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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 2 “I’m gonna kill’em both,” Duo grumbled, forcing his ankles to remain straight as he made his way up the front steps. A quick glance behind him confirmed his partners in crime had moved out to take their respective positions, Wufei presumably already working on retrieving the knife and pertinent information attached, Trowa scaling the outside of the house to perch strategically where he could get a clean shot with his new digital camera. All that was left was to convince Banes he was Nichol Breman, a new student transferring into his class the following week. With a deep sigh and quick prayer he pulled on his best smile and rang the bell. “Yes?” the man inquired, leering quite cooperatively when he saw Duo standing on his porch. “Mr. Banes?” the long haired boy smiled, raising his voice an octave or two. This had been so much easier when he was twelve and trying to sell stolen Girl Scout cookies. “Well, hello, my dear,” Banes replied happily and Duo blushed without trying when his eyes raked down his long legs. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” he began, making sure to bend the ankle, accentuate the hip. “Oh no!” the man grinned, reaching for his elbow. “Quite the contrary,” he went on, ushering him inside. “You’ve rescued me from an otherwise dull evening.” Duo shivered but not in a good way when the man’s hand rested forwardly in the small of his back. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure?” “Sorry,” Duo blushed again, stepping back to rid himself of the man’s touch. “I’m Nichol Breman,” he smiled offering his hand. “I’ll be transferring into your class next week.” “How very… fortunate,” he grinned, taking the hand. Duo bit his lip in his effort not to jerk it back when it was summarily kissed. “I hope you don’t think it too forward of me, dropping by like this,” Duo went on. “Pish,” he waved, curling Duo’s hand around his arm as he led him deeper into the house. “Actually, I find your ambition very intriguing.” The glint in his eyes spoke more of ‘convenient.’ “You’re from Denton, correct?” “Yes,” Duo replied. He could see why this guy had had so much success in his dubious hobbies; he had style and his looks weren’t all that bad either. It made him wonder how many girls he had taken advantage of that just faded away afterward, too ashamed or unconcerned with his behavior to make a fuss. He didn’t have time to beat around the bush however; his feet hurt. “But I think I’m going to like it here much better,” he smiled, leaning closer to Banes’ side. The curl of Banes lips turned his small smile into a leer as he leaned forward and opened the study door. Duo smiled demurely but let his eyes wander down the man’s torso making sure Banes not only caught the glance but following it up with what might pass as a hungry smirk. “I’ve seen your file,” Banes said, heading straight for the bar. “Your grades are most impressive. I’m looking forward to having such a,” he paused to rake his eyes down Duo over his shoulder, “dedicated student in my class.” “Thank you,” Duo smiled, using the excuse of examining a magazine on the coffee table to bend sharply at the waist. He chuckled softly when a piece of ice missed the glass and Banes hurriedly went after it. “You have a very nice home,” Duo complimented, drifting over to the desk to peek at a photo of a determined looking, middle aged woman. “Is this your wife?” “Unfortunately,” Banes sighed, approaching with a grim frown. “I’m afraid we’re less than friends nowadays,” he explained at Duo’s questioning glance. The expression shifted to mild surprise when the man held out a tumbler of brown liquid and ice. “Scotch?” “Mr. Banes,” Duo grinned coyly. “I’m not of legal drinking age.” “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he grinned, holding the glass higher. Duo giggled as he reached out to take the drink. “I see you have a full library,” he commented on the shelves behind his host. “Is that a copy of Lexinton’s Theory of Biological Deterioration?” “I don’t think I have that title,” Banes replied, turning to search the shelf just in case, which gave Duo the freedom to both check for Trowa, who grinned and waved from a tree branch outside the large window behind the desk, and down the drink. “My mistake,” he smiled, tucking the glass behind Mrs. Banes picture before moving in a slow, fluid arch toward the window. “You seem to have been very popular in the city,” the man commented, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down the length of Duo’s legs again. “Your previous headmaster wrote a most eloquent referral.” “Did he?” Duo smiled, perching on the low window sill. “Martin… I mean, Mr. Carrington was always there to… support me.” Banes smile almost split his face. “You were close?” he asked, setting his glass absently on the corner of his desk as he moved forward. Duo smiled from beneath his thick fall of chestnut bangs as he slowly drew one knee up to caress the other. “Very close,” he softly intoned. “I see.” It was all Duo could do to keep from laughing at the hungry, wolfish light in his victim’s eyes. “Then I do hope,” Banes smiled, moving closer still, “that you and I can cultivate a mutually beneficial relationship as well.” “Is Mrs. Banes around?” Duo asked, allowing the man to move in closer. “I’m afraid she’s visiting her sister tonight,” Banes replied almost laughing gleefully at the fact. “Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect,” he praised, offering his hand. Duo took it, allowing himself to be drawn forward and into his arms but laid a hand in the middle of his chest leaning back and making a disgusted face knowing that Trowa’s shutter finger would be busy by now. “I think I got my dress wet,” he complained, looking his left butt cheek over. “Let me check it for you,” Banes was ready to help, his arms slipping smoothly around Duo’s thin waist, hands rounding his ass to squeeze firmly. Duo’s gasp was not entirely fabricated and it took great effort not to smack the guy. He growled a curse in the back of his mind and hoped Trowa was getting some decent pictures because this shit was never happening again! “Mr. Banes,” Duo objected, pushing him away when he tried to kiss him. “Call me William,” Banes insisted, attempting the kiss again. “What?” Duo grumbled, pushing back harder. “Not ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master Will?” The man’s eyes brightened dangerously but whatever response was on his lips was broken by a sound in the outer hall. It was enough to call his attention so he missed the thin form of Trowa dropping from a limb outside but that wasn’t going to save Wufei. “I should go.” “Wha…no…wait,” Banes was suddenly attentive again. “I’m sorry,” Duo whined softly, feigning shame so he could get a peek out the cracked study door. His heart sped up when he saw Wufei’s shadow race toward the exit. Mission accomplished, time to bail. “Can’t you stay for a while?” “I’m afraid my father is waiting for me,” Duo shook his head. “But it was very nice to meet you,” he smiled, running one hand along the man’s jaw. “But…” “Maybe we could get together again sometime,” Duo purred, tilting his hips just so as he turned for the door. “How about Saturday?” Banes grinned. Duo turned to regard him through the shadow of his hair. “By Saturday, you’re going to be a completely different man,” he promised, leaving him with a bright smile in his blissful ignorance. “You were brilliant!” Trowa crowed, snatching him clean off the ground when he rounded the corner outside. “Put me down!” Duo growled. “That son of a bitch won’t ever blackmail anyone again!” the taller boy laughed, holding his smaller friend by the waist against his chest. “Trowa! HA, HA, HA HAAA! S…STOP IT!” Duo laughed as Trowa chewed roughly on his stomach while he growled loudly. “Put him down,” Wufei chuckled, coming to his rescue. “Get your own!” Trowa growled, dancing backward. “Stop! Put me down!” Duo demanded, pounding firmly on Trowa’s shoulders. Before Trowa could retaliate he suddenly gaffed, dropping both Duo and to his knees but the long haired boy never hit the ground. Duo gasped when he fell, letting out a small bark as his waist was seized by a strong arm. “NO!” the long haired boy gasped, seeing the blow fall, his warning coming just in time for Trowa to move out of the way, Wufei’s attempt to step up to Trowa’s aid ended when the descending appendage suddenly changed course and smacked him in the lip. “Stop it!” Duo growled, wrenching himself free. Both Wufei and Trowa had regained their balance and turned as one on the newcomer with fire in their eyes. “Just stop!” “Duo?” Very slowly the long haired boy closed his eyes, his face flaring scarlet as he recognized the voice of the person behind him. The tense turn seemed to take a lifetime but ended much too quickly for Duo’s self respect. “Uh… Hi, Hiiro.” Dark blue eyes moved with photographic precision slowly down his body, stopping to memorize the slit in the skirt, the heels and particularly the absence of manhood around the crotch. “I thought you were a girl,” Hiiro stated flatly. “Are you threatening to impugn our honor?” Wufei snipped, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. “I didn’t realize it was you,” Hiiro confessed. “From my vantage it looked like two men assaulting a woman.” Again Duo’s skin crisped when Hiiro looked him over cautiously. “You didn’t have to break my damn knee,” Trowa grumbled, testing said joint gingerly. “If I had meant to break it…”“Just a misunderstanding,” Duo cut in. “Everything’s fine now. Bye!” “Duo? Wait up!” Trowa rasped, limping quickly to catch up. “Duo?” The long haired boy stopped but not without considerable effort. His expression when he turned to regard his blue-eyed neighbor was one of dire warning but the Japanese boy disregarded it completely. “Why are you dressed like a girl?” “I don’t see where that’s any of your business,” Trowa stated. “They’re not forcing you to…?” “Wha…of course not!” Duo gasped agape as he stepped strategically in front of the fuming Wufei. “Look,” he breathed, fighting hard not to spontaneously combust. “It’s just a joke, ok?” “Yeah,” Trowa piped in. “Mind your own business.” “Hiiro?” All eyes turned to regard a blond boy who had just stepped out of the Circle K down the block. “Is everything all right?” “Fine!” Duo replied then groaned when Quatre’s eyes grew wide and looked him over from head to foot. “Damn it,” he sighed, realizing he had used his normal voice. “Trowa, get me out of here.” “Who’s the blond?” “Trowa!” “All right! Geez.” “Sorry I hit you,” Hiiro offered the Chinese boy as he turned to follow his friends. Wufei paused to consider him then nodded once to confirm his understanding of the statement before resuming his path. “Hiiro?” “Its fine,” he answered Quatre’s unanswered question. “Are they friends of yours?” the blond boy asked, handing him a bottle of green tea. “They live in my neighborhood,” Hiiro explained, still watching intently while Duo and Trowa snipped at each other, Duo pulling his high heeled shoes off to use as weapons to ensure the taller boys hands behaved as they quickly distanced themselves. Quatre gazed after them with a curious wrinkle tugging at his brow. “Hiiro… was that…” “He said it was a joke.” Quatre nodded though he looked less than relieved before they finally turned and strolled off in the opposite direction. They had reached the end of the street before he gave into the urge to glance over his shoulder. “Who are they?” “Wufei, the Chinese guy, lives with his Sensei,” Hiiro explained, sipping his tea. “They run the Chang Dojo together.” “Isn’t that where you study?” Quatre inquired, checking the way before they crossed the street. Hiiro nodded. “What about the other one?” “Duo lives at the orphanage beside my house.” “Is he the tall one or…?” Quatre asked, glancing coyly from beneath his bangs. “No,” Hiiro smirked. “Isn’t he a little old for adoption?” Quatre wondered, hopping onto the curb. “I suppose so at this point,” Hiiro chuckled. “He’s been there for a long time.” “And the tall one?” Quatre asked with such nonchalance Hiiro couldn’t stop the suspicious curling of his lips. “That’s Trowa,” he revealed. “All around bully and neighborhood tramp.” Quatre face fell. “Is that why you kicked him?” “I didn’t recognize him,” Hiiro confessed, noting the pout on his friend’s lips. “If I had I might have broken the knee after all.” “Hiiro!” Quatre scolded, smacking him in the arm. The Japanese boy took it in good nature. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “But I owe him one.” “What did he do?” Hiiro thought about it a moment before amending, “Actually, I owe him more than one.” “That bad, huh?” Quatre sighed. “Why?” Hiiro prodded. The blond pinked softly in the light of the passing lamp posts, turning his head away before he shrugged. “He’s cute.” “He’s trouble,” Hiiro warned. “Do you think he’d be interested?” Quatre asked hopefully. “Oh yeah,” Hiiro replied so quickly the blond boy’s happy expression stalled. “He’s interested in anything with legs.” “You mean he dates girls,” the blond sighed. “He’d probably date a mule if it promised to put out,” Hiiro chuckled. “He’s a heartbreaker. You can do better.” “Then I do stand a chance,” Quatre smiled coyly. Hiiro bumped his shoulder, making him giggle as they turned the corner toward home. **
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