he said I'd find it down here -" He clamped his mouth shut, but he knew it was already too late. "Trowa? Trowa sent you down here?" Duo's tone was a mixture of amusement and frustration. "Quatre did the same to me, you know. Said the box of stuff I was looking for was down here and he'd come with me to fetch it. Funnily enough, he was right up behind me, but only until I opened the door to go in..." "So was Trowa..." Heero had thought Duo was a moron for getting stuck in here, but this sounded ominously familiar. "He was in the elevator with me, but I don't actually remember him following me down the corridor. Wufei was there, though, and I called him over to give me a hand in case the boxes were too heavy for one person. Then..." He frowned. He remembered looking into the darkness of the room and then a firm, startling hand at his back. He glanced over at Duo. The remembrance of a hand touching him made him think, irrationally, of Duo. Always so tactile, always slapping a workmate’s shoulder, always shaking hands, running fingers through his hair. He imagined how Duo’s hand might feel on his spine. Running down his back. He shivered. He was aware how close they were – how if it wasn’t for the dark, Duo would be able to see how he was blushing with embarrassment. Imagine falling for such a childish trick… "They trapped us in here. What the hell is the matter with them?" Duo shrugged: Heero saw the graceful movement of his shoulders, even in the dim light. "Some kind of joke?" Heero made another of the angry noises that Duo had once spent a lunchtime cataloguing. "You think this is amusing?" Duo stood as still as he could, listening to Heero's angry words. The man’s breath was hot and smelled of dark coffee. He could imagine Heero’s mouth, expelling it, the lips slightly moist and thickened with outrage, yet still so…. Duo found he was leaning in towards him, and just stopped himself in time. "No way is it amusing," he said, slowly, through gritted teeth. "In fact, I think we're both suffering some major sense of humour failure." He moved his foot, and something toppled and fell with a clatter. Heero made a kind of surprised, yelping sound. "What the hell was that?" gasped Duo. God, did he hate crawling things! "I told you there was something lurking in here. For God's sake, get it, kill it or something, I've left my gun back in my desk-" Heero coughed, exaggeratedly. He lifted something up, something slim and tall with a head of snaky, slippery tendrils. Duo groaned. "It's the janitor’s mop," Heero said, dryly. "How are your homicidal tendencies feeling now?"
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