Cursed Leather and Dark Liquor

Cursed Leather and Dark Liquor

Disclaimers: Nope, don't own it. Not the boys. Not the song. Don’t get paid either.

Pairing: 1x2

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: A bit of angst, lemon, songfic, unavoidable OOC, Heero POV, get-together.

Description: Heero takes to accompanying Duo on his nights out, especially when a
particular pair of pants are involved.

Notes: As with any songfic, it is recommended listening to the song as you read will enhance it ya? I Am Terrified (Alec Empire Remix) by IAMX. Happy reading!

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//denotes lyrics//
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The breeze is warm tonight, near midnight and the humidity lingers just above our heads as I once again allow myself to be dragged to the local club Duo frequents. I have to follow him. There’s no uncertainty in my mind about it because every time Duo wears those leather pants there’s always a commotion. He’s said it himself once, that black leather just asks for trouble. He must be looking for an inconvenience tonight, I think to myself frowning. I watch the dip of bare skin showing between his shoulder blades and unconsciously stand closer behind him. The stray hair at the juncture of his neck too short to stay bound whooshes toward me and a heady aroma of heat and sexual anxiety overcome my senses. I hold the heavy black door open after him, the bottomless bass pounding like a thrumming heartbeat. One song melds into another and a high sultry voice calls out in a synthesized moan; the electronic beats and tenor of his voice a severe contrast to the bass rumbling my chest. Generally, I prefer music that isn’t so chaotic but Duo had made it easy for me to see the positives of wicked industrial sounds.

“I got the cover so long as you promise to watch my back. The curse of the pants!” Duo half shouts, pointing with flicks of his wrists to his leather pants.

I nod not willing to shout over the music and follow him straight to the bar. It is packed as usual and aids in my unnerved edge of large crowds of people. Duo grabs my forearm and squeezes both of our bodies to stand along the long black marble bar counter when there was clearly only room for one. It was easy to wait patiently as Duo always ordered for the both of us.

I was previously adverse to drinking alcohol as it was taxing event for me to reach the point of enjoyable intoxication. From the wars, I was forced to build a tolerance. Duo couldn’t believe it when I’d told him. Of course he had wanted to test out the theory and make money at the same time. Worthy of his unwavering faith in me, I drank eight burly men under the table and could still walk a straight line. Unfortunately, the celebratory shot of some dark liquor was one too many that snapped me into intense inebriation. Like going zero to eighty in three seconds. I slurred a bit and by Duo’s word was more emotional than a woman on her bad week that night. Luckily, I don’t remember and I’m mostly certain he was exaggerating. In any case I now drink casually content to know my limits but never close to reaching them.

A woman wearing far too much perfume squeezes herself beside me, the smell drawing my attention.

The music pounds and I find the beat sensually wrapping around my mind and I try and listen to the singer’s whining voice.


//You look good in leather
In bars//


My eyes immediately sway to Duo as he waits for the drinks. He’s unconsciously rolling his hips from side to side with the pounding drums, his torso following the movements. My eyes of their own will travel down to his firm backside in those leather pants. He says they’re snug but I say he’s been poured right into them. I’m so distracted I don’t see the drink he’s trying to hand me. I don’t see whether or not he’s caught me openly staring. I don’t see the drink get tipped to the floor as some guy, hairy and leering grabbing Duo’s arm until it’s too late.

Duo bristles and faces the heavyset guy. “That’s six bucks you owe me man.”

I do not like the gleam in the stranger’s eyes as he strides toward Duo purposefully. I want to step to his defense but Duo’s hand shoots out, his palm pushing against the man’s shirt. “I’m not interested.”

“Well I am. I’ll give you more than six dollars too. Why don’t you come with me?” My fists clench at my side hearing the implication.

Scouting around us I notice a few paces behind the man are what seemed to be his acquaintances, watching avidly for either the man’s success or humiliation. Then the man is stumbling backward unceremoniously, ass to the floor and skidding very close to where said acquaintances sit watching. I turn my head to Duo who is shaking his arm off, his neck going to one side, stretching in anticipation of a fight.

“Woah! That was hot.” I hear another guy say, trying to get Duo’s attention. I groan inwardly. We’d barely been here five minutes and already Duo was in the middle of a fiasco. I’ve never been the superstitious type but every time those pants were on Duo something like this happened. Fights were rarer than the discouraged and occasional crying suitor but it never seemed to happen when Duo was in a pair of jeans.

Duo was so busy turning down the awestruck guy that he didn’t see the burly man he had punched come at him; but then that was what I was there for. I step in front of Duo, reaching behind me to grab him, my hand at the small of his back, pressing his front flush to me. I feel Duo’s breath suddenly in my ear in suspense momentarily distracting me. The fuming man’s rings graze my cheek leaving scratches from the metal. Duo gasps and in turn I am pissed. His hand still extended from the attempt to pound my face, I grab his wrist with one hand breaking it in a swift movement, using his unbalanced state to pull him to me and take him down in one fell swoop to the ground with my elbow to the side of his head. He hits the floor in two seconds, unconscious.

The bartender shouts for security when the young blonde who was vying for Duo’s attention earlier convinces the irritated keep that it was the guy on the floor’s fault. I bend down searching the guy’s wallet and pull out a twenty, handing it to Duo. He stares at me for a long moment smirking. The wildness in his eyes is so fascinating. Grabbing the twenty he squeezes my arm in gratitude.

Moments later a couple drinks are shoved at me and I eye it ruefully. It would be nice to drink it but it was dark in color and I remembered Duo’s taunts of dark colored shots. In my skepticism, I hear the security guards swearing as they drag the hairy knocked out fool out of the double black doors. I look to Duo, aiming to ask what it was he ordered me when I see him talking closely to the guy who’d stopped us from getting kicked out. A wave of uncertainty broke out along my skin. My fingers dancing along the rim of the shot glasses and I impulsively toss back the unidentified liquid. The bad after taste rolled on my tongue feeling remarkably like jealousy. I strain to hear Duo’s conversation as he throws his head back and laughs.


//Breaking things, breaking hearts//


“Yeah I don’t mind a dance, I could use it. My adrenaline is pumping! Just a dance though, man.” I hear my long haired friend say. “Huh? Oh Heero. No, we’re not lovers.” Duo laughs.
I can’t help but feel a pang of irritation. Would being my lover be that bad? That comical of an idea? The idea of Duo and I as lovers makes heat roll in my belly and I know it’s not the alcohol.

I motion to the bartender for another couple rounds and when he asks me if I want the same thing, I no longer care what I drink. The idea of testing my limits of alcohol sounding suddenly and devastatingly full of allure. The drinks are shoved at me, drops of it splashing onto the bar. I pitch them back eyeing Duo and his little blonde dance partner. The skinny blonde boy’s hands roaming all over Duo as Duo’s own hands roam over himself. I observe and ache in silence as Duo’s fingers drag against the tops of his thighs making indents in his tight leather, dragging them up raising his white gothic style shirt to show his toned stomach as he flowed and swayed to the beat.

Seeing him like this reminds me of the moment I realized I wanted him. He had gotten drunk in a safe house to numb the sting of a few injuries he’d gotten on a mission. I was adamant about not letting him listen to music because amongst the other obvious long list of reasons, we were hiding out. Somehow, he had found and reassembled an old radio with clock parts. I vividly remember cursing his resourcefulness and stomping down the hall to the small, dusty room with white sheets draped over the furniture. It had been music that used to be called 80’s. No one knew songs that old except naturally, Duo. I watched him writhe and grind alone in the room. He moved like the gypsies on L1 used to when I’d pass by a particularly ethnic corner. I knew what he felt as he danced because he communicated it so openly.

Shot glasses were once again placed in front of me – the clank bringing me out of my reverie – and I swipe my hand across my mouth after downing them. The braided siren was feeling impious now, letting the blonde invader grind against him, lapping up all the sensuality that was Duo.


//You look good in pleasure.
In hotels//


I sulk internally, the irritation and longing momentarily subsiding with all the shots I was heaving back. The bartender is eying me wearily but before he can cut me off of this fine brown liquid I speak first.

“I’m fine,” I gruff out – throat dry even though I’d been drowning in drinks the whole time. “I hold liquor well.”

“Do you ever…” he says with raised eyebrows, “Regardless I think I’ll have to cut you off now. No human can drink over eighteen shots so fast and be alive. No one’s dying on my watch.”

“Well if you’re keeping count you should have cut me off earlier according to human standards.” I deadpan. “It’s no problem. I’ll close out my tab and go.”

The bartender nods sheepishly and turns to ring me up. Truth be told I was feeling a slight head change. I felt as if I could start a full conversation at any moment. Maybe even try my hand at moving to this beat I both disliked and enjoyed. Maybe a bit more thick dark liquor and I could grab Duo and give into some impulse I felt deep inside.
I feel it now. It’s sitting heavy in my chest; every drop of alcohol pushing my need for Duo higher, like a boat in a flood. Watching as the bartender is preoccupied, I reach over and snag the bottle he was pouring me shots with. My fingers sure were sticky tonight. That is something Duo would say. I loll my head to the right searching for him beneath the lasers and heated strobe lights.

Sighing, I sign my name on the receipt and head to the door. I’d walk back to the apartment. It was only a few blocks. Hopefully sooner rather than later I’d get there so I can slide under the covers and wish for morning. These nights were torturous and frustrating for me. Following Duo around, stuck somewhere between trailing him like a lost puppy and assuming he needs my protection. My growing attraction to him is forcing me to be masochist of some sort.


//But loneliness is the key to break that spell
I am terrified
I think too much//


As I’m bounding out the door full stride, I sense Duo somehow and turn around. He unceremoniously walks into me and the minor intoxication that I feel causes me to stumble back a few steps. We steady one another and I’m at a loss for words as I stare at him, his bangs clinging to his forehead and glistening with sweat and glitter. Was he wearing glitter earlier? I want to take another mouthful of liquor to keep the progression going. I know my body expels it faster than it takes me to get drunk. I have to drink with purpose. I have a purpose.

He’s staring at me with an odd look on his face. He closes the space between us, his body heat radiating from him. He ghosts his cheek against mine, his breath hot on my ear. “You okay Heero? Your face is red.”

He pulls back looking at me for an answer. There’s a low growl I can’t stop from bursting from the back of my throat and I pull him close to reply. I boldly slide the hand that’s tightly holding the bottle onto the small of his back; a slight déjà vu of before and press him flush against me, my other hand digging deliciously into the curls at the nape of his neck. I’d kiss him this way, I think to myself as I lean in slowly. I hear his breath snag in his throat. A small shudder taking him as I bypass his mouth and whisper into his ear, “I…I think I’m almost drunk.”

He turns his lips to my ear and I shiver with the movement of his mouth, “You going home?” He feels me nod. “I’ll go with you. Wait a second.”

He pushes away from me and heads to the bar where the young dance partner was beaming at him. I take another drink from the bottle and swivel on my foot heading outside at the sight. My last bit of sick satisfaction is the look of disappointment on the grubby Duo stealer’s face. Why does he even bother coming with me?


//I get emotional
When I drink too much//


“Heero wait up! What the hell! I said a minute.” Duo exclaims as he runs to catch up with me, “Are you really drunk?”

“Nearly.”

My stride is longer than Duo’s even though he is taller by a couple of inches. He double stepsto keep with my pace and stares at me. “Well you wanna stop it already?”

“Not party…cular…particular…particularly.”

Duo looks wide-eyed at me. “You’re stuttering!? Give me the bottle Heero. A little drink is good, a stuttering lot is not. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He states, trying to pry the bottle out of my hands.

Not one to give in I pull it back. The game commonly known as ‘Tug of War’ over the bottle had begun, finally ending when I tricked Duo into thinking I was giving in so that just as his hand went lax, I tugged it back forcefully. It causes him to stumble forward and the bottle’s contents swiveled and sloshed, a large amount coming out of the top and splashing all over Duo.

He shouts then. The only two people on the entire block but he still shouts. “My cursed pants! What the fuck Heero!?”


//I buy every cry
Cause I don’t trust//


I want to say sorry. Apology came easy for me. Easier than I anticipated it would have. Duo would say that he never pegged me for the one of the five of us to be so apologetic. I steel. I wasn’t sorry his injudicious pants had gotten messed up. His pants were the curse that caused all this. All the stupid jealousy I’m feeling and now the drinking. I can’t believe I’m drunk. I toss back another taste and keep walking; no apology on my tongue, just dark intemperance.

We get to the apartments and what do I find? A little blonde sitting on our steps outside. It’s humid for sure, foggy outside even. The air is thick but I don’t know that – that’s what is making my throat constrict with feeling. Duo tosses me a weary glance and bounds to the blonde. They talk quickly and Duo shuffles the boy inside, giving him Duo’s key. A sick feeling churns my stomach and again, it’s not the alcohol.


//I am terrified
I think too much//


Being under the impression that we live together would be wrong, we are actually neighbors. It was cordial sharing a room when we had to but now that the wars were over we enjoyed the space to stretch out. Despite my clean nature I take up a lot of space. Duo obviously more so. It’d be a big step to move back in with one another but I realize that I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Duo walks me upstairs but I want to turn off the feelings. Bring the stoic mask into place. I know he’ll go back to his room and him and the short blonde haired guy will…

“Night Heero. Sleep it off.” He says, closing my door. I don’t bother responding.

I hear some laughter but the door never shuts. He’s doing this to torture me. Sex with the door open… with someone who isn’t me… plastered Heero passed out in his room next door? No one will know. Duo was an easy read for me. Exhibitionism excited him. I could easily plan a day as if I were Duo himself and Duo would agree that everything I did, he would have done. I think he could do the same for me. Except in this case. This is indeed the second time I was drunk in my life. He couldn’t have anticipated that or the reasons why.

I stumble back toward my front door, creaking it open. Supporting myself on the wall between our doors, I haul myself to the closest part of the door jamb where I couldn’t be seen. I could hear though.

A moan. Duo. I squeeze my eyes shut.


//In your blood, the fetish
The prize of a million moments teasing blind//


I can’t take the idea of him doing this and it’s not with me. I hear that same song from the club playing in his room and I’m not surprised at all he has it. Possibilities dance behind my eyelids. That boat filled with emotion and some sure embarrassment is lodged somewhere in my throat and I’m afraid it’ll spill from my lips at any second now.

There’s a gasp. “Gavin, I told you just a dance. You tempt me showing up here. How’d you get here before me anyway? No no, listen. I’m flattered but I just have something going on.”

“Someone else? I thought you and that guy were not lovers.” The guy sounds disappointed.

“We’re not but I, he needs some help now and I’d never forgive myself if I left him. These pants get me into a lot of trouble and he’s always there cleaning up my messes.” Even I thought he sounded ridiculous – no wonder he doesn’t lie.

“You want him?” the guy queries, skipping the excuses.

I don’t realize I am holding my breath, gripping the bottle in anticpation of an answer. It feelslike forever that there isn’t one. Maybe my face is turning blue by now. Abruptly the blonde walks out the door, stopping as he notices me standing there and stares a moment before continuing out the building. I think Duo knew I was there then and I had no reason to hide if that was the case. I roll against the wall again pushing myself to lean on his door frame, straddling the line of his apartment and the hallway. I drag the bottle along my lips again.


//Will release you from the circus, the railway//


“Heero.”

“Duo.”

“What the fuck?” he says defensively.

I shrug. “You should close your door.”

He came to stand toe to toe with me, leaning casually on the other side of the frame. This could go badly…

“What’d you hear?”

“Does it matter?” I say.

He runs a hand through his bangs and grabs the bottle from my hands downing the rest and squinting as it goes down. “Yeah, you saw me say I wanted you?” he asks openly, crossing his arms.

“No” I say, smirking that he gave himself away. “So… you said yes? You want me?” A question I’d never ask sober.

Duo clicks his tongue against his teeth, uncrosses his arms, pushes off the door and fastens his mouth fully to mine. I was dizzy already but now I feel weak, heavy and light at the same time as his lips ghost over my own – exploring the feel and shape. I hadn’t realized I’d mimicked the embrace from earlier until after we parted for air.


//but the gravity between us will keep us safe//


“You’re staying over tonight, Heero.”

“Okay.” I say, at a loss if there was intent behind the declaration.

He steers me with his hands on my shoulders straight into the bathroom. His long fingers starts pulling my vest over my head, unbuttoning my shirt underneath. I stop him with my hands, pushing him against the sink countertop and plundering his mouth with my own. Finally out of the trance the music and Duo had on me. This was an opportunity and I wasn’t about to not live out a few of my fantasies.

In one swoop I pull Duo’s shirt over his head, breaking contact for only a moment. I was feeling carnal; drunk not on the alcohol but the heady smell of Duo’s sweat and scented shampoo and sweat. The bass kicked in slowly, sounding like some sultry march. That gut thumping bass and great rhythm never relinquishing its addictive grasp. I couldn’t help but get a little rough but the look on Duo’s face, the heavy lidded eyes and devilish smirk showed me he could take what I could barely restrain. I gave a push at his shoulders and his back hit the wall in the hallway, pictures clacking and I brace my hands on either side of his head, trapping him. He tugs at my shirt, the last of the buttons popping off leaving the cool air to hit my stomach. My lips refusing to leave his. His hands leaving traces of fire as they explored my skin.

With a low grunt I cup each side of his ass and hike him up using the wall as leverage, his legs automatically wrapping around my waist with a surprised yelp of his own. The noise only making my passion flair more and I break away from his swollen lips, grazing my teeth along his neck. He adjusts himself and I can’t stop from grinding against him. Whimpers and short pants were coming from his throat in earnest and I was eager to find ways to elicit more noises.

Suffice to say we never made it to anything as comfortable as a bed. I stumble with him attached to my waist to the nearest flat surface, that being the kitchen island. I prop him up and he lifts his hips to free his cock from its restraints. I bury my face in his lap, his hands coming to my hair to urge me on. Taking him in my mouth is intensely gratifying and as I lick along the underside of his shaft – flicking my tongue at the underside of the head, Duo bucks his hips asking for more. I hold his hips down with one hand as I reach to free myself from my pants, the constraint distracting.

I make quick work of Duo who thrashes against the table close to release, my own hand moving at an increasing pace. Pulling back with a pop, I realize my drunkenness was calming to a succinct temperament. I think they called it being buzzed. I look up at Duo, eyes heavy lidded, mouth open in question. Did I want to have sex now that I could think a bit clearly? Would I have to drink every time, just to work up the nerve?


// I am terrified
I think too much
I get emotional
When I drink too much//


The long drawn out whine of Duo calling my name snaps me out of my quest for answers. I stand up staring at him and he reaches down seductively, grabbing my throbbing erection and gives it steady strokes. My hips follow his hand and I can’t help but groan at the coiling just below my belly button along with something else.

“Duo. Duo wait!” I urge.

He removes his hand quickly, a look of rejection marring his face. I fumble to reassure him.

“No, just one second. I really have to pee.”

He laughs at me as I shuffle quickly back into my bathroom. I hear him as I stand there trying to piss whilst harder than a rock. Long moments later I am surprisingly in charge of my faculties after minutes before feeling not like myself. I have a slight throb in my head and a larger throb between my thighs as I seek out Duo once more. I don’t find him where I left him. Where I find him is on my bed. I couldn’t have been more pleased and add to the fact that he was slowly pulling on his cock with his eyes closed and mouth parted. I am in downright heaven.

He yelps as I cover his body with mine and cranes his neck up to kiss me.

“You were taking long. I couldn’t wait.”

“I can’t wait either.” I say nudging the tip of my cock against the place I’ll soon find my completion.

He gasps and reaches for the lotion on my nightstand, mumbling something about investing in lube in bulk. I coat my fingers and press two inside of his hole. He’s got me frenzied for him. He clenches and pulls my fingers deeper and my dick is dripping with anticipation. It’s nearly too much as I see him tossing his head around, pushing back on my hand, my cock is rubbing against the underside of his thigh. When he cries out I stop thinking I’d hurt him but he’s pushing back harder than ever, crying out my name, begging me to fuck him.

My heart was hammering and I can barely catch my breath at the sight of him. I waste no time stroking myself with lotion and easing myself into his puckering hole. We both groan and I vow that I have never felt anything so good, the clasping of his muscles against me nearly bringing me to the edge. I pull out all the way to make it last and not embarrass myself. His mewls for more and suggestive caresses bring to me plunge into him fully. He wills me on, my pace fast and hard from the very first thrust. I bend over him and he clutches on to me, licking my earlobe and telling me he’s close.

I reach down to stroke him but he bats my hand away seeing how I can barely keep my hands up to support my own weight. I watch him stroke himself a handful of times before his muscles clamp down on me and I allow myself to let go as well. Our shouts and moans undecipherable to which of us it came from as I swell and explode into him. I looked to him and his bangs are sticking up and his face glows as the cum drips from the side of his chest and stomach. I grant us both a few post coital slow hard thrusts reveling in the feeling and his little grunts before pulling out and hugging him to my body.
No longer inebriated at all I find it easy to be verbal.

“You knew I wanted you too, Duo? What gave it away?”

“You staring at my ass at the bar.”

“Those damned pants. I believe they really are cursed. ” I say mock scowling.

“Don’t hate the pants.”

I blearily lift my head to see Duo’s silky hip contrasting my dark sheets; the tip of his soft cock peeking from the confines of the fabric. I groan already remembering the sounds and touch of him. My hand drifts down but I am so tired. More like I feel a lead truck had been placed on my head and Duo quells me with his hands in my hair until I am nearly asleep.

“Thank you Duo.” I mumble.

“Thank you sweet black leather pants.” I hear him crow before he curls up next to me and his breath evens out.


-Owari