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"The Boy Next Door"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Teenage Romance, Fluff, angst, sap,
eventual lemon, underage partying! Pairings: Eventual 1x2, 1+4, 2+3, 2+5, 3xOCs leading
to eventual 3x4 (they don’t know each other at first), mention of
(brief) past 3xHilde , 3+2, 3+5, eventual 5xM, 5+2, 5+3 Summary: This is the story of 4 teenage boy’s who grew up in the same neighborhood and the events following Quatre’s introduction to their school in which they learn some of the confusing and sometimes hard lessons of life. Beta'ed by Mechante Fille" ^-^ *snugs* "The Boy Next Door"
Ch 1 He lived on Cagan Street, had since he was eleven when the L2 orphanage was lost to a fire and he’d been sent dirt side. Being the sole survivor of such a tragedy came with it’s demons but he’d managed to get by. The visits to Dr. Sholtz had been short lived though the man had no ready explanation for why his psyche seemed to be wholly intact. Still, over the years Duo proved to be an intelligent boy with a thirst for knowledge, his good nature and caring attitude offsetting his remarkable knack for getting into trouble. At the age of sixteen his hopes of ever being adopted had long since twittered away on a breeze. The few families that had dared to attempt to integrate him soon discovered their boundless love was no match for his endless energy or his uncanny ability to outwit even the sharpest of would-be parents. The truth was he liked it on Cagan Street, the home was small but warm and always filled with other kids. Most he got along with fairly well, especially as he grew older and became the ‘big bother. Those that harbored ill will or proved insufferable had been dealt with in other ways but Duo always managed to come out on top. When he entered high school he suddenly found that most of his friends were now outside the home, boys his age that lived either in his neighborhood or went to his school. Boys like Trowa Barton, whom he suddenly found himself on top of where they lay in a sprawling heap under the elm tree in Mr. Higgins’ back yard. “Let go!” “You fell on me!” Trowa laughed, retaining his grip on the long haired boy’s wrists. “’Cause you pelted me with a rock!” Duo growled, wriggling as best he could but there was little chance he’d escape the larger boy until he was ready to let him go. “Le’go!” “Kiss me,” Trowa laughed, dodging just before Duo’s forehead could slam into his own. “So help me, Trowa!” “One kiss and you’re a free man,” Trowa chuckled, avoiding taking an elbow to the jaw. “That’s not funny!” Duo growled, pulling hard in his efforts but with his legs straddling the other boy’s body it was impossible to get any leverage and free his hands. Trowa grinned, giving in a little, his lax arms prompting Duo to wrestle against him, his hips slowly moving backward until Trowa suddenly smirked and groaned, “Right there,” as he lifted his hips. Duo’s eyes grew wide with shock, the fury closely followed by the promise of abhorrent pain and untold anguish but the rage was severed sharply when old Mr. Higgins yelled from his back porch. “Hey! What’re you kids doing out there!?” Trowa released his captive, jumping to his feet almost as quickly as Duo. “Sorry!” Duo had long ago learned this was always a good place to start in these situations. “What’re you up to!?” the man grumbled, hobbling down the three wooden steps of his weathered porch. “I wasn’t doin’ anything!” the long haired boy defended, then looked guiltily up into the branches where a small, white kitten was perched on a branch. “I was just trying to get Misty down.” Mr. Higgins looked up, spied the cat, then the broken limb Duo had hit when he fell out of the tree. Duo stepped closer to Trowa as the man’s face began to redden, one more moment and he was certain steam would come pouring out of his ears. “You little hooligan!” the man growled, brandishing his fist as he wobbled quickly toward them. “What’d you do to Ellie!?” “I didn’t mean it!” Duo gasped, trying to jump behind his larger companion but Trowa was already moving toward the loose board in the fence that had granted them entry. “Trowa made me fall!” “Get out of my yard!” The fight had frightened the cat who decided this was no place for a respectable young feline and jumped lightly to the fence top, disappearing over and beyond just as Duo and Trowa made it to the safety of the other side. “Damn it!” Duo growled, slapping his companion hard in the arm. “What’d I do?” Trowa chuckled, rubbing said arm. “You’re such an asshole,” Duo groaned then spotted the elusive Misty as she disappeared through a hole in Mrs. Laton’s garden fence. “Come on!” ** “You coming tonight” “I don’t know,” Duo hissed from his perch in the recreation room window some five feet above Trowa’s head, his hand on the chilly latch and butt still wet with late autumn rain. “Aww, come on, Duo,” Trowa pleaded as loudly as he dared. “You know we need you.” “I’ll try,” the long haired boy promised, tucking Misty a little higher under his other arm. “Duo?” “Go!” “Blow me a kiss.” Duo showed him the finger instead, leaving him in the darkening yard to laugh with himself as he closed the window. “Why did you have the window open?” Mary Ann asked with a scolding grimace as she checked the latch and the empty back yard with a piercing gaze. “I was letting a moth out,” Duo grinned, scratching Misty under the chin with the fingers of the hand that she was currently cradled in. The young woman shuddered, bothering to check the latch again just in case the hairy creature should learn to open windows. She then turned a skeptical eye on her grinning, long haired companion, one that momentarily traveled south fetching a faint flush that rose in her pale cheeks as her eyes rose to meet his. He winked; she scowled, flushing a brilliant crimson which was followed by a series of frustrated slaps to his upper arm. “Take that beast to its den,” she commanded, pushing his chuckling form toward the large double doors that separated the rec room from the rest of the house. “Yes, Sweetums,” he sing-songed, earning another scathing glare from the girl before three of the younger kids came screaming through, effectively drawing fire. Duo dodged the trio of scampering, scuttle bugs, easily twisting one hip to wiggle away, his new target already in sight where Mrs. Sheebly was moving precariously toward the stairs with a full bed tray in her hands, complete with hot chocolate and a picture book called, “The Wayward Wren.” “Michael Talbert McCullin, you put that down right now!” Duo grinned over his shoulder to see what Michael was tormenting their young, would be social worker with this time, the item of choice this evening a small lizard he must have caught in the bushes out front. He was mildly impressed, the little vermin were hard to find this time of year, but he had more pressing business. “Evening, Cookie,” he grinned, relieving Mrs. Sheebly of her cumbersome tray by placing his free hand in the center bottom and lifting straight up. “Duo!” the portly woman gasped, reaching in desperation for the vanishing meal. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her, already heading up the stairs. “I’ll see that she eats.” “Duo! Be careful!” “No pro…whoa!” he gasped, giggling when two of the middle school girls suddenly rushed under his arm spinning him in place on the steps. Misty yowled, digging her claws into his black sweater as the girls giggled and breezed by, Duo’s body doing a full turn on the stairs, the tray sailing through the air over and above his head yet when all was still once more not a drop had been displaced. “Cammie! Mika!” Duo chuckled again, leaving the girls to their scolding as he moved swiftly down the hall, pausing only long enough to pluck a paper flower from the vase in the hall with his mouth, carefully dropping it in the glass of water on the tray before gently toeing the door open on the third room from the end on the left. “Alice?” he called into the soft darkness. A small cough answered, precluding a gravely articulation of his name. “Duo?” “Hey, sugar plum,” he smiled, bringing the tray to sit on the bedside table. “Misty!” the child rasped, rescuing the poor, little, white kitten from Duo’s unrelenting grasp. “You found her,” she smiled; cuddling the creature in the warmth of a six year old’s unconditional embrace. “I promised, didn’t I?” he grinned, sounding very pleased with himself in spite of the scratches on his face and the ache in his lower back. “Yep,” she replied. “Cookie sent you some supper,” he informed her, increasing the brightness on the dimmer lamp by her bed. “Think you could eat something?” She nodded, coaxing Misty to curl up in the covers beside her. “Can I have oatmeal?” He smiled as this was the first day since she’d taken ill her little face hadn’t soured at the idea of food. “Let’s see what’s on the menu.” The tray was retrieved and placed over her legs, pillows adjusted, kitten as well and both were pleased to find that Mrs. Sheebly had correctly guessed what would most tempt the child to eat. “Looks like strawberries and cream,” Duo said, making a disgusted face. “Yum,” Alice giggled, laying claim to her spoon. “What’s this?” Duo asked, doing a horrid job of hiding the fact that he’d read the book to her a hundred times before. “My book, silly,” she grinned, scooping up another mouthful of her favorite meal. “Wonder what that silly bird’s up to this time,” he grinned. taking the book in hand. Alice laughed again, settling in to finish her meal while Duo read the tale of a little wren too stubborn to fly south. ** “What took you so long?” Trowa grinned from his comfortable spot deep in Wufei’s favorite couch. “Alice wanted a bedtime story,” Duo sighed, dropping in the chair beside him. “You’re not ready,” Wufei observed, placing a cold beer in his hand. “You didn’t honestly think I’d go through with that crazy shit?” Duo chuckled, popping the top to have a drink. “You can’t chicken out now,” Trowa smirked, covering it with his own brew. “Like hell I can’t,” Duo snorted. “So, you’re just going to let Banes get away with it?” Wufei challenged, grinning slyly behind his drink as he smoothly took the other chair. “We’ll just stick to the original plan,” Duo shrugged. “His place is pretty tight,” Trowa smirked. “Ha, ha,” Duo sneered sarcastically. “I’ve already looked it over. I can be in and out, five minutes. No problem.” “That’ll get Cathy off the hook,” Trowa nodded sagely, staring into his brew before lifting his one emerald eye and grinning, “But it won’t stop Banes from doing it again.” “Why in the hell do I have to cope with utter humiliation just because your sister was stupid enough to bring an eight inch knife to school?” Duo groaned. “Because it was a present for you,” Wufei snickered. “I didn’t ask for it,” Duo retorted, up ending his beer. “It’s not like anyone expected Banes to try and extort sexual favors out of her over it either,” Trowa pointed out. “Damn it,” Duo groaned again. “Come on,” Trowa smiled. “All we need are a couple of pictures and the evidence. Cathy will be clear and Banes won’t be blackmailing anyone for very long time.” “Shit,” Duo swore, bringing a devilish grin to his friends’ faces. “Fine. But we get in, get the goods and get out.” “Get the gear,” Trowa urged Wufei before Duo could change his mind. “And no face shots!” Duo snapped irritably. “Damn, Duo,” Trowa leered. “Let a guy have a little fun.” The couch pillow was unavoidable, knocking him completely off his feet with the force of the blow. ** “I cannot believe I let you two talk me into this shit,” Duo grumbled. “Stop messing with it,” Trowa chuckled, swatting Duo’s hand away from the cleavage of his dress. “It hangs too damn far down,” Duo grumbled. “Its fine,” Wufei smirked, handing him a small, sequined pocketbook. “Easy for you to say,” the long haired boy grumbled. Trowa’s hand came up under his elbow again when he stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, his left knee peeking out the long slit in the side of his deep blue, silk skirt. He’d almost refused to wear the damn high heels but they did help trim his legs down to a more feminine state. He swore to burn them once their mission was accomplished, along with the harness that was currently throttling his very unhappy goods. Having himself bent back and tied between his legs was more than he’d bargained for but considering the dress his oh-so-helpful ‘friends’ had provided there was no other way to hide the fact that his sexual organs were external. “Ow!” he growled, having caught a strand of his long, brown hair on Trowa’s watch. “Sorry.” “If you’d stop trying to pinch my ass…!” Duo grumbled, twisting away in his attempt to free himself. He didn’t like having his hair down, much less having half of it folded up on top of his head. “Be still,” Wufei chuckled, coming to their aid; he hadn’t put forty-five minutes into Duo’s hair do just to have their flirtatious friend ruin it all. “This is stupid,” Duo sighed. “Relax.” Wufei’s advice was answered with a scowl. “This is as far as we go,” he reminded him, smirking as Duo’s expression went from scathing to ‘help!’ “This is never going to work.” “It’ll work,” Trowa grinned, looking him over veeeery slowly. “It’ll definitely work.” “Why do you have to be such a pig?” Duo grumbled, checking his lack of cleavage again. The padded bra helped but there wasn’t anything to fill in the valley it left. “Would you love me any other way?” Trowa smiled arrogantly. “I don’t love you now,” Duo rebutted, ignoring the amusement on his friend’s face. “Ok,” Wufei called them to order. “Remember, make sure to get him close to a window.” “Can’t we just stash some drugs in his car or something?” Duo tried again. “He needs to go down for the crimes he’s committing,” Wufei argued. “Besides, we don’t have any.” “We could get some.” “You don’t know where to get any anyway. Just go,” Trowa reasoned, adding as a slow smile curled his lips. “Or are you afraid you can’t pull it off?” Duo’s eyes hardened instantly, his glare reaching dangerous proportions but all Trowa did was smirk until Duo’s expression shifted, his eyes softened and a small smile formed where the grimace had been. “You don’t think I can do it?” Duo asked, his tone gently inviting as he mastered the demonic shoes letting his hips compensate for the added height as he slowly stepped forward. Trowa swallowed hard. “Oh, I think you can do it,” he assured his violet eyed stalker as his face went pale and his feet sought a safer distance. “So the only question is,” Duo purred, advancing too quickly for Trowa to get away. “Who I do it with?” “Duo,” the taller boy gasped, gripping his wrist before he could draw a teasing finger down his cheek. “Hm?” the long haired boy hummed, moving well within his personal space. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Trowa breathed, obviously loosing his grip. “He’ll be fine,” Wufei chuckled, drawing Duo away. “Yeah,” Trowa grumbled, readjusting his jeans. “But I won’t.” “Not everyone’s a total perv like you,” Duo grumbled once again, hiking his cleavage up. “He is,” the taller boy reminded him, pointing toward Banes’ two story home. “All we need is a couple of pictures,” Wufei reasoned as he turned Duo to check his make up. “And by the time Trowa has the film I’ll have the evidence.” “And Banes will be history,” Trowa’s feral grin surmised. “Fine,” Duo sighed, hiking his faux bosom up higher. “Just make sure you’re ready,” he said, brushing a long strand of glistening, chestnut hair from his eyes as he turned, tucked his male pride under his hat and glided toward the door with confident determination. “This isn’t gonna take long.” Trowa grinned in a most lecherous way as he watched him walk away, his hips swinging to compensate for the heels, shapely legs and an uncommonly tapered waist giving no hint to his true gender before joining Wufei in a thumbs up and private victory dance.
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