"Scouting Suburbia"

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/Romance, Fluff, mild angst, sssap *pulls fingers from sticky kyb ^-^*, mention of lemon.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

Summary: A reluctant trip into suburbia provides a talent scout with more than bargained for.

" Scouting Suburbia"

Ch 3

The next two days flew by in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He hadn’t told Duo of his intention to return home after the concert and for some reason he we feeling incredibly guilty over it. Then again he was still trying to convince himself that he’d actually be able to go without at least confessing to him that he had interests in him other than the professional.

There was also the confusion over his attraction for the violet eyed beauty. He’d really never wanted anyone that way before. It wasn’t like he’d never felt desire but it had never been so scary before. Why did Duo frighten him so much? At first he figured it was because he was a guy. A definite consideration but as the days wore on he was more inclined to believe it had more to do with the depth of his feelings. There was a potential for a life changing experience here. All he could do really was take it slow and see how things worked out. He realized on Friday night that he was absolutely terrified by the idea of Duo being offended by his desires while they were cleaning up the dinner dishes in Mrs. Carrington’s kitchen.

He’d slipped. He didn’t mean to but when he reached around behind him to put a glass in the drainer… he was just so close... and he smelled so good, and he was captured right there in the crook of his arms between Hiiro and the sink. He hadn’t realized he’d paused near the nap of his neck and breathed in that intoxicating scent that always surrounded him. If he’d had any reservations about his own ability to have a physical relationship with this boy they took a flying leap in that one instant. It was Duo’s dropping the plate he was rinsing that suddenly made his soul tremble with fear. Had he offended him? Scared him? Disgusted him? Had he even actually grasped the intent behind the action? None of his question were to be answered however, as they proceeded as if it were a case of butter fingers. Duo really hadn’t given him a chance at anything more leaving him to finish alone while he took out the trash. There was a quick good night from the curb and he didn’t see him again until the next morning when he went to pick him up in the Goat.

It was a two hour drive to Matin Hall. He hadn’t had the chance to take Duo shopping yet and there was still a tension between them he just couldn’t live with so they caught a quick brunch at the mall and spent a couple of hours picking out proper attire for the show. Duo’s graceful acceptance of the gift was like a balm to his troubled soul. It really felt good to do something nice for him. He just about had a stroke when the boy emerged from the dressing room in low rider jeans and a high caller, sleeveless black shirt. He completely lost all sense of reality as the longhaired boy checked the look in the mirror once before turning his back to him, a long strip of creamy skin exposed where the laced opening hung open and softly asked…

“Can you tie this for me?”

He really needed a place to sit down.

“Hiiro?”

“……..”

“Is it to much?” Duo asked sounding self conscious as he stretched out one long leg laying his right palm on his lower abdomen and looked at his perfectly tapered back.

“No,” Hiiro squeaked blushing like a boiled lobster at the unmanly noise that had escaped his lips. “Ahem… no,” he tried again forcing his arms into motion as he reached to tie the dangling threads. What was so funny? It wasn’t his fault Duo had great taste in clothes. “It’s perfect” he smiled over his shoulder. Gods, he looked like an angel come to Earth. This was definitely the best money he’d spent in a very long time. “You look really…” What should he say? Beautiful was what came to mind but…

“We have that shirt in red as well,” the sales clerk informed them with a smile.

Hiiro jumped slightly startled by her voice and jerked his hands away. When had he slipped them down Duo’s shoulders to his upper arms? Christ! This was getting way out of control! Despite that fact he couldn’t resist asking Duo to just wear the clothes out of the store. He’d ended up in a fine suit himself. Nothing too flashy, just a jacket and turtle neck with matching pants but Duo seemed to favor it sooooo.

They separated for awhile when Duo went to make a phone call. Hiiro decided to take care of some banking while he was gone then they met back up and went to hook up with Quatre and Trowa at the hotel. Wufei was meeting them there as well since Hiiro told him they’d be driving up together. The Japanese boy was taking a beating from his Chinese friend over it as Wufei appeared to have a very good idea of why he was being so insistent about pursuing the longhaired prodigy. He had no doubt the moment the raven hared boy got a look at Duo in those savory clothes He’d know exactly what was on Hiiro’s mind.

Quatre had insisted on a suite for the lot of them. He was a very chummy kind of guy and since Duo hadn’t had any objections they’d all agreed. It didn’t surprise Hiiro one bit how easily Duo slipped into the roll of the penthouse set. He looked completely at ease as they rode the elevator to the top floor and walked past the huge, scenic window that overlooked the city to their suite door.

“Hiiro! Mmmmm,” the blond boy from the magazine picture gushed hugging Hiiro’s neck the moment the door opened. “It’s so good to see you!” he smiled. His smiled faltered slightly as his big, blue/green eyes took in Duo. All of Duo. From his chestnut bangs to his black boots. “Wow.”

The mantle on Duo’s face was so endearing Hiiro couldn’t help but chuckle as he introduced them.

“Please, come in,” Quatre said politely making way for them. “Allah, Hiiro,” he exclaimed looking the boy over again. “Wufei said you were bringing a friend but... wow,” he breathed smiling amiably. “Sorry,” he blushed right along with Duo at the compliment “But... I mean... wow,” he repeated flashing a `damn!` glance at Hiiro.

“Thanks,” Duo smiled receiving the praise with such grace it made Hiiro’s chest swell with pride. “I found some of your music online,” Duo went on. “It was very nice. I’m looking forward to the concert.”

“Thanks,” Quatre smiled. “We have to go to the Hall to warm up in a minute but I want you to meet …”

“Duo?” Trowa’s even tenor sounded behind them.

“Hello, Trowa,” Duo smiled. Both Hiiro and Quatre felt the odd vibration in the air as Duo turned to face him.

“What on Earth are you doing here?!” the emerald eyed boy almost gasped as a huge grin curled his supple lips.

“I couldn’t miss your only American appearance could I?” Duo reasoned.

“You know each other?” Quatre asked clearly off balance by the fact. Hiiro wasn’t feeling too swift either. Was this the reason Duo had so readily agreed to accompany him? Why hadn’t he mentioned it to him?

“Yes,” Trowa replied unable to take his eyes off of Duo’s for a moment before he realized his lovers discomfort and ripped them away. “We worked together,” he explained but Quatre still only stood as if shell shocked staring blankly at him. “Briefly… once… What the hell’re you doing here anyway?” he asked giving up for the moment on his stunned counterpart. “I thought you gave up mic.”

“Hiiro was gracious enough to invite me along to see your show,” Duo smiled stepped closer to the befuddled Japanese boy. For the first time since he’d known him, Hiiro really didn’t want to be this close to him. Why hadn’t he told him?

“You’re not performing?” Trowa asked sounding disappointed.

“Trowa?” Quatre spoke softly next to him making him suddenly realize that the blond boy was hovering under his arm.

“Sorry,” the taller boy sighed wrapping him up tight in his arms. “I’m just stunned,” he explained kissing his forehead. “We did everything under the sun and then some trying to get this guy to sing with us,” he smiled telling a story neither of his friends had ever heard before.

“Well, nothings changed,” Duo assured him offering the anxious Quatre a kind smile. “I came to listen to you,” he went on indicated the both of them.

“Why don’t you join them,” Hiiro suggested a bit coldly stepping away from Duo and further into the apartment. “I’m sure you two would like to catch up,” he went on laying his jacket over the back of the couch and heading for the in room bar. How could he have been so foolish as to think Duo wanted to be with him?

“I’d rather stay with you,” Duo told him flatly. “We’ll have time later to reminisce right?” he smiled lifting a brow at Trowa. Quatre didn’t miss the silent communication between his lover and his old friend. The dawning comprehension in his sad eyes almost spilling out his mouth before Trowa clamped a hand over his lips and made a hasty exit.

“We’d better get going,” he said as Hiiro filled a glass with whisky. “We’ll see you guys after the concert.”

“Knock’em dead,” Hiiro encouraged but it held little enthusiasm. Quatre was practically giddy with excitement before Trowa could get him out the door.

“You didn’t have to stay,” Hiiro told the longhaired boy without turning around. He really didn’t care for him to see the distress in his eyes. Gods, he felt like a complete idiot.

“I wanted to,” Duo replied simply curling his long legs under him as he sat on the couch. “Gods, did you see his face? That was priceless,” he chuckled accepting the drink Hiiro had automatically made him.

“You should have told me. We could’ve gotten here earlier so you had time to talk,” Hiiro told him plopping down in the chair furthest away from his companion. He really, really felt like a fool.

“We can talk later,” Duo reiterated. “It’s not like he’s a chatter box or anything,” he chuckled. “Looks like he’s really got himself something good though,” he sighed. “They make a nice couple.”

“Yes, they do,” Hiiro agreed. “We’re you two…?” he asked braving what he knew to be thin ice. It really wasn’t any of his business if they’d been lovers.

“No,” Duo chuckled. “But not for lack effort,” he elaborated. Damn. Hiiro’d almost felt better for a second there. “It’s not like he was ever serious so it didn’t bother me,” he explained. “He was just goofing off. I’m glad he found someone.” Of course. Why would Duo be interested in a guy? Shit. “You want to get something to eat before the show?” Duo asked.

“Yeah,” Hiiro replied a little too quickly.

The evening was spent under a blanket of ill conceived notions and half truths. Hiiro never did get his balance back and Quatre was still obviously uncertain of his lover’s relationship with this ravenous creature. Trowa couldn’t help but lavish praise and affection on Duo in spite of his lovers disconcertion which only served to make everyone that much more uncomfortable. Wufei joined them late due to some unforeseen circumstance and picked up on the odd air. He was as shocked as everyone else to find that Trowa and Duo had once played together even if it wasn’t anything spectacular. He also had no qualms whatsoever about making moves on the longhaired boy since they all knew he was bi-sexual. Hiiro was already irritated and that little extra was just something he didn’t need. He managed to keep his mouth shut but everything that was happening had him ill tempered and wishing he was back in his penthouse sleeping it off. He tried, he really did but when Wufei playfully slipped under Duo as he sat down on the couch back at the suite so the boy ended up in his lap he just snapped.

“Hiiro?” Quatre called after him as he stood and snatched Wufei”s jacket off the chair where he’d lain it.

“What’re you doing?” the raven hared boy asked picking up on the animosity in him as he riffled through the pockets.

“I’m going home,” Hiiro replied evenly.

“Now?” Quatre breathed in shock.

“What’s your problem?” Wufei asked letting Duo slide of his lap to sit beside him.

“Where’re your god damn keys?” the Japanese boy fumed tossing the jacket back on the chair.

“What’s wrong?” Duo asked looking as bewildered as the rest of them but there was an underlying fear in his tone that just set Hiiro’s hackles on end.

“YOU!” he burst suddenly unable to hold it in anymore. Duo’s brows shot up in surprise at the sudden outburst. “Why the fuck do you have to be so stubborn?!” he knew he was being an ass but he just couldn’t stop himself.

“Hey, why are you yelling at him?” Wufei asked moving to lay an arm around Duo’s shoulders.

“STOP FUCKING TOUCHING HIM!” Hiiro roared staying his motion and pretty much freaking out the entire assembly.

He stood for a long moment staring into the stunned faces surrounding him before what he’d said started to really sink in. He found he couldn’t look at them anymore as he held out his hand to Wufei who dropped his keys in his palm without another word. He left without an explanation, apology or a single glance back.

Quatre had called him four times before he turned his cell off. The familiar elegance of Wufei”s Mercedes helped calm his nerves but he couldn’t get the expression in Duo’s eyes when He’d said that out of his mind. Gods, he must have been mortified. Two weeks later he still couldn’t shake that image. He’d fallen back into his usual routine but he still woke every morning shocked not to see his room at Mrs. Carrington’s. He’d been so worried about Perry’s orientation he almost called him twice. There were endless dreams about Duo that woke him in various states of distress, everything from terror to being snatched away to indulgent passion as his mind supplied him with many different ways he might enjoy the boy’s sumptuous body. Even his waking hours were plagued with visions of the longhaired beauty, the sound of his voice and that whimsical smile that had so easily eclipsed Hiiro’s world.

He came to realize by the third week that the damage had already been done. The apartment he’d worked so hard for held no warmth for him now. His things were just things he’d acquired. The only things in the whole of his belongings that brought him any joy were the two small figurines he’d purchased at Duo’s show. He sat for hours just looking at them. The delicate contours and gradient colors blending together so simply it was impossible not to see the beauty behind the form, the beauty within. Duo’s soul.

His stomach turned over again as he pulled into Duo’s driveway. He hadn’t even talked to Quatre since that night severing himself from anything and everything that had to do with him, anything that reminded him of the pain in his chest and the emptiness in his heart. He felt a sudden jolt and froze at the bottom of the steps as the door opened and Duo stepped out on to the porch, his expression unreadable and his voice as silent as the grave. He just stood there looking at the stony visage of his friend … waiting.

What could he say?

“I’m in love with you.”

Why did he look away? Why was he going back inside? Gods, his heart was beating so fast! Why’d he leave the door open?! Hiiro took it as an invitation and forced his feet to follow. He found Duo just inside the door standing as still as a dormant breeze… waiting.

“Duo.”

Damn it, there was so much he wanted to say but nothing would come out! Where did he start? What could he possibly say or do to make it right? His mind went completely blank the moment Duo stepped forward. It was suddenly filled with leaping flames as the boy laid one finger gently against his lips caressing the tender flesh as he watched the digit run its course along Hiiro’s fine features. Hiiro felt all the air rush out of the room as the stifling, thick, sticky desire he harbored for this boy replacing it as Duo leaned forward slowly to ghost his lips over Hiiro’s.

“Duo?” Hiiro breathed doing his best to stay on his feet.

“Show me,” Duo whispered into his mouth leaning into him.

“W… w… what?”

“Show me.”

“Sh… sh… sho... wait… please. I’m not kidding. I’m really in love with you,” Hiiro insisted fully aware of the fact that his hands were slowly creeping down the boy’s ass.

“Then show me,” Duo repeated kissing his chin. Hiiro was just about to loose his damn mind!

“Is that… ok?” he breathed unable to comprehend his good fortune. Ah, gods, he smelled so good, he was so damn firm and well formed he felt himself becoming more drunk by the second.

“Yes,” Duo hissed against his lips teasing him into opening his mouth. “Just show me,” he said again sucking him into the most mind blowing kiss he’d ever even dreamed of. Sweet mother of God what that one small connection did to him was far beyond anything human kind was meant to endure. He was just about to take things to the next level when Duo’s words suddenly echoed in him mind. Show me. Show him what? What had he said that prompted those words? It was so damn hard to think with him crawling down his throat! I’m in love with you. Show him he loved him. That one revelation was all it took to give him the strength to push the braided boy away.

“Stop it,” he told him trying desperately to keep his ravenous body under control. Duo just looked at him, his passion bright eyes awash with curious anxiety.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked refusing to let go.

“No,” Hiiro replied then, “Yes... but… Duo. If you don’t honestly like me…”

“I like you,” he told him trying to reclaim the kiss.

“That’s… not enough,” Hiiro replied pulling away. He really shocked himself on that one. Apparently, he did a number on Duo as well. He stood for a long moment contemplating before a grin spread over his lips.

“You really do love me,” he told him moving in so swiftly Hiiro didn’t have a chance to get away. This kiss was much deeper, there was something lying under the surface that snapped Hiiro’s resistance like a dry twig. Duo had been holding back. Big time. He was lost under the boy’s sumptuous spell before his back hit the couch.

“Ah... gods... Duo…” he groaned knowing he didn’t have the strength to pull away again.

“I love you too. I always have,” the longhaired boy confessed moving to nibble on his throat. “Since the first day I’ve been waiting…”

“I’m moving in,” Hiiro told him giving into the urge to take control of the situation and rolling him back until he had top.

“You already have,” Duo smiled surrendering so sweetly Hiiro barely had time to comprehend the full extent of the words before he was engulfed in a heat that saturated every fiber of his being.

He held true to his word and moved into the little house on Mockingbird Lane over the next week. Mrs. Carrington was so happy for them she baked them a cake. Hiiro learned fairly quickly that he’d been the only person in town that didn’t know Duo was gay. The nicest part of it was that their relationship was not only tolerated but celebrated by all the people that loved his new lover so much.

He didn’t give up work but he ended up toning it down to one studio vocalist that worked under the stage name Shinigami. Duo still flat out refused to sell his art anywhere but the local gallery however. That was ok with Hiiro though, it just made them that much more precious to him. He got in trouble several times for buying the ones he liked for his study in the basement but hey, that just gave them an excuse to make up! ? They did a lot of making up even when they weren’t fighting.

After four months of living in this way, in this town, with these people and Duo by his side he understood why his braided lover would never leave this place. Why he wasn’t interested in fame or fortune. He already had paradise and the best part was it was right out there in their front yard. Or... right there on the couch beside him snuggled up under his arm smelling so sweet and looking so … damn… good….

“Mmmmm,” Duo moaned gently letting him draw deeply from his lips as the commentator of the TV continued his speech.

“Lets go to bed.”

“Hn hn hn... It’s only seven o’clock.”

“I’ll keep you busy till bedtime,” Hiiro promised running his finger down his shirt.

“Mmm, you can keep me busy forever if you like,” Duo grinned rolling over on top of him.

“Forever and ever,” Hiiro agreed tasting the salty texture of his skin. Gods, life was SO good! “I love you,” he told him softly just because if he didn’t he felt like it might just burst out his eyes.

Duo groaned low in his chest, a sound that resembled the deep purr of a large cat as he melted into him and whispered, “Show me.”

owari :)

 

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