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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 yawned and stretched out as best he could. His thigh was going into spasm and his neck had a crick in it. His hip knocked against Heero’s: during the last hour, they’d shifted around to sit together against the wall, facing the door. He blew out his breath, watching a puff of dust catch in the air. “You want another round of I-Spy?” Heero grunted. Duo knew by now that meant ‘No thanks’. Well, that’s what he assumed. When they’d first been in here, it had meant hostilities were being entered into. An hour or so after that, it was ‘Maybe there’s more to you than I previously thought’. By now, with both of them bored rigid and with various, awkward muscular cramps, Duo was assuming it meant ‘I treated you like shit, Maxwell, but I’m really gonna grovel now to make it up to you’. I can dream, he thought, morosely. Heero felt the pressure on his leg, but he neither protested nor moved away. He had to admit that the thought of a 79th round of I-Spy didn’t fill him with joy, but in a strange, unexpected way he was enjoying just sitting here with Duo. On their own. Feeling the other man wriggle against him, and especially the times when Duo gripped his shoulder, trying to move in the confined space and get more comfortable. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggested, a little tentatively. Duo frowned. “Nah. We’ve done hundreds of ‘em. My fingers are going numb from it.” Heero shrugged. “Your problem for going ‘rock’ every time.” It was a ridiculous game, but he’d kept it up, purely for the increasing pleasure he felt at touching Duo’s hand. Good God, he thought, unnerved by the strength of his feelings. Maybe one could go mad from such a confinement – like a relentlessly-dripping water torture. He certainly felt less than stable at the moment… “Help!” Duo suddenly shouted, half in Heero’s ear. The only thing that stopped Heero leaping into the air with shock was the fact that Duo had been doing the same thing every ten minutes for quite some time now. Mind you, the volume and enthusiasm had decreased in proportion to the hours that had passed. He shook his head. “Pathetic. You know no-one can hear us. Shouting’s not going to do any good, except wear you out.” Duo shrugged. At least he was warm here, nudging up against another body’s heat. He nudged again, to gain the most benefit. “If you’d remembered your damned gun, we could have blasted the lock open.” Heero frowned at him, though even his enthusiasm for that was waning by now. “You know it’s against company policy to roam the corridors armed.” He raised an eyebrow. “Despite any potential attack from Psychotic Mops.” Duo sneered back at him. Then he nudged up again. Might as well, right? He’d never been this close to Heero, for such a relatively long time, without either wanting to swing for him, or ducking to avoid Heero swinging for him. It was good, he realised. It felt oddly… right. He knew that things were getting a bit warm in his pants department, and kind of swelling, too. He frowned at himself: he tried to concentrate on cooling down. Then Heero’s shoulder brushed against his again, and Duo started worrying about whether the stress was making him stink of sweat; whether he had dirt all over his face; whether the cobwebs in his hair could be explained away as cute or just plain crappy… All a load of nonsense, he knew. He sighed deeply. Heero smiled slightly, and turned his head away. He’d been examining the cobwebs entangled in Duo’s braid. Or maybe just the braid, itself. Both were cute. He shuddered, hardly believing he’d thought such a word. Maxwell’s vocabulary was obviously contagious. It had to be the trade-off for the consolation of leaning up against Duo’s broad shoulders. He stared over at the door and frowned at that, instead. “HELP!” he shouted, with twice the volume of Duo’s last call. Duo started to laugh. “OK, so now who’s pathetic?” Heero scowled, about to protest, and then he paused. And sighed. “I know,” Duo said, quietly. “I am. You don’t have to say it.” “Huh?” Duo leant his head back against the wall, dislodging a nervous spider. Funny, he thought, how this situation seemed to spark off the mood for soul-searching. “Just thinking about something Trowa said. Last time I mouthed off in the office about another one of your damned seminars, probably that one about watching where the hell you put your boots around a whole bunch of stuff that likes to go boom…” “The volatility of explosive materials in the operational environment,” muttered Heero. “Yeah. Like I said,” grunted Duo. “Wufei looked daggers at me every time I attempted to contribute some of my own, valuable experience to the group discussions -” He ignored Heero’s cough, and continued. “But Trowa just looked… intrigued. He caught up with me afterwards. Asked me why the hell I played up like that every time - and why I only did it in your sessions.” “We already discussed this -” Heero began. There was a queasy feeling in his gut. “No.” Duo shook his head. “He was… grinning. Said he didn’t need an answer – he’d just seen for himself exactly what Quatre had told him, months ago. That my bitching and disruption was just the other side of the frustration coin. That I needed to look at my behaviour and be honest with myself about what kind of attention I was really seeking. Said if I’d just give it up and admit what I was really after, it’d open up a whole new world for me, and take some of the pressure off them, having to live with the melodrama of this tedious, ongoing feud of ours.” “Feud…?” Heero was startled. “That’s what Quatre called it, when he spoke to me.” It was Duo’s turn to go, “Huh?” Heero frowned. “He had the nerve to suggest that my behaviour was less than professional where you were concerned. That I was perpetuating a senseless, wearisome feud. That I actually sought you out for censure – chased after confrontation with you, just to keep it going. Then he smirked -” “Yeah,” grunted Duo. He could imagine that. “He smirked, and said that when I caught up with you, maybe I ought to admit that what I actually wanted to get my hands around wasn’t your throat, but -” There was a sudden, pregnant pause. Then Duo’s turn to cough. “Well,” Heero continued, hurriedly, “He said it was time I gave them all a rest from the scowls and the sarcasm. That we both should. In fact, he said that what we needed was to be stuck together – alone - for as long as it took for us to work out our differences in a mature, constructive and adult way.” “He said that?” Duo sounded doubtful. Quatre didn’t tend to mince words like that, or, for that matter, over-use adjectives. Heero flushed deeply, hoping it couldn’t be seen. He’d paraphrased, because Quatre’s words had been far more insulting, far more coarse a suggestion than mere discussion between them… Duo sighed, again. “So… obviously that’s their motive. For trapping us in here.” Heero grunted back. “Nonsense. As if we don’t know how to behave in a mature, constructive and adult way. As if we have any need to be forced together.” His throat felt tight. “Yeah.” Duo felt goose bumps along the arm that was pressed against Heero’s. “Bizarre behaviour, even by my standards.” There was another silence. “We must try to get out of here,” said Heero. There was the hint of panic in his voice, and he didn’t like the sound of it. He didn’t know if it came from the thought of not being able to get out – or from being able to. Duo nodded, but his thoughts were distracted. “Take this up with the guys. Exactly. Tell ‘em we’re perfectly capable of organising our own lives – tell ‘em to butt out. Right?” Heero didn’t answer. Funny, he thought, how this situation seemed to spark off the mood for soul-searching. Duo looked around at the various household items that were stored in the closet, and sighed. “There’s got to be something we could use as a tool to get out.” He picked up a multi-pack of toilet tissue, then dropped it with resignation. “We’ve looked,” Heero reminded. Not that a search of this tiny room had taken very long. “Nothing sharper than a broom handle; nothing stronger than eighteen inches of electrical cable. No point frustrating ourselves even further.” Pity, thought Duo. They had just about enough space to turn around in here, and searching the contents had been an awkward exercise with them bumping off each other’s body and hands groping on each other more often than not. Yeah, Duo mused, he wouldn’t have minded repeating that experience. More than once, actually. He sighed. “Anyway, what were you looking for down here in the first place? Important enough that you let yourself get trapped here.” Heero flushed again. “Nothing much.” Duo huffed. “Jeez, Yuy, nothing you do is ever nothing much. A reason for everything – Mr Purpose. Tell me.” Heero took a deep breath. He fought off a blush, though rather unsuccessfully, he suspected. “Actually, it was a box of obsolete specification ammunition. I heard you were evaluating some of the new equipment for the Commander, and were having problems following the new spec upgrades. I thought the ammo from the old season might help you map that out.” Duo was staring at him – he could feel it. Dammit, he could see it, out of the corner of his eye. “Quatre said it was stored down here. What’s the matter with that?” “Nothing much,” echoed Duo, astonished. “I mean – that would be great. Very useful. I just didn’t think you’d be bothered with my problems…” Heero dropped his eyes, peering with suspicious concentration at a half-opened box of air fresheners in the shape of Jupiter and assorted moons. “Well. You’ve been doing some good work on it. And it’s for the benefit of the department, you know.” Then, when Duo didn’t stop staring, he turned his head back around, and glared. “So what about you? What were you down here for?” “Um…” Duo’s face looked hot, too. “Guess that’s fair. I got fooled too, right?” “Right.” Duo bit his lip. “I was looking for one of those old ledgers of code. I heard you were working on a database of transmission codes, and were missing a couple of months in ’96. I had a feeling I’d seen the old books somewhere, and Trowa persuaded me they were probably stored down here.” It was Heero’s turn to stare. “To help me out?” Duo shrugged. It was his turn to drop his gaze. “You said it. Obviously, for the good of the department, and everything, that’s all. And you’re shit hot on database work, it’s just what we need. Whatever.” He was startled when Heero suddenly put a hand on his arm. “Duo, this is ridiculous.” Duo couldn’t stop staring at the hand on his arm. He waited for Heero to produce some kind of poisoned fingernails and stab him, but it didn’t happen. He nodded, cautiously. “Yeah, I know it’s ridiculous. You couldn't fit a box of matches in here, let alone an archive box of ledgers. Quatre is going to suffer the Wrath of Maxwell when I get out of here -” “No,” Heero interrupted. “I mean this thing with us. We’ve been bickering and sneering at each other for months, now, but that all seems to have been based on a misunderstanding.” Duo nodded again, slowly. There was a lump of anticipation in his throat. “More than one, I think.” On his part, Heero felt a little dizzy. “I’ve been thinking you’re the class fool and obstructive to the efficiency of the department…” Duo coughed. “Yeah. And I’ve sort of judged you by the peering, sneering thing. But now I find you were willing to help me out with the equipment evaluation-” “And you me, with the database.” Heero drew a deep breath. Duo looked into the dark, earnest eyes and sighed. Didn’t they say, after all, that honesty was the best policy? “You’re a damned good agent, Yuy. I’ve always had respect for you and your super-brain - probably a bit jealous, to be honest. I can’t really remember how all this bitching started.” Heero nodded, agreeing. He felt a great sense of… liberation. “And I respect you, too. I admire your confidence and abilities in the field. I’ve always worried that you’re letting yourself down with the…” He paused, then continued, “with your volatility.” “The arseing about, you mean?” Duo offered, helpfully. Heero smiled, gently. “Yes. I think that sometimes I have trouble expressing how I feel. What I really think of a person.” He felt a bit hot under his collar, and it wasn’t because a roll of bubble wrap was poking into the back of his neck. He shifted his legs, suddenly needing to ease some lower body pressure. “Shall we give it a rest?” said Duo, quietly. “The arseing about? The arguing? The feud?” His gut was churning. That gentle smile of Heero’s was really cute. Really, seriously, dangerously cute. Heero nodded. “That suits me. I just never really had the chance to discuss this sensibly with you before. I suppose I’ve always assumed that I’m not anything like you, personally – that we’d have little common ground. That you’d have no interest in anything like... anyone like…” He paused, suddenly worried about where this conversation was going. His mouth seemed to have been hijacked by other, more stimulating parts of his body. Duo’s soft words were both sensible and sensitive, and really rather… cute. Duo shifted to avoid a stray toilet brush digging into his thigh: the movement pushed him even closer to Heero. “Hell, I know how that is! You’re so damned good at things, and never seem rattled, and cool as shit, well, not that shit is cold, except after a few hours, if you know what I mean…” He drew a breath. He wondered why his whole body felt flushed. “There I go, gabbling on, I do that when I’m nervous, one of my many talents, like being contrary for the hell of it, picking fault with things that I really like, picking fights with people that I really like…” His voice tailed off. They stared at each other, eyes bright in the darkness. “Excuse the presumption…” Heero began, slowly. Hesitantly. “I mean, you may still be being contrary, for all I know…” “No,” said Duo, quickly. “No way am I. Not after all this.” Heero looked shaken, but the look in his eyes could have been described as… hungry. Cool – sexy – and definitely hungry. And not for his missed lunch. Nah, thought Duo, the excitement suddenly spiking in his belly. He wouldn’t be. Interested. Whatever. Would he? Then Heero pushed the bubble wrap away from him with rather more force than was needed, and Duo kicked the toilet brush into a corner as if it had personally offended him and most of his antecedents. They leant in even further against each other. And kissed. And again. And a few more times. There was silence in the room apart from a soft, wet, kissing soundtrack. Heero slid a hand around the back of Duo’s neck to get better purchase. Duo knelt up, resting on his heels, and tipped his head to fit against Heero’s shoulder. They broke for a second, panting, their eyes like glittering fireflies in the dim light. Neither released their grip. They grinned. “If that’s being contrary,” sighed Heero, “You’re welcome in any seminar of mine.” Duo grinned. “If that’s peering,” he whispered, “I’m embracing short-sightedness.” They kissed again. The room was getting a bit too hot. They started wriggling to get more comfortable. “All this time we’ve wasted,” sighed Heero. “Fighting. Annoying each other. Undermining each other.” Duo’s shirt had eased out of the pants waistband – Heero slid his hand up underneath it, feeling the ripple of muscle under his fingers. His heart was beating very, very fast. “We could have been doing this instead.” Duo sucked in a breath and nodded. His hand slid slowly down from Heero’s waist and cupped his buttock. He sighed happily. “We could cut any more crap and dispense with the courting, then, couldn’t we? I mean, since we know all this about each other already…” He paused. Had he gone too far? Too fast? Heero nipped at his lower lip and Heero’s tongue thrust into his mouth. “Fuck,” sighed Duo, totally happily. “Yes,” hissed Heero. He didn’t wait for Duo’s startled response. “Please,” he sighed into Duo’s open mouth. They laughed together.
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