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"Sharpest Lives"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing – just
enjoy playing with the characters far too much Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, yaoi, m/m sexual relations of the
lemon variety, as near as a series of PWP as I can get (which is not
*that* near), bad language, violence, angst, sap, creative license
regarding law Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Heero and Duo are criminals travelling and committing crimes to escape their pasts and build a future over the Mexican border. A story of young love, sex and crime in a series of connected one-shots. This fic is a series of one-shots so they do not
feature direct continuity and were meant to be smutty and fun but
kinda transformed into something a bit more complicated as I wrote
them… The title is taken from the My Chemical Romance
song Sharpest Lives and each chapter is inspired by a particular song
(though I guess you all know that by now!) As always, this fic was beta-d by ELLE and it
is all down to her encouragement that a 5000 word one-shot morphed
into the 30k fic that it is today. " Sharpest Lives" Part Three A Bar Room Brawl The bar was situated on the outskirts of the college town, a small lot outside it and a cheap diner and gas station next to it. It wasn't like the ones in town - loud, noisy, and full of young college kids drinking far beyond what they were capable of holding without throwing it back up. Heero didn't like crowded places - felt uncomfortable and suspicious and damn on edge. It wasn't just since they had become criminals, it was before that - Odin taught him a lot of things and one was the danger and advantages of a crowd. The advantages were anonymity - the power to blend in and not be noticeable or seen. Despite his somewhat striking features, the Oriental skin tone, his deep blue eyes, unruly hair - he knew how to not be looked at twice, a posture change, a downward glance, his voice now no longer carrying any hint of his birth - none of his mother. He was starting to forget the language. They'd left when he was five and he'd had to learn English. He thought of how he knew how to blend in, drinking bottled beer as he wasn't trusting of the cleanliness of the glasses behind the bar and looked over to see Duo doing everything he fucking could to be noticeable - memorable. That was one of those things he'd said - fifteen and kneeling down, his hand at the base of Heero's cock. "I'm the best you'll ever have." And he was. Not that Heero had vast experience prior to that but enough to know that Duo knew what he was damn doing. Always had to be memorable. Unforgettable. He was sure even if they broke up, even if they got separated by time or jail or some unforeseen circumstance, that Duo would be the best he ever had. Heero just didn't let him know that very often. He was cocky enough. And it didn't matter as they would never be separated. Promised that long ago. He glanced over from his bar stool, keeping a steady eye on Duo as he played pool, leaning over the table as he took a shot. It was difficult not to watch him - even though they fucked, sucked each other off and exchanged hand jobs on a regular basis, there were still times when Heero looked over and wondered how they'd ended up driving across state lines, screwing and stealing as they did. He supposed he just had to consider himself lucky or something. He didn't tell Duo that either as he watched, keeping an eye on the locals, sure that Duo was something of a curiosity. The braid always got attention. Then he had to dress in clothes so damn tight. Those particular thrift store jeans moulding to his body after years of wear, the t-shirt riding up his back as he leant over to take a shot, each movement seeming exaggerated as if Duo knew he was watching closely and was playing up his actions for Heero. It didn't help the tight feeling in his own jeans and he tried to ignore the mounting sexual frustration. There was a part of him that just wanted to bail, drag Duo to the cheap motel across the lot, pay some bored looking employee and fuck him but then they were low on cash and this was one of the ways to score a quick few bucks. It just didn't help that Duo looked far too fuckable doing it. Duo had played it like he always did. Played a few regulars and evenly lost and won. He had to look good enough to be a challenge but not too good that his actual mark would consider him a true threat. It was irritating to Heero to see the last few twenties go on losing to some idiot even as he built up a small bar tab, making his own beer last and only buying one for Duo as a show. He'd pretty much sip at it all night, not wanting to actually consume any alcohol to risk diminishing his abilities at all. Then he'd started chatting to the two guys at the pool table next to the one he'd been beaten on - young guys probably the same age as them and for a second Heero wondered why he'd picked them as his potential marks. Heero rejected them at first glance but Duo was always cleverer at this shit than he was and he'd seen more than what Heero had. The blonde guy was wearing frayed jeans, a shirt in a neutral tone and he seemed to be average, boring, not worth the effort. However, on closer inspection, the Rolex said a lot more, as did the fact that the jeans were distressed but it was clear that was the design rather than through constant wear. Heero could see that as he was beckoned over, now taking in the taller guy, wearing a t-shirt and jeans but there was an expensive looking leather belt that suggested a hint of money. Maybe a gift. He was more casual than the blonde, slumped his shoulders slightly as he stood, a bang of hair almost entirely obscuring one of his eyes and he seemed to be more suspicious of them both than the blonde who was already talking to Duo like they'd been friends for years. "'Ro, this is Quatre and Trowa - they're both college guys. I was just telling them about our road trip, yanno, living the dream 'n all." Heero looked at them both cautiously knowing Duo being damn Duo had given them their actual names and he wanted to drag him away to the bathroom to tell him he was being fucking irresponsible and then maybe suggest hand jobs or blowjobs or something for all his teasing earlier - all those coy looks over his shoulder, all that exaggerated bending, and hell that was before he considered the way his hand ran down the shaft of the pool cue. He knew he was being unsociable as he only inclined his head in greeting to them and may have muttered a "hey" underneath his breath but he wasn't the sociable one. It was Duo's damn idea to hustle pool to pick up a few bucks and it was not something that Heero joined in with. He barely played - knew the concepts and could probably be pretty adept if he concentrated as he understood theoretically that it was about angles and trajectory and those were things he could understand but he wasn't usually part of the hustle. And he didn't want to fuck it up. He tried to communicate in a glare that he didn't want to be involved in the whole con as he wasn't a con man - he would be the brains, the cautious one, the planner - and Duo was all fly by the seat of his pants, improvise and figure it out as he went along. "Thought we could play a few... but 'Ro doesn't play often so I gotta give him a few pointers..." It seemed that Duo had him - he winked in his direction and knew he was lost as he had to play along with him and grunted in response, putting his drink down on the tall table to the side. He thought about telling Duo a million things, about telling him that they had to be more cautious and that these guys might remember them but then technically they weren't doing anything illegal - they were just conning some people with money out of money with a little bet. It wasn't like the car theft, the Noventa house, the convenience store hold ups with guns - it was all pretty innocent. And he could go along with it. For some time. Duo gave him a smirk as he observed the slackening of Heero's stance and the moment of the win. He walked towards him, offering him a cue which Heero accepted and watched as Duo set up a table, getting the previously sunk balls from the pockets and placing them within the triangle. The other guys started playing on the other table giving Heero a moment to observe them and drag his attention away from the way Duo leaned over and the way he seemed to make it some kind of show unconsciously. Or maybe consciously. Heero was never quite sure. On completing the set-up, Duo stepped close, close enough to feel the heat of his body and his breath on his neck but not too obviously sexualised. The locals were suspicious enough and Heero really didn't feel like making their sexuality an obvious thing and end up with local thugs on their asses. "Play along, babe," he said quietly, huskily. "You gonna play the tall guy. It's the blonde who's good but I'm better." "Sure," Heero replied trying not to roll his eyes at the display of confidence. "You remember how to play?" It was now he actually did roll his eyes. Heero didn't play often but he knew the game well enough and could remember enough. It was clear, looking over as the blonde broke and sunk a solid that he was the superior player and it took a fouled shot for the tall guy to even getting a chance which he missed. Heero took a sip of his beer and nodded realising that during Duo's tutorial he had to pretend to be really fucking bad and therefore give the pair the impression that he would be an easy win. It was humiliating to think he would have to pretend to be bad. Heero didn't do being bad at things - strove academically if not orthodoxly, was fit and sporty and his skills with electronics far exceeded what they should be for an average nineteen year old. Normal nineteen year olds spent their time on laptops and cell phones blogging and Facebook and other shit - Heero disabled GPS's on stolen cars and hacked into local police files to check the reporting of their crimes. Odin had always instructed him to be the best - that was the only reason Odin had survived long enough to die in the States rather than in all the countries they passed through until they settled and pretended. Before the shot to the head. Before everything. Heero frowned at the memories and realised Duo was instructing him to break and he walked to the side of the table slowly, running his fingers over the wooden edges before he allowed Duo to show him the correct way to hold the cue. If he was going to be bad at this... well, he might as well be really bad. "You gotta hold it like this," Duo instructed, leaning to show how he did it and Heero mimicked - though incorrectly. Duo sighed loudly, as though frustrated by his friend's incompetence, and then came up behind him, leaning over Heero's body and pressing his front to Heero's back, the touch between them hot and electric. The earlier teasing, those looks were what Heero blamed for the sudden heat in his groin, in the pit of his stomach. That usually he would be more controlled than this - yeah, they fucked occasionally in risky places - a convertible car on the side of the road, the bed of a rich couple, the dirty bathrooms of gas stations - but they usually had started something, built up to it but he was turned on already and somehow Duo knew that. His lips were at his ear, warm hot breath there, and Duo's hands covered his own, positioning the cue in the correct place and moving his fingers so that they were ready to attempt to break. "You get to fuck me later," Duo whispered, "if you actually win some cash to pay for the motel." Then the body heat was off his back and he attempted to break but the shot was weak, the cue ball impacting with the triangle of coloured balls but not actually doing anything worthwhile apart from set Duo up for a couple of easy shots. He was irritated and half hard by the time he stood back up, glared at his lover for the tease and slunk to take a swig of his beer. It now seemed like a better idea to get some more beers as he downed the bottle, leaning a little against the table as he watched Duo sink a stripe and then another before missing one shot and shrugging at the miss. It was difficult for Heero to watch - the desire coursing through his skin and the heat of the bar - his mind was now directly in the gutter, thinking of fucking him across the pool table, sucking him off to hear the moans of pleasure and encouragement and he wanted that now rather than waiting until the motel - knowing that was impossible as they were not only in public but in a strange place and it would get them arrested for public indecency or something. However, it was difficult not to so he averted his eyes to the other guys' game and managed to weakly hit a solid to look incompetent but not as incompetent as he had previously. It was not doing his ego much good to be this bad. Duo didn't cease his teasing, made a comment about balls in pockets, stroked the cue with a sly wink and even slipped out at his tongue at one point to lick at the wooden stick in his hand. It really wasn't helping as Heero ordered another round of beers, offered to put them on the tab for the college guys as he had to have faith that Duo knew what the fuck he was doing and that the small amount of money spent would come back to them in kind when they won. It was all about the hustle. He had to remember that. Both games completed, it clear that the blonde and Duo were superior players, the beers were shared out and Heero noticed Duo actually take a sip of his. He was obviously feeling damn confident, not that one beer would hit him, Heero knew from experience that Duo required a lot more than that to be incoherent, but that usually he wanted to have his "A Game" and that meant no illicit substances. Not even alcohol. "You guys wanna make it more interesting?" Duo asked, placing his bottle down half drunk, briefly licking his lips in an unconscious tease. "How interesting?" the blonde asked - Heero tried to remember the name as he really should remember shit like that. It was one of Odin's many rules. Always remember people - always assess their potential threat and potential usefulness. Tried to think what Odin would think of Duo - probably would be assessed as a threat or a weakness. A liability. "Fifty bucks for the winner of each game. I'll play you, 'Ro will play Trowa." Heero tried not to scowl as they had barely over a hundred bucks left from the last job. Gas was not cheap. Motels were cheap but still cost fucking money. Then they had to eat. And they needed to dump the Buick parked outside as it guzzled gas like a motherfucker and they needed something else and something else meant finding somewhere else to steal a car from that wasn't too fucking obvious. If they lost, if they both lost, they'd have no available cash but then Duo would turn it around and say if they both won they'd have an extra hundred dollars. He could already hear the damn argument if he took him to the bathroom, he gritted his jaw and looked over to the taller guy who now he knew was Trowa. Their eyes met and he realised that Trowa was nowhere near as trusting as his companion and didn't really want to play this game with them. Shit. "Make it a hundred," the blonde said, "Deal." Heero wanted to say no - that they couldn't afford to damn lose to them and Duo was being an idiot. Yet two hundred dollars... easy money. That's what Duo would say later if they won - back in a motel room, his body on top of his, his hips grinding slowly downwards and his lips teasing across his jaw and his cheek and his neck... Instead, he agreed and let Trowa set up the table, observing the easily flowing conversation between Duo and the other guy. It would never stop making Heero feel uncomfortable how easily Duo could just talk to people, just start making conversation even if every other sentence was carefully spun bullshit. It was his thing that he didn't outright lie but Duo was the master of deception, of concealment and he was doing that so damn convincingly. It had to be admired - how people could like him instantly - how he'd done the same to Heero despite all his reservations and his reticence and his attempts to protect himself. Fuck, he'd been lost from the moment he broke that other kid's hand for the beat down in juvie. And Duo had only looked at him prior to that. "You're together." Heero blinked and looked up at the taller young man. The table was all set up, done while Heero had been watching Duo. It wasn't a question but it wasn't something that Heero felt comfortable responding to. Yeah, they were together but they could be homophobic idiots who'd beat the shit out of them for their sexual orientation. And Heero really didn't want them to get into some kind of bar room brawl. Something that would get them reported to the police, something that would get some attention was exactly what they didn't need - they just needed to get enough money to get a few towns over and then commit something more big time. They were getting closer to the border. Closer to the dream. Heero idly thought about bank jobs or taking down a store that would be actually worthwhile - a jewellery one or something but they were all relegated to thoughts - ideas, dreams. "Yeah," he said, finally, not sensing any threat. Maybe a hint of hostility but no threat. "Me and Quatre..." Trowa said vaguely. There was nothing more that needed to be said as at least Heero's fear that the pair of them may be raging homophobes had gone. Now he just needed to focus on the hustle and beating the guy. Maybe they were too obvious. His eyes never seemed to leave Duo, Heero realised, especially in situations like this - yeah, he was aware he was over protective and over cautious and over whatever the fuck else and Duo was in no way weak... but damn. No one else had seen him after that attack. The attack on the way home, that bad part of town that they could afford that small apartment in, that little piece of a dream that they could have - wished it had just been a mugging but the police had pegged it as a hate crime. And maybe that made him too untrusting but his wariness had to balance out Duo's faith in humanity - that despite the death of a drug addicted mother, the years he'd spent in an orphanage that was plagued with those rumours and then the gang that had been decimated by rivalry and bullets - Duo trusted and tried to believe in shit. And even after that beating, even after the respirator and the coma and the hospital, he still would just say "shhh" into Heero's ear and "they ain't gonna get me again." It was fucked and it was hopeful. Just as his dream of Mexico and that beach was. There was no more conversation - Heero glad of it as Trowa didn't appear to be much of a talker. It also meant he could concentrate on what he was meant to be doing - and given the opportunity to break, he sunk a solid. He walked slowly around the table calculating the next shot, selecting his moves cautiously and only glancing towards Duo out of the corner of his eye. Duo had let Quatre break and was currently leaning on his cue and taking a sip of his beer as the blonde guy took a few shots, pocketing two balls until he fouled, which finally gave Duo an opportunity to play. It was then that the cocky smirk made an appearance on his face - he would probably try and win without giving his opponent another opportunity to get a shot. Heero had seen him do it before, fucked over older guys who would shout that they'd been played by some punk ass queer and nearly get his ass kicked for his usual response about being the damn best. He heard a subtle cough and realised that his own opponent was getting impatient about his inaction. He selected a ball in his head, struck it accurately, the right amount of pace and the right kiss to the side of the purple solid into the right left and heard the whistle under the other man's breath. "Don't play much?" "I'm a quick learner and Duo's a good teacher." Even though his comment was quiet, taking another shot, his eyes met Duo's who gave him the slightest hint of that genuine smile reserved for only him before the grin slipped across his face. Yeah, Duo was a good teacher - taught him how to break into places with lock picks, how to convince people they were nothing more than good buddies travelling for shits and giggles, taught him to give better blowjobs and was teaching him to be ever so slightly less fucking paranoid. It was a work in progress but they were getting there. Somehow they were getting there. As he sank another ball, it seemed that Trowa had figured out that maybe they had been played as he muttered under his breath something about "no one being that quick" and he began a systematic sweep of the table until he fouled, hitting none of his own balls, and nodded in Trowa's direction to have his turn. It gave him an opportunity to see Duo had not won yet - that the black ball was the only ball in play and they were both trying to sink it or make it as difficult as possible for the other to do so. He gave him a pointed glare - wanted to communicate that he figured they needed to win soon and get outta the bar as putting Heero into the hustle had been a mistake if Trowa had figured some of Duo's talk was bullshit and that Heero had been playing at being shit. Trowa seemed a little better than he'd appeared when playing Quatre - he actually sank a ball before not hitting anything and ending his turn. It meant Heero could sink the final two balls before focusing on the black ball, carefully thinking about what he needed to do, which part of the ball he needed to hit in order for it to slide easily across the green fabric and into the left hand pocket. He zoned out a second, ignored the sound of the jukebox, the conversation between Duo and Quatre that indicated that Duo won and was trying his damndest not to gloat until he had the money in his hand and it all depended on him sinking his shot. It would even out if he lost and they'd just be calling it quits. And Heero didn't quit. Instead, he called the left pocket and took the shot, the speed and angle making it slip perfectly in the called pocket. He didn't celebrate though he was tempted to just grab Duo and kiss him in front of the whole bar, shove him down against the table and release the fucking sexual tension he'd been building for however long they'd been in this shit hole. He didn't, instead, realised that the situation was not quite as friendly as Duo had tried to make it. "You played us," Trowa said deliberately, slowly. He took a step towards Heero in some form of intimidation but Duo moved in front of him to try and stop Heero from acting but his words weren't exactly helping the goddamn situation. "Naw... we're both just shit hot." This seemed to goad the guy more and Heero wrapped his hand around Duo's wrist in an attempt to hold him back and prevent him from saying any more shit. It was a difficult task. He'd found the only effective method of shutting him the fuck up was either shoving his tongue or cock in his mouth and neither were an option in that situation "Trowa... they won, it doesn't matter..." Quatre said, his own hand on his partner's arm as though he was trying the same tactic as Heero was attempting with Duo. "No, Quatre, they were hustling us. People try to take advantage of you all the fucking time and you don't even notice it." "Hey, buddy boy!" Duo shouted with some indignation. "We were just having a friendly game - your sweetie decided to make it more interesting - it wasn't us." "Duo..." Heero said eyeing up the owner behind the bar and the locals who seemed to be about to get involved or call the fucking police. "Let's get out of here." "No, we won 'Ro and it was a bet, you owe us two hundred bucks fair and square. You ain't gonna tell me you had the balls to bet that and then not have the dick to follow through?" The next few moments were a fucking blur. The punch to Duo's face was quick, snapping his head back effectively but it seemed Trowa thought that Duo wouldn't punch back. But Duo did, a low blow to the gut that then descended into kicks and jabs and rolling on the floor. It happened too damn quickly and it took a moment for Heero to do anything. He was still holding his cue and figured that he could use it as a weapon but that really wasn't a good idea and he could hear the start of the threats from the owner about calling the cops. He threw the cue to the floor and he was pulling Duo off the taller guy while they wrestled on the floor, punches flying. In the scuffle, Heero almost ended up with an elbow in his face as he realised that Quatre was trying to do the same thing as finally they managed to pull them apart and to their feet. "Outside or I'm callin' the fuckin' cops!" The word cops filtered through Heero's mind and that was shit they did not need. They had fake driver's licenses, they had a car that was stolen and in that car they had an unlicensed firearm and multiple knives. They really didn't need the threat of cops. "Bail?" he heard Duo's words and he didn't answer, only touched his arm in acknowledgment and they were leaving the bar quickly - not paying their damn tab and only looking back once to see that Duo had inflicted a little damage. A thin trail of blood was coming out of the side of Trowa's mouth. It felt vaguely satisfying despite the fuck up the hustle had become. They were down cash and it had done nothing to get them enough money for a few nights in a motel. Heero felt vaguely pissed as they walked into the night air and instead of walking straight to the car he grabbed hold of Duo a little forcefully, dragging him around the side of the bar to the alleyway between it and the diner, pushing him hard against the brickwork behind a dumpster out of sight of the lot and any passers-by. He realised he should be really pissed - that Duo had been damn cocky and an ass and encouraged the near brawl and getting thrown outta the bar and that they had made themselves obvious but it was difficult to be as pissed as he wanted to be. "Fuck, Duo." He wanted to say that it had been unbelievably reckless, that he encouraged Trowa to punch him but even pushing him against the wall had made him half hard again and Duo was hot, a little sweaty from his fight and breathing deeply and it was a fucking turn on. "Fuck what, babe?" "That was a fuck up." "You gonna punish me for it?" The tone was teasing and a hand slid to the front of his jeans, caressing the hardness there and Heero threw caution to the damn wind and kissed him hard with angry bruising force, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth, tasting the beer and the taste that was uniquely Duo. His hands slid down to the front of Duo's tight jeans, to the cock his mind had been distracted by and he parted the zipper, finding the soft fabric of boxer shorts underneath and his lips left Duo's mouth to his ear and now Duo was no longer panting from the exertion of his little fight. Heero had been angry, pissed, but now his mind had other thoughts entirely. He thought of how Duo could be a fucking tease and smirked as he said five words guaranteed to make him shiver. He could play the teasing game when he wanted to and fuck, he could do it just as well - not exactly punishment but maybe getting damn fucking even and he was too damn horny. "I want to suck you." Duo blinked in the dim light but didn't object to the offer. "No complaint here, 'Ro..." Heero slid to his knees, taking a moment to grind his own growing erection against Duo's body before settling down on the hard asphalt. He felt a hand lodge itself into his messy hair, encouraging him to act but he took a moment, Duo's cock still covered by the thin fabric, a hint of dampness there where even the words were enough to turn him on. Heero couldn't help smirking at how much he could turn him on - Duo had teased him all night, all that bending, all that stroking of hard wood, all that swallowing around the head of a beer bottle and all he needed to do in return was say a few little words and Duo was compliant and wanting and begging for him. "Please..." he heard Duo say, throaty, deep, needy and Heero relented, pushing down the boxers and releasing Duo's hard dick, a hand at the base before he moved his mouth forward to lick lightly over the head. "Fuck!" He heard the exclamation knowing it wouldn't be the only one. Duo tried to encourage him forward but he ignored the hand in his hair. Instead he used the flat of his tongue down the underside, taking a moment on each inch, hearing the impatient pants and moans coming from Duo's mouth even as he didn't stop his current torment. There was a movement of hips and Heero retreated completely. "My way. You fucked up tonight." "I didn't fuck up... ah!" Whatever the next few words that Duo had intended to say were stalled by Heero's lips, opening and taking the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before bobbing his head forward a small amount and then moving back, only taking a few inches in before repeating the motion, slowly inching forward each time, taking more of Duo into his mouth, tasting more, feeling the fingers in hair loosen and tighten in rhythm with his own. Heero knew the tempo to take, using a hand to stroke where his mouth couldn't reach, hearing each moan and "fuck yeah" and encouragement, turning him on and making him reach his hand down to his own cock, semi-hard all night now completely erect and demanding attention. He fumbled with his own zipper, moaning around the dick in his mouth at his own incompetence and then finally managed to reach inside his own jeans, quickly bringing himself out in the night air and wasting no time in building up a rhythm to match what his mouth was doing. "Oh Jesus..." he heard Duo's voice but he was concentrating on the flesh in his mouth, even as he felt a hand on his face. "Jerk yourself off for me." It made Heero want to smirk but he only glanced up, went a little further forward, taking as much as he could, not quite able to deep throat, not that it fucking mattered as he could make Duo come hard in his mouth from what he was doing and he knew that by touching himself he was turning him on more. When their positions were reversed, when Duo was going down on him, to see Duo jerk himself off as he was sucking him, it made him so fucking horny that it would be difficult to have any stamina. It just made it seem like there was nothing more pleasurable in the world that sucking his cock, no bigger turn on, and he could feel that Duo was struggling with his own need to come, his thighs tensing, his hand clutching tightly in Heero's hair and he felt Duo start to slump back into the cold brick wall behind him. Heero increased the pace on his own dick, unable to help the need for release, and hummed as he bobbed his head up and down until that peak had been reached and he pulled his head back so that he could taste his lover's cum on his tongue. He didn't immediately release him from his mouth, instead, he took a second to taste as he closed his eyes and with a few more firm strokes from base to tip, he was coming against the asphalt. Finally, he moved back, swallowing the mix of his own saliva and cum though some still trailed down his mouth. Duo slumped down the wall, falling to a sitting position in front of him and didn't move, neither of them did as the night air cooled down their hot bodies. "Damn." Heero was sure it was a compliment and he shifted his body, his knees a little painful against the hard ground beneath them and met Duo's lips with a kiss, sharing the flavour of cum between their mouths. Once breathing became necessary and the fear of exposure and cops returned to Heero's sex fogged brain, he rose to his feet, dragging Duo up with him and they both readjusted jeans and boxers. Unable to help the desire to touch him, Heero kissed him one more time, forgetting how pissed he was about his recklessness, his stupidity and the fact he'd fucked up what should've been an easy con. And they hadn't won any money. It had pretty much been a wasted fucking evening. Well, apart from what had just happened. "I'm still pissed at you," Heero said firmly. "You fucked up." Duo only smirked and put a hand in his pocket. "Oh ye of little faith. I totally didn't fuck up." Slim fingers held an item in front of his eyes - it was platinum and gold, the ticking could be heard in the quiet night and it was clear that it was real. The watch that had been on the blonde's wrist. The watch that would be worth at least ten thousand dollars. "The Rolex." "See, babe... totally wasn't about the two hundred bucks..." he said, pushing himself off Heero's firm body and starting to walk away towards the lot and the car. "Just gotta have a lil faith in me." Heero could only shake his head, unsure how the fuck he had pulled it off, and thought, maybe he was too cautious, maybe he was too damn overprotective of Duo and maybe he didn't need to be. And maybe he just needed some of Duo's faith and dreams and belief that one day they would get over the border.
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