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"River Rat"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: Light lemon, angst, sap, fluff, deep
cover drug use, Get together ficlet Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, mention of past
1x3 Summary: When Duo is sent in Trowa’s place to extract Hiiro from deep cover he discovers the methods they used to keep Hiiro grounded during detox are more unorthodox than he could have imagined. "River Rat"
There was just no good to come of it. I still couldn’t figure out why Trowa couldn’t take the mission but it didn’t matter once I was sloshing through the rancid puddles in the pouring rain down by the docks. Hiiro had left word for him to meet him at some dive called the River Rat Inn. Something to do with extracting him from deep cover before the place was seized but Trowa managed to pass the buck. He’d been spending too damn much time with Quatre lately; I think it may have gone to Une’s head. Regardless of how I got there however, it was clear I was stuck seeing it through. I hate the docks. Brings back long forgotten memories I would just as soon stay forgotten but if Hiiro needed a contact then I was going to make damn sure he got one. It stinks down there when it rains. Seems like every foul stench known to man lays in wait in the gutters and alleyways for the opportunity to mix and ferment tainting the scent of the rain. Car tires splashed hissing through the puddles as they sprayed their filthy muck all over my good boots and favorite black pants. I should’ve known better than to think he’d be holed up in a decent hotel. Nope, he would choose the rattiest, most decrepit roach motel he could find though for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. It’s just as easy to hide in a room at the Waldorph as one of these fleabags. The River Rat was everything I expected. The place had a screen door for Christ sake. The gal behind the counter was not only toothless but high and not on her first whisky of the evening. What makes a fifty-year-old junky drunk think I’d be up for a quick romp in the back room is beyond me but she came onto me just as predictably as the cycle of the moon. Can’t say I missed the smell much when I left her to her sit-coms and headed up the stairs. I had to take the last four two at a time because of broken boards and held my tongue when I stepped over a wino that had passed out in the middle of the hall. There were bullet holes on the wall a little further on, shotgun from the pattern of the blast and I wondered if someone had died there recently. The place only had two floors but Hiiro’s room was at the end of the hall forcing me to avoid a crack whore hooker that was apparently stepping out for the night. Those gals are harder to shake than hot bubble gum but she was quick to run off when I told her some guy had been asking for her downstairs. That left little standing between Hiiro’s door and me. The guy has a hair trigger; last thing I wanted was to end up getting ventilated by my own partner for lack of a proper introduction. There was always the possibility that he wouldn’t be there or it wouldn’t be him if someone caught onto his plan so I checked the hall, assessed the wino’s state of consciousness and pulled my pistol before easing inside. The room was dark, the bed empty and I noted the cold sting of water landing on the back of my hand where the roof was leaking but Hiiro wasn’t in sight. The little hairs on my neck were telling me to tread real damn easy though, so I moved slowly across the floor toward the bathroom and whispered…. “Hiiro?” “Finally,” I heard him rasp realizing only after he had a hold of me that he had been hunched in a shadow behind the door. I had just a moment to take in his ragged appearance, his hair tousled and unwashed, his clothes reeked worse than gym socks and he didn’t seem to be wholly functional as he fell into my arms. “Hiiro?” I breathed softly but my concern for his health went right out the window when he latched onto me and kissed me so forcefully it knocked me back onto the bed. “What the fuck!?” I growled trying to hold him off but he was working damn fast, his fingers opening my pants before I could even catch my breath. “Hiiro!” I shouted seizing his wrists. “Hey man! Wake up!” I yelled tossing him onto the floor where he suddenly stilled and looked up at me with the strangest confusion in his eyes. “Duo?” “Yeah, Duo!” I snarled wiping the wetness of him off my mouth. “What in the hell is wrong with you!?” “Where’s Trowa?” he asked turning his gaze on the floor. “He couldn’t come so they assigned me,” I grumbled retrieving my gun. Had he thought I was Trowa?” “He’s… supposed to come,” he said but he wasn’t really talking to me. “Hey,” I called leaning down to get a better look at his eyes. They were dilated, red and swollen, everything that happens when the body is fighting off a toxin… or drug. “What happened? Do you need detox?” “I need…” he began but bit his lip switching to, “Why didn’t he come?” as he folded into himself. “I don’t know. He said something about having to stay with Quatre,” I told him touching his shoulder. The skin was damp and clammy and he shivered with the contact confirming my suspensions that he was under the influence but I needed to find out what it was. “Quatre?” he repeated and for a moment I saw comprehension in his eyes. “Then he finally told him,” he said giving this sort of pitifully resigned chuckled as he fell over sideways on the floor. “Hey, Hiiro. Get up,” I told him hauling him to his feet. “No nap for you till you’re straight. You know the drill.” I couldn’t believe it. He was like a rag doll in my arms. “Geez, man,” I grunted doing my best to walk him around the room a little. “What in the hell did they give you?” I just about swallowed my tongue when he whispered, “OxyContin.” “Heat,” I whispered the street name. Nasty shit. The good news was the buzz wouldn’t really last all that long. The bad being that the drug was highly addictive and I had no way of knowing how long Hiiro had been subjected to taking it. It was also more imperative than ever to make sure he stayed conscious until his system could recoup because I had no idea how much of the poison was inside him. “Hey, man,” I coaxed slapping his face when his eyes drifted shut. “What can I do?” “Trowa,” he rasped lolling in my arms. “He’s not here,” I reminded him. “I’m all you’ve got so tell me what you need?” “G… ground,” he stammered and though I understood he meant he wanted something to hold onto, something that would heighten his senses and give him that extra little bit of will to keep him there in reality I couldn’t figure out what Trowa would have done about it. “Duo,” he breathed softly, his eyes shifting lazily under heavy lids as he leaned into me and I suddenly realized why he had kissed me when he’d thought I was Trowa. “You have sex with him?!” I gasped and though I knew I must have looked like my eyes might pop out he at least laughed and opened his eyes. “Surprise,” he grinned raising a brow before crumbling into a fit of giggles. “Jesus.” Just when you think you know a guy. “But no more,” he groaned flopping in my arms and I had to sit him down before I dropped him. “What?” I asked for lack of anything more intelligent to say while I looked him over. “You break up or something?” “He’s not my boyfriend,” he replied in this tone that indicated I must just be really stupid to think so. “He just gives me a ground but… noooo moooore…” “Maybe you can work something out when we get you back to headquarters,” I told him feeling more irritated than I thought was reasonable. “Nope,” he said stubbornly while I took his pulse. “How damn long has this shit been going on?” I snapped though truthfully it was none of my business. “Long time,” was his only response. “Damn it,” I sighed. “You’re 120 bps sitting still.” His heart was racing. “`Cause you’re touching me,” he chuckled and I dropped his arm. The panic escalated when he leaned closer to me, his eyes sloe and glittering as he smiled and informed me. “I get a little… needy… when I’m high.” “Then I’ll call Trowa,” I told him but he shook his head way too hard and backed off. “Why not?” “He must have confessed.” “To Quatre?!” Man, when did I slip on the blinders? He nodded way too hard adopting that stupid smile that I was starting to think of as a little cute before he continued. “Been in love with him forever.” “Then why was he sleeping with you?” I snapped snagging his shirt to keep him from falling back onto the bed. “Chicken shit,” he chuckled. So. Basically, Hiiro and Trowa had been banging each other in times of extreme distress, one, to help Hiiro cope with coming off assignment and two, to help Trowa deal with the frustration of being in love with Quatre. If he had told him it would explain why he couldn’t meet Hiiro anymore but that indicated that Quatre must have accepted his feelings. Reality was shifting too fast for me to keep up. “Hiiro?” I gasped realizing he had slipped under while I contemplated; his eyes rolled back in his head as I shook him making my heart skip a couple of beats. “Hey! Hiiro!” I shouted slapping his face but it wasn’t doing much good. It was the pure terror of loosing him that pushed my panic button and suddenly I was so desperate to bring him back I kissed him full on the mouth. “Duo?” he gasped when I let him, his tone almost as frightened as I felt. “Do what you need to do,” I told him. “Just stay with me.” His eyes focused for the first time since I’d arrived when I lifted my shirt to take it off. I am not a fool. I grew up in places where young boys are used like cattle and though I managed to come through it with my virtue intact there was no way I was going to let Hiiro slip into a coma just to save my virginity. “Wait,” he said as my shirt hit the floor. “What?” “I… can’t,” he said and just seriously pissed me off. “What?!” I snapped. “I’m not good enough? You need Trowa to get off or something? It’s not like I’m offering ‘cause I want it you know? You’re the one that need’s a ground!” “That’s why,” he told me pushing feebly away but I couldn’t cope with the way his eyes were fogging over again. “Look,” I said pulling him back upright. “Just do whatever you usually do with Trowa.” “No,” he whispered closing his eyes. “Why not?” I hate to say it but it hurt that he wasn’t willing to let me stand in. “I don’t mind if you use me.” “I can’t use you,” he almost sobbed. “Why not?” I asked needing to know as much as I needed to keep him awake. “Because,” he replied distantly, his iris’ floating around for a moment before they finally focused and he ripped what was left of my world in pieces when he said, “I’m in love with you.” Um…. Whoa. “Me?” Did he even know who I was? My mind did this sort of numbly floating above a field of flowers thing while he nodded. “I’ve always loved you, Duo.” Well, at least he knew who he was talking to but I had serious doubts that he understood what he was saying. At that particular moment however, it gave me the edge. “Then you shouldn’t have any problems with sleeping with me,” I grinned not entirely sure why I was so happy about it. “I can’t use you like that,” he told me, his arms floundering for purchase on something only he could see as they flailed in the air. Enough was enough. “Then you’ll forgive me if I use you.” The look on his face was priceless when I laid him back and climbed on top of him but his eyes were focused again and I knew no matter how unorthodox the method was it was going to work. What happened afterward was irrelevant; I just had to keep him with me until the poison bled away. “Duo,” he protested half-heartedly and I found the quickening of my heartbeat a little disturbing as I pulled his shirt off. It was incredibly easy to let my hands run over his skin, down the hard plains of his chest, my fingertips playing along the rippling muscles of his stomach and a heat began to pool in my groin when he moaned softly under my touch. “Hey, you still with me?” I asked distantly watching his flesh shiver under my palm. He grunted an affirmative and I was gratified to see his eyes were sharp and fixed on me when he opened them. “Good,” I grinned. “`Cause I have no clue what I’m doing. You better stay awake and guide me if you wanna be able to walk tomorrow.” In less than in instant I was on my back, his hands gripping my wrists and his tongue down my throat. “I’ll teach you,” he hissed moving to my neck and I hate to say it but his health and welfare were tucked way back behind the incredible sensations he was causing inside me then suddenly he stopped and I wanted to just smack the shit out of him. “Duo?” “What?” “Is this really all right?” He was with me, really with me and completely in control of his faculties. Whatever chemicals and reactions the activity was causing was definitely giving him what he needed to see it through safely. “What’dyu think?” I smiled lifting my hips into his. His eyes got sort of round for a second then he crushed his erection into mine and the next thing I knew we were banging the head board on the wall. Incredible doesn’t even come close. That night completely changed my perception of myself, Hiiro and the world at large. I had never been loved like that. Not as far back as I can remember. Not even Sister Helen could have made me feel as cherished and desirable as he did and I knew long before it was over that the drugs hadn’t lasted half as long as Hiiro had. It was dawn before he finally seemed to get enough, his eyes were tired but focused; his skin damp but warm to the touch and he had this smile on his face that seemed to be capturing the sunshine as it streamed in after a stormy night. “You really think Trowa confessed?” I asked on a whim as I lay within the fold of his arms. “I hope so,” he sighed. “I couldn’t be with him again after last night.” I got the answer I didn’t know I was fishing for because the moment he said it I felt like I might float away. “Hey, Hiiro?” “Hn?” “Is it ok if I fall in love with you, too?” “I thought maybe we already confirmed that last night,” he chuckled hugging me closer. “Don’t get cocky,” I sulked. “I still can’t believe you’ve been banging Trowa all this time.” “I didn’t `bang` him. It was a mutual agreement between friends.” “How often?” I knew I should shut up but it was bugging me. “Only when necessary,” he laughed rolling on top of me. “That is avoidance,” I grumbled refusing his kiss so he laid it on my ear instead. “No,” he defended undulating his hips on top of mine. “This is avoidance.” “You think he told Quatre?” “He’s an honest man,” he nodded kissing the corner of my mouth and I sort of forgot what else I was going to say. I understood as he took me to that place we had spent so much of the night reveling in that it really just didn’t matter. Trowa was our friend just like Quatre and Wufei. Whatever problems we had we would work out, that’s what friends do. I smiled and held him close as he rocked us gently into the morning very much looking forward to discovering all the things lovers do, too. owari :)
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