Tinkering Away

Pilot 02, here! Need anythin' at all? Hit me up!

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Heero wouldn’t mind kissing Duo again, but he also wanted to save himself the embarrassment of probably sucking ass at it, so he decided to do something he knew he was good at. He pulled back a little, lapping at and sucking on the head of Duo’s cock, thumbing the underside of it before taking it into his mouth again, moaning a little as he went a little deeper. It was nice to be able to do this slow. Duo was moving his hips, but he wasn’t ramming his cock down his throat, which is what Laurent always liked to do.

Duo was treating him like he was a person, not a sex toy, which was an upgrade. He didn’t want Duo to come just yet, and he didn’t want to scare him by showing him exactly how much of a gag reflex he didn’t have, so as soon as he tasted precome, he pulled back completely, going back to just his hand as he stood once more before kissing him, pressing Duo harder against the wall.

His goal wasn’t to have sex with him, although if that happened, it happened. That didn’t have to be his goal, for once. They could just stay like this, kissing while Heero jerked him off. Hell there was a bed a few feet away they could lie on and explore each other on.

"Don’t misunderstand me," Heero said. "I’m not here for sex, I’m here to model, but… But I am open to—well—all of this at any time. Even if it’s just kissing or touching." God, he felt like he’d been deprived of something as he pulled Duo away from the wall, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him again.

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Suck ass at kissing? It was only a matter of doing with Duo. He didn't judge kissing, and Heero had been doing a pretty good job at keeping up with the pace of the kiss. Panting a bit as he watched Heero at his cock, the photographer shuddered and bit down on his lip. Shit. Heero was a fucking looker and even hotter on his knees. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph this was one of the hotter blow jobs he was given.

And why shouldn't he treat Heero as a person? He was one. He stroked his hands through that hair and scratched at his scalp and let his eyes glaze over. When Heero pulled back and stood up, Duo moaned and answered that kiss, nipping his lips, arms slipping around the other's slender waist. Broad shoulders tapering down to that narrow waist and perfectly formed ass. At least, he bet it was perfectly formed.  Glazed eyes looked into Heero's darkened ones and a curse left his lips. "Holy shit," he whispered, grabbing Heero's chin and just gazing. Where was his fucking camera when he needed it? That fucking color was unreal and that face was nearly enough to make him come.

Duo pushed up against Heero, kissing him again after he spoke. "Look... 'm usually not one ta kiss without you buyin' me dinner first, but...Yeah I know.. Yer modelin' fer me..."

With that said, he dislodged Heero and pushed him towards the bed, making the other lay down on it before straddling him. He rolled his hips over Heero's own, cock wet and leaking as he kissed that man hard and fast. Sex? Probably not, but this was good. If this never happened again he would be okay with it, totally fine! 

If nothing else this would get that awkward being turned on by your roommate thing out of their system.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Oh, so Duo did want it after all. He kept up the teasing, enjoying the little noises Duo made, panting softly until Duo’s mouth was on his and he nearly stopped. Heero had never been kissed before. Fucked, sure, hundreds of times. But no one ever wanted him enough to get intimate enough for kissing, let alone something involving tongue that wasn’t just licking someone’s cock.

He removed his hand from Duo’s briefs and instead focused on the kissing, focused on Duo’s mouth and tongue and how Duo felt underneath him. He sighed into Duo’s mouth, ending it with an innocent peck, his eyes unfocused and dark, face hot.

"No one’s…" He was seriously breathless. "No one’s ever…" He focused his gaze for a moment on Duo’s eyes, palm burning against Duo’s cheek now before kissing him again. He hooked his fingers into Duo’s waistband and tugged his underwear down, freeing his cock. He could feel it against his jeans, the only pesky barrier between them. He teased Duo’s tongue with his before breaking the kiss and focusing again on his neck, hands trailing a burning path down his shoulders and torso before he made his way down, kissing every muscle contour, dipping his tongue in Duo’s navel, kissing all the way down his happy trail before kneeling before his cock.

He looked up at Duo before taking Duo’s cock in his hand again, stroking him a few times before kissing the tip. He looked up at him again to gauge his reaction before throwing caution to the wind and taking half of Duo’s cock into his mouth, stroking what he couldn’t get in yet. He didn’t want to go from kissing to deep-throating after all. What fun was that?

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Kissing was something he loved to do. It was hot and a huge turn on and everything good in the world was kissing. So when Heero ended it with a little peck and then those words, Duo's grin turned shit-eating and he just laughed before answering that kiss. Pinned against the wall, back hitting the cold wood, Duo felt good, felt alive. He moaned into Heero's mouth and just kissed him back, trying to teach the man how to do this. 

And then his briefs were tugged off and he shuddered hard when he felt that mouth going south. He was breathless for a moment before he shuddered and bit down on his bottom lip. Both hands went to Heero's hair, mouth opening as he watched half of his erection disappear into that willing mouth.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening. "Y-you uh.. Don't...N-nevermind," he whispered, shaking his head and just rolled his hips upward lightly. The hand and the mouth were good, but he wanted to teach him more about kissing all at the same time. Damn conflicting interests.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Obviously Duo hadn’t taken the hint, even though it wasn’t all that subtle. Heero slid off the bed and sashayed over, putting a little extra sway in his hips before pushing Duo against the wall and whispering, “I guess I’ll have to take care of it then.” This was almost too easy. He smirked before kissing and nipping at Duo’s neck, not trying to leave marks in case that wasn’t his thing—Duo was new and unfamiliar. Laurent hated marks, so Heero was always so careful—as his hand carefully slipped down the front of Duo’s briefs.

Holy shit was Duo hard. He stroked him slowly, teasing him as his palm just barely touched him, his mouth pressed against Duo’s pulse point as he ground a hip into his.

"I’m more than just a pretty face," Heero purred. "Name it and I can probably do it." His voice deepened when he chuckled, stroking Duo with just two fingers now. "What do you want me to do, Duo? What do you want to do?”

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Subtle hints didn't work with Duo, as much as he flirted. You had to be really blunt with him. A lot like this. He gave a little half growling noise, half surprised noise and just froze up a bit. His body arched to that teasing hand and then those lips were on his neck and he was seriously somehow getting harder.

His hands came up to rest on Heero's his as a groan tore from his throat and that voice was so close to his ear. He twtiched and turned his head, catching Heero's lips with his own, giving him a slow, deep kiss, working his lips against the other's. One hand slid up to Heero's hair, grabbing a handful of it as he pushed his tongue past those lips, teasing his teeth and then bit down on that bottom lips. All the while his other hand was on Heero's hip, squeezing it, tugging him closer as he pushed his own hips into Heero's hand.

Wel, maybe being roommates wasn't going to be so bad. He wasn't exactly looking for this with the project, but it could prove invaluable. That and damn Heero knew how to tease.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Four outlets was three more than his old room had, and they worked. Well, he assumed they worked. He hadn’t tested them out yet. He rummaged through his bag for his phone charger and plugged it into one of the outlets. His phone chirped and showed a battery filling up on the screen with a CHARGING… underneath it. Well at least one of them worked. He could plug things into his laptop and use that as a charging dock if the other four didn’t work. Extension cords…weren’t exactly the safest.

A thousand a week, huh? He was normally paid half that for a shoot. Cheap bastards. Heero wasn’t exactly sure if that was enough, or too much even. Besides, he didn’t want to ask for a lot of money and seem like he was taking advantage of him…

He looked over at Duo and noticed the tent in Duo’s briefs. His eyes went from that to Duo’s face and back, cheeks burning. He looked entirely too long at it, opting instead to look anywhere else. Shit. He needed to go somewhere private and take care of his own problem before shit got out of hand. Although he wouldn’t mind Duo’s hand taking care of—

Too soon. Waaaaay too soon. He’d just gotten here, at least give everything some time. He leaned back on the bed, bracing himself on his elbows, staring at Duo with a “come hither” look.

"You gonna take care of that, or…"

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He watched Heero putter about the room. It was fascinating how child-like the other was right now. He supposed not everyone could afford as good as conditions as he lived. He was kind of famous and well paid. Not to mention the only thing Duo bought that wasn't food, or bills, was drugs and sometimes new equipment. Everything else someone else supplied him with. Speaking of someone else, he really had to call Quatre and let him know he couldn't just barge in anymore.

Duo hummed to himself and scratched absentmindedly at his chin as he thought about Quatre. The little blond spoiled the shit out of him. They'd been friends before Duo got famous, Quatre had helped him out in quite a few tight spots, but Duo had paid him back every cent, much to Quatre's chagrin.

The photographer was so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed Heero staring at him like that and then blinked at the voice, glancing up and basically gawked at Heero's expression. Then the words registered and he cleared his throat a bit and coughed.

"Uuuuh... Right uh... Guess I'll leave ya to it then? 'f ya need anythin'... 'm right across the way. ....Or in th'livin' room. I do yoga there sometimes. Welcome ta join me." 

Duo didn't really want to go, but what else could he do but let the guy settle in. 

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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"Roommates…?" He wasn’t expecting that. Roommates implied friendship, didn’t it? He guessed there was nothing wrong with that. "I suppose that makes sense. I just don’t want to cross any boundaries. I’ve never lived with someone else before except—" No. He didn’t want to talk about Laurent. He exhaled instead, refusing to elaborate. He didn’t want to cause too much of a fuss about that, considering his previous living conditions. He flicked the light off and then on again, amazed at working electricity. He forgot what that was like. "I guess I don’t have to charge everything at Starbucks anymore." He grinned like a little kid given a piece of candy. 

"This is going to take some getting used to," Heero said. "Last person I’d…stayed with was very strict, very ‘don’t ask questions, do as I say’. We didn’t talk, we didn’t eat together. Only time we communicated was—" He didn’t want to think about that. "—when working. Aside from that, I often was sat in silence." He placed his duffel bag on the floor, and his backpack on the bed. It looked sturdy and comfortable enough to him. He wouldn’t mind testing it out…and it seemed like Duo wouldn’t mind either, but they’d literally just met—

Not that that’s ever stopped him. But that was a mistake he’d since lived to regret. But Duo seemed a hell of a lot nicer than Laurent, and more attractive, to boot, but was it worth getting involved when it’d be over by this time next year?

At least he could choose what pictures were shown. No one had ever given him that kind of choice before. No one had ever given him a choice when it came to much in his life.

"I think I can do dinner every night," Heero said, "as long as it’s all right with you. I don’t mind cooking, especially if it’ll help me earn my keep a little. If you have any dishes you’d like me to make, just let me know." He smiled a bit. "I’m used to cooking, and if I don’t know it, you can teach me or I can look it up."

Oh. Right. Money. He was getting paid for this, wasn’t he? They’d never discussed exactly how much. “We never discussed the topic of payment, have we? I’m not exactly sure how much you’re paying me or what would be the most suitable to charge…”

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“Yeah, roommates. I mean...” Duo trailed off and shrugged a little bit. “Pretty much the only boundary is knock b'fore ya come in the room,” he grinned at the other, still groggy and pushed a hand through his hair as he started to stretch himself out. When Heero started playing with the lights, Duo arched a brow and just watched him in half amusement and half curiosity. What the hell? “Nah... I think yer rooms got... four...? outlets, maybe? Fuck 'f I remember. 'f ya need extension cords just ask. Gotta bunch 've 'em.” He rubbed at the corner of his eye, piratically digging his finger into it before wandering towards his door again, still listening.

“Strict? Shit, once ya get ta know me yer gonna see how fuckin' lax I am 'bout all this sorta shit. 'f ya wanna talk about anythin' just find me an' we'll talk. Then Heero was on the bed and Duo's interest was piqued. He watched the man, followed the lines of his body and licked his bottom lip. God damn, he was really hot. He had half a mind to move over to the bed and straddle hm and grind...

Well now he had a boner. ...Shit he was in briefs too. Shifting a bit, he cleared his throat and blinked. “Sweet. Love me some dinner. Earnin' yer keep? Heero yer basically modelin' fer me 24/7, that's earnin' yer keep enough.” He cackled and put a hand in front of his hard on, nodding. Cooking for another human would be great. Normally he cooked meat for some stray cats, or a neighbors dog if he was taking care of it. Rubbing his neck with the other hand, Duo thought about that for a moment and hummed. Heero taking care of a dog would make a fantastic photoshoot. Maybe Mrs. Ramsay would go on another vacation.. That crazy old broad was always away, seeing the world and then coming back to her home for a rest, and then she was off again.

“Oh, yer gettin' 'bout a thousand per week 'cause 's sorta an invasion of privacy an' I wanna make sure yer well taken care of. 'f yer thinkin' it should be more, yeah, talk ta me about it. I ain't hurtin' fer cash.”

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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"I…I hope you don’t think I’m objecting to your state of current dress," Heero said. "This is…This is your place after all. If you want to walk around in your underwear, it’s fine by me. I do the same at my previous place." He shrugged. He was more interested in what was in the underwear. But of course he couldn’t do anything. He wanted to, sure, but he wouldn’t. He’d stuck his hand in that fire already, and got burned. He wasn’t going to do it again.

Heero looked at the coffee. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah I don’t…really sleep much. I  kind of just drink coffee in between dozing for an hour or so.” He placed them on the coffee table. Sleeping was dangerous for him anyway. Too many nightmares, too many phantoms lurking in the shadows of his bedroom. The area Duo pointed out was rather dark, but Heero didn’t mind at all. He’d been without electricity for a while, charging his electronics at Starbucks and subsisting off take out. He was used to the dark.

"If you’d rather do the tour when you’re more awake…" But Duo had already taken one of his bags and wandered off, so Heero simply sighed and followed. There was a hint of some kind of floral-y, fruity scent in the air, but Heero didn’t mind. “I’m sure it’ll smell like me soon enough.” He wore cologne often enough. “I don’t think you want me too comfortable, otherwise you might not be able to get rid of me.” He meant that to be funny, but Heero didn’t think it very funny at all.

If anything, Heero felt more like he was intruding. Which was funny, because Heero’s life was the one being intruded upon. He just didn’t want to seem like an inconvenience. “I’m sure I’ll figure out where everything is. You said your room was off-limits, which is fine. I doubt you’ll really see me outside of my room, except when you need me. I usually shower at night, but if that’s a conflict, I can switch to something else…” He shrugged again. “It’s not a big deal or anything. I just want to accommodate your schedule since I’m the guest staying here.”

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“Hey, hey, Shhh.” Duo grinned at Heero and just rubbed his eye with his free hand before he flicked o the lights to Heero's room. It was a nicely decorated place. Good dark wood furniture, a bed that had a canopy. It was a neutral green because the girl's favorite color happened to be green at the time. “Listen ta me, 'm kay? We're roommates. 's is yer home an' my home. The only rule is clean up after yerself. Other than that, we just gotta work around each other, figure each other out an' all that shit. Like, come scream at me 'f I got the radio too loud, or the TV too loud. 'f ya wanna smoke with me knock on the door an' then ya can come in and I'll share a joint, a cigarette, whatever. 'f ya just wanna talk, c'm an' find me. I ain't gonna bit yer head off or nothin'.

“The project's gonna start while yer unpackin', but after that 's gonna be slow movin' as ya get comfortable. Some days I may take three picutres, other day three hundred. Just depends on th' mood. An' if yer not comfortable with somethin' I'm photographin' just... Tell me. You get ta select what goes in the gallery or not. I mean.. 's you gonna be the star, so I don't wanna embarrass you or make ya uncomfortable.”

Duo sighed and put the bag down on the bed before he looked the man from head to toe. God, he could push Heero back on this bed right now and give him the ride of his life. BUT. He couldn't. No. That was moving beyond too fast. Still, he made sure to let Heero know he was looking, letting his eyes linger and then grinned. “Aside from yer amazin' good looks, I wanna get ta know the guy behind 'em. So... I do wanna do dinner tagether every night. We can alternate cookin' or orderin' take out. Later taday, you'll get yer first installment in cash, so.. You can do whatever with it.”

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Heero was confronted with a half-naked Duo Maxwell and his jaw dropped. Thank god he wasn’t on the phone because he might’ve told Cheyenne, “Holy shit.” Instead, he just openly gaped. Who was the model now? He dabbed at dry lips with his tongue and cleared his throat, his eyes going happily down Duo’s happy trail before stopping at the waistband of his briefs.

Maybe Duo should be an underwear model, those briefs looked like they were made for him. His own pants were growing tighter by the minute as he forced his eyes away. He said nothing about the scars. It wasn’t his place to ask about them anyway, but he knew they weren’t from freak tree climbing accidents.

It took him a minute to parse what Duo had said. Heero wasn’t great with accents. He spoke with one himself, apparently, but at least most people understood him. “Oh. No, no I think…I think I’ve got care of this.” He knew that wasn’t correct English and didn’t care. He had to not pay attention to his urge to rip Duo’s underwear off. With his teeth. Against a wall. No. Stop. Stop that right now.

His phone rang and he nearly dropped it when he fished it out. It was Cheyenne again. He put her on speaker.

"Cheyenne, I told you to hold everything."

"Ro, you said nothing about holding things from Jay."

Heero rolled his eyes. “What does he want?”

"He wants to know why you up and moved."

In a deadpan voice, he said, “Because I’m fucking broke.” And before Cheyenne could say another word, he hung up on her and turned the phone off. With a sigh, he looked around the place. It was pretty nice. There was a hint of stale weed, but aside from that it smelled clean. Looked pretty neat.

"I guess you should give me a tour…or something." He gestured to his bags. "Where do you want me to place these things?"

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If Heero were really getting that turned on, Duo pretended to not notice, or rather, he really didn't notice. He was not at his brightest in the mornings, and it was obvious. Sipping at his coffee, he just kind of watched Heero's reaction and then sighed. Okay, so he would have to wear sweats. No big deal, but it was a pain in the ass some days. He closed the door behind Heero without saying anything and just yawned.

All of a sudden, a woman's voice assaulted his ears and he winced and ducked back into the kitchen. Or he was going to, but then he smelled the coffee in Heero's hands and he turned around to peer at it as he hung up on the vial phone. “So uh... Drinkin' two coffee's, eh?” He grinned a little and brought one hand to scratch at his lower stomach before he shuffled to the living room now, motioning Heero to follow him. “Uuuh, cups can go on the coffee table. 's no dinin' area, 'cause I eat in my room or in front of the TV... and yer room's right thisa way.” He pointed past the kitchen to an area of the house that was dark.

Honestly, Duo didn't go in that part of the house but to clean it. “'s clean... I swept, mopped, new bedsheets on the bed.. washed the curtains.. Do decoratin' if ya want, but no uh... paintin'. 's not in the lease.” With a little noise, Duo flopped on the couch without a care in the world, legs spread, head back as he just tried to wake up. He wasn't a grumpy morning person, but he was groggy as hell. He was so groggy he hadn't even registered what Heero was wearing or the fact Heero hadn't even used proper English.

Then something registered. Tour. Shit. "Fuck me, 'm a bad host. Sorry, sorry. Uh.." He got up and looked to the bags, moving to grab one. "I'll.. show ya. Sorry fer bein' such an asshole. Not at my best in the mornin's." He then took the bag to the kitchen, walked through it, to the other side of the apartment. Here was his own bathroom and room. It wasn't the master bath or room, but it was bigger than most apartments. Or he felt like that, anyway. "Had a girlfriend livin' here.. Not like.. a girlfriend girlfriend, but anyway. Uh. So 'f it smells like perfume 's why."

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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The next morning, bright and early as he always was, Heero paid the cab driver he’d called to pick him and his two bags of luggage up and drop him off in front of a pretty nice looking apartment complex, all the while balancing a phone between his ear and shoulder, a tray with two venti sized coffees, and a shoulder bag that carried his personal electronics and anything he deemed “valuable”. The driver dumped his luggage on the curb and sped off to pick up some other fare.

"I told you to clear that," Heero said into the phone, shouldering the duffel bag that held all of his clothes and wheeling the suitcase that held, well, everything else into the building. It had a doorman. "Yes, clear everything. That’s what I said to do in the email I sent—I have commitments now, I can’t just drop everything.” He got into an elevator right before it closed, made his way towards the back, away from the two businessmen wearing rather expensive looking black suits. One was texting on his phone, the other was rambling into a bluetooth.

"I met him yesterday. It was fine. Flirty, but fine." Heero pressed the number for Duo’s floor. Very flirty, very fine, so very, very fine—

Heero exited the elevator and walked down the hall to the room Duo said in his email. He rang the doorbell. “Cheyenne. Listen to me. Clear everything, take all of my messages if you need to, I’m on a long term job and I need to focus, okay? If people want me for something, they’ll have to wait.” It wasn’t like he was in such big demand anymore anyway. He hung up without saying goodbye and shoved the phone in his jeans pocket. Someone from the apartment next door looked closely at him, taking in every detail, before pulling back.

"Can I help you?" Heero asked.

"That apartment is occupied," the neighbour said. "The empty one is across the hall."

"I’m not moving in to an empty apartment, I’m moving in as a roommate, not that it’s any of your business."

She placed her hand on his shoulder and patted it comfortingly. “He’ll kick you to the curb after a week, honey. He ain’t worth it.”

"I’ll be the judge of that." Heero shrugged her hand away. "Please return to your business." He rang the doorbell again.

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While Heero was hustling and bustling in the early morning, Duo was just getting out of bed. He was half naked, cigarette between his lips and on his way to the kitchen.

His room smelled like stale weed, not that he really minded, weed smelled good to him and in his line of work, it didn't matter if you were sober as long as you can point the camera and get a good shot, which he could. The weed was from last night before he slept. It always put him in the state of mind were he didn't have dreams, no nightmares or anything. He just... slept hard and deep. Sure it came with wicked cotton mouth in the morning, but that was a small price to pay to distress enough to get to sleep on time.

His hair was down, but it wasn't knotted or tangled. Every morning before he climbed out of bed Duo brushed his hair for what seemed like an hour. His arms were sore by the time it was finished, but whatever. It was shiny and smooth and tangle free, so it moved behind him like a curtain or a cape, depending on how old you are and how you look at it. The lanky photographer yawned again as he scratched his stomach and grabbed a glass to get some water. He was really picky about the water he drank. It had to be from a gallon or a bottle. He refused to drink city water because it had all sorts of chemicals in it and fuck that shit. He put enough chemicals into his body. So, Duo grabbed the gallon judge from the fridge and poured himself a glass of water when he heard voices outside.

It sounded like Mandy trying to get all up in someone's business again and Duo just rolled his eyes at the murmuring voices. Stupid woman. She was crazy and jealous over anyone who came to Duo's house. Ah, well. As he took his first sip, the doorbell rang and Duo made his way over. He unlocked the door, the two deadbolts and the two chains that kept his door locked up. Without even using the peep hole, Duo swung the door open and blinked sleepily when he saw Heero.

“...Shit. Right. Right.. C'm in..” He moved to the side, not caring he was only in a pair of briefs. At least he had clothes on this time. One of the magazine agents that had hounded him back in the day got an eyeful.

Duo's body was littered in tiny scars until you got down to his hips and thighs, were there were distinct cuts that looked very deliberate. They were old, however, and not one of them looked fresh. He'd stopped doing stupid things a long, long time ago. "Uuh, yeah.. Need me ta take somethin'?" His way of speaking was even thicker, heavily accented with the tell-tale Texas twang.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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"Considering they’re modeling underwear, it’s kind of pointless to do something that shrinks what the underwear is supposed to be accentuating." Although there were plenty who didn’t care and happily stuffed their Calvins with three or four socks to make what was left of their dick look like this massive, sprawling thing. Boy would those women be disappointed…

Heero took the pack of cigarettes and pocketed them, considered them the informal agreement to their business arrangement. The smoke tricks caught his eye, which caused his heart to beat a little faster. He wondered what else that mouth and tongue could do…aside from talk sixty miles a minute and do tricks with cigarette smoke. Maybe, just maybe…

No. No. He couldn’t do that again. Not after what happened last time with Laurent. He couldn’t risk that sort of thing again. Not that he wasn’t interested in Duo, because he was, but being in a business relationship made Heero less inclined to pursue anything further.

Unless, of course, Duo expressed mutual interest. But Heero doubted that Duo was the type for anything long term anyway. He nodded at the mention of email and returned the firm handshake with one of his own, surprised when that handshake turned into his hand being kissed…and his fingers being nipped.

Maybe it was an American thing to do, nipping people’s fingers like that. He didn’t know. It was a little weird, but he couldn’t exactly judge considering he hadn’t been in this country long enough to say he properly knew the customs.

"Until tomorrow." He dropped his hand, gave Duo one last lingering look, and left the coffee shop.

He had a long day ahead of him.

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Hate to have him go, but enjoyed to watch him leave. Duo's eyes were glued on Heero's backside as he left and grinned. A cute little bubble butt. He liked those. Good for slapping and had more cushion for certain things.

Damn it, there went his brain. He said he wasn't going to do exactly what he just did. Oh well. "No harm in looking," he whispered to himself, paying for their coffee. He took his time leaving the shop because he did not want to go to that meeting where he would have to sit through the exact same thing as the last meeting. Themes. Stupid repetitive themes. This is why he was branching out and doing his own thing.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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Heero raised an eyebrow at Duo’s little rant, but said nothing since for the most part, what he was saying was true. Hell most of the models weren’t even size zeros—they were Photoshopped to be thinner, which was gross when you thought about it. But then Duo’s remark about male models and steroids and a bit of Photoshop caused him to cross his arms. Sure, there were plenty of male models who stuffed their underwear. Underwear models were known for this—it wasn’t a secret. Hell, there were people whose jobs were specifically to help pad the groins of male models in underwear ads.

Heero never needed any of that crap. “Not everyone who models needs their packages stuffed,” was all he said. Suddenly he felt self-conscious, folded one leg over the other a little closer, folded his arms over his chest. “My ‘ugly’ morning face isn’t what I’m concerned about. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea and start headlines about you photographing and thus somehow glorifying what appears to be self-harm. I’m trying to save your own ass and reputation.”

Heero ashed his cigarette. “Funny you smoke menthol. I prefer those but they’re becoming a little…cost prohibitive.” The normal ones tasted like smoke and ass. The menthol just tasted more like minty smoke, masking the ass taste, left a nice little mint aftertaste too, which made everything taste like toothpaste. Ah well. He couldn’t have everything. He looked at his watch. It was getting late, and apparently he had to pack everything. Well, probably some of it. He’d throw the rest in storage, just bring his clothes and anything else he deemed necessary to bring with him—basically just his laptop and personal care items.

"If that’s all for this meeting, Mr Maxwell…" Heero stood up, taking one last drag on his cigarette before depositing it in the ashtray. "I guess I’ll see you in the morning…" He exhaled smoke with each word. "With my luggage." He held out his hand, gave a little smirk. "Pleasure to be doing business with you."

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“I'm not sayin' all of 'em do it. Most of 'em do 'cause steroids shrink yer balls up ta lil' grapes and yer cock don't work right.” Duo sighed and frowned. He hadn't known Heero Yuy would get defensive about stuffing and having fake cocks in your pants while you modeled. He tugged on his bangs a little as he took another drag off his cigarette and just slowly started to relax. That was the funny thing about smoking, you didn't realized how stressed and tense you were until you lit up. It was so odd.

“Ya want a pack? I can give ya this one.” The pack Duo produced again from his pocket was crumpled looking, but none of the cigarettes inside were broke. “I gotta whole carton back at the place. I can split 'em with ya. Know a guy who sells 'em ta me cheap.” He took the cigarette from between his lips and let the smoke billow out in a way he knew would catch anyone's eye. Duo loved smoke tricks. They turned him on and they turned on other people because it meant he had great control of his tongue and mouth at the same time. Talking as much as he did, it was a surprise he could shut up enough to practice them. Licking his lips afterwards, he looked to his own watch when Heero did and then blinked. When did it get that late? Shit, he had a meeting to get to.

“Mm. Okay, okay. I'll e-mail ya my address an' we'll see each other tamorrow.” He grinned and took Heero's hand in his own, gripping firmly.

There was a reason Duo didn't say anything about promoting self harm. He'd have to discuss that with Heero. Tell Heero he got to approve the pictures before they were printed larger and framed. “Until then, Mr. Yuy, eh?” He winked and then brought Heero's hand to his lips and nipped over his middle finger and ring finger before dropping it.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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"I recall reading something, now that I think about it, about how your work is part of some ‘au naturale’ movement." Heero pretended that the whole ‘laughter’ thing hadn’t happened. He had a great poker face. He rested his cheek against his palm. "Nothing touched up, minimal makeup, that sort of thing. That’s a movement I don’t mind embracing. I feel it gives the younger, more…how do you say it? ‘easily influenced’ population for today’s youth society a more realistic depiction of bodies instead of these…skeletons with skin on them."

He knew a lot of models who hated the movement and refused to have any part in it. Heero was not one of them. But even inside of the Au Naturale Movement, there was airbrushing and touch-ups. They just looked less noticeable. “I’m sure you’ll find something that’ll need touching up if you’re going to be photographing me.” This whole meeting, Heero made sure to keep the inside of his right wrist from being seen. There was a rather large scar across it. Most people who saw it assumed he’d tried to do something terrible.

It was actually rope burn from falling out of a tree and getting the rope he was using to climb it caught around his wrist. There was a matching mark along the inside of his arm too, but that one was easier to explain.

"Even in the Movement, there’s still retouching. They try to do it with makeup, but then again, some people use Photoshop as a substitute for makeup too. No matter what anyone says in this business, it’s always going to look different in the final copy." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it with ease. This was one of the few public places people could freely smoke in anymore. "I won’t be offended if you make me lose a few, or look seven years younger, or erase blemishes and shit, so don’t worry about it."

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“Yeah, the Au Naturale movement is controversial, but as an industry who's main target is women, we've gotta open ourselves up ta seein' that not all women are a size zero. They never were, really. In old art ya see women with some meat on their bones, right? Some healthy skin hanging' off.. Thick thighs. Those're real women. What the models are now? I mean, some of 'em might be healthy, but like... Shit, most women ain't as pretty as they are in magazines, even 'f yer a model. Moles get photoshopped, freckles, tan lines, wrinkles, laugh lines... They add hair, remove hair, change yer eye color ta be brighter.. 's so much fuckin' work an' it's all a loada shit.” Duo grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest, purple-ble eyes narrowing in annoyance. He worked this industry, yes, but he didn't have to like it. Call him a sell-out, but he did whatever paid the bills.

“Then ya got the men with their perfect bodies an' big packages. Ya know how many of 'em are natural? Hardly any. Steroids, photoshop... Just a buncha empty headed boys with pretty faces that still have ta be airbrushed. I hate the fashion industry. Hate it so much, but hey... I gotta live, right? Gotta make money an' eat an' shit.” He pushed a hand through his bangs and studied Heero when he mentioned something that needed to be touched up.

“Look... 'f ya got scars or acne or whatever, I ain't touchin' it up. Everythin' about you will be raw an' real. Might tweak lightin' if I have too, but fer the human model, not a damn thing's gonna be touched. 'f ya got an ugly mornin' face, well, honey, the world's gonna see it, so hope yer ready.” He was cackling now, giving Heero a wink. Duo highly doubted the man ever looked ugly. Just looking at Heero gave Duo a bit of a hard-on, but he wasn't going to parade that fact around. Heero mentioned weight and Duo had to roll those eyes of his and scoffed before he reached out for his own cigarrettes. These were menthol. They tasted better, in his opinion. Lighting it quickly, Duo took a drag and just breathed it in. “Mmmn.. Gonna have ta invest in some more ashtrays, eh?”

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

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"I did wash dishes in exchange for supper at one point in my life, so if anything I could cook in exchange for my part of the keep… I know you’re paying me for this gig and everything, but I’m more than just a pretty face and a hot body. I can cook, I can clean…” He could do, of course, other things in exchange for being allowed to stay somewhere, but he wasn’t going to mention that. It seemed like he had Duo flustered enough.

Heero caught the darkened look in Duo’s eyes and swore his head skipped a beat. Or two. Maybe he should get that looked at, that couldn’t be normal. He couldn’t help but notice Duo’s eyes to begin with, how strange the shade of blue was. In certain lighting it looked almost purple, from certain angles it looked really blue… There would be plenty of opportunities to stare into his eyes, though.

"If you by chance did say something like that…” Heero fished a few condom packets out of his jeans pocket, dropped them on the table in between them with a smirk. “Boy Scout motto is ‘always be prepared’, isn’t it?” He shrugged. “I’m not a Boy Scout, but I’m always very much prepared.” He leaned forward, elbow on the table. “Are you going to be like all those other photographers and ask me for different measurements, or what skin colouring I classify myself as? Am I more of an ‘ivory’ or a ‘medium’, so they know what shades to use to touch up any imperfections I may have. Like wrinkles.”

He traced the rim of the coffee cup with an index finger. If there were liquid in it, it’d make a noise, a soft, musical note. It made nothing now. He glanced up at Duo. “Or ask me how I came to this country—people seem to like to hear that story, it’s a bit on the sad side—or how I got into modeling…” Heero was having too much fun now. “Dou kanna, Duo? What will it be~?”

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"There ain't one wrong thing with earnin' money, man. 'f ya gotta wash fer yer supper, 's all good. No harm in it. Do what ya can ta thrive, am I right? Well sometimes it ain't thrivin'. Sometimes 's just gettin' by and makin' enough ta keep yer stomach quiet. Not full, just quiet and so it stops hurtin'.." Duo knew about tough, hard times like that, but whatever. The past was int he past and now was his future. He was like a dog that way, living in the now.

Rubbing at an eye, he blinked when he saw Heero staring at them and just gave a smirk. "The eyes? Yeah, people say 's really weird. Usually only girls are born with purple eyes. 's a genetic mutation. Those women also don't have body hair, an' don't get periods, but they're supposed ta be really fuckin' fertile." Duo casually shrugged his shoulders and hummed a little more. He was going to say more when Heero threw down the condoms like they were big dollar bills and Duo's eye widened impossibly before he gathered them up and shoved them back at the model.

"Jesus, Mary, an' Joseph, keep those hidden away!" Needless to say he was beyond flustered at this point. His face was bright red, his eyes had a shine to them and he just shoved them back to Heero's side of the table before settling back down. They were getting stared at because of him now. "Look, yeah it's be prepared, but there's just... I mean. Fuck!" He laughed hard and let both hands rest on his face, hiding it as the waitress brought him his coffee. He couldn't even thank her, he was trying to calm down. After a good five minutes, Duo exposed his face and fanned it now, the laughter dying down to chuckles and then small giggles now and then.

"Yer story's yer story. I don't touch shit up at all in my photos. Not unless 's fer a big magazine. This is real to life shit. So if yer wrinkled, then yer wrinkled. Frankly I don't see a damn wrinkle on you, so fuck off with that talk." He licked his lips and took his coffee in his hand before sipping at it a bit. "Dunno what ya said but uuuh.. I ain't gonna pry. If ya wanna share, then share."

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Zechs grins as he holds up a bag of *really* good coffee. "Maxwell... I have lifeblood for you."

Duo was groggy as hell this morning and grumpy to boot. He couldn’t find his own coffee. Fucking hell, someone had moved it or something. His hair was in tangles around him, as he’d had a rough night of nightmare and headaches and he just snatched the coffee back and turned on his heel to go start a pot.

"Thanks," he said, voice rough with obvious signs he’d just woken up.

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Zechs is surprised at the bite but, really, He should have expected it. Known better, perhaps. He sighs and goes to help Duo when the other steps on his hair and falls. Zechs stares in quiet shock at the other, wanting to help but not sure if he should or can. The curses are met with another sigh as Zechs slowly stands, mindful of his own hair.

"Are you alright, Duo?"

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"I'm fan-fuckin'-tastic."

He rolled to the side, collected most of his hair and stood up without causing himself anymore trouble. From there, he pushed his hair behind him and then looked to the coffee pot, poking the handle a couple of times when it wasn't finished.

"Sorry. Bad, bad night."

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Zechs grins as he holds up a bag of *really* good coffee. "Maxwell... I have lifeblood for you."

Duo was groggy as hell this morning and grumpy to boot. He couldn’t find his own coffee. Fucking hell, someone had moved it or something. His hair was in tangles around him, as he’d had a rough night of nightmare and headaches and he just snatched the coffee back and turned on his heel to go start a pot.

"Thanks," he said, voice rough with obvious signs he’d just woken up.

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Zechs chuckles softly at the boy’s indomitable spirit and attitude. Anyone else outside of the six pilots would have been offended at the least, but anyone in that tiny circle, or even who knew Duo at all, would understand. The soft snore makes Zechs chuckle softly and go over to the machine and boy, kneeling to right him a little. Getting an idea, Zechs crouches down as well and gives Duo a soft shoulder to lean on as he waits for his fix to finish.

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He was touched and awake and Duo blinked and then promptly bit down on Zechs's shoulder, showing him it was not cool to move an expilot that was having nightmares and fell asleep on his kitchen floor making coffee. Yes, Duo was down right irritable today. He huffed when he tasted blood and then spat it out to his side. He grumbled about something and went to stand up, only to step on his own hair. The yelp that left Duo was almost not human and he managed to fall down, face first, back to the floor. 

"Fuck. Everythin'. Just. Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck yer cow. Fuck everythin'."

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Zechs grins as he holds up a bag of *really* good coffee. "Maxwell... I have lifeblood for you."

Duo was groggy as hell this morning and grumpy to boot. He couldn’t find his own coffee. Fucking hell, someone had moved it or something. His hair was in tangles around him, as he’d had a rough night of nightmare and headaches and he just snatched the coffee back and turned on his heel to go start a pot.

"Thanks," he said, voice rough with obvious signs he’d just woken up.

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Zechs blinks at Duo’s horrendously unkempt appearances before slowly following him in. He’s suddenly glad he’d come over. “I was given a case if that kind, and I figured a coffee aficionado such as yourself would appreciate it. Would you… hmm.” He bites his lip before asking that question, sure that it’d be way out of bounds.

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"I will cut you 'f ya keep usin' big words b'fore my coffee. I will ends you, Zechs," he muttered, hitting the start button and sliding down to the floor. The table was too far away. Duo was to sleepy for this. The next thing he knew, he was on his side on the floor, a little snore leaving his lips as he waited for the sound of the coffee being finished.

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Zechs grins as he holds up a bag of *really* good coffee. "Maxwell... I have lifeblood for you."

Duo was groggy as hell this morning and grumpy to boot. He couldn't find his own coffee. Fucking hell, someone had moved it or something. His hair was in tangles around him, as he'd had a rough night of nightmare and headaches and he just snatched the coffee back and turned on his heel to go start a pot.

"Thanks," he said, voice rough with obvious signs he'd just woken up.

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Looking for a Model: A Study in Blue

[omaewokorosu]

Heero nodded. “Don’t see why I’d be in your room anyway. I don’t really have much of anything, but I keep what I have pretty neat. Don’t touch my stuff and we’ll be okay.” Heero shifted in his chair. “I know how to cook and I do clean up after myself… I’m not loud or noisy, so you won’t have to worry about noise complaints. I’m usually home by 1am, and I go straight to bed.” What else was there to say?

"My first language is actually Russian. My mother taught me Japanese—she was originally from Japan, not sure how she met my dad—later on I learned English in school. French and Italian I picked up when I started modeling, though I wouldn’t say I’m great at speaking either."

Should he broach the topic of photog-model dating? Or things like that? “If you want to bring in other…models for pictures or anything… I do pretty much everything, but if we’re going nude, I’d prefer it be more artistic and less pornographic. Don’t know about you, but I find someone tenderly kissing someone else to be a lot sexier than pictures of two guys going at it. …And if at some point we…” His empty coffee mug was rather interesting. There was a faint ring on the inside of it, stained from the coffee. “Well… I’m clean, I get tested regularly, I’ll use protection if you want it, and there’s few things I object to.” He cleared his throat.

"Basically, I’m not really all that high maintenance. I’m like a plant: give me food, water, and some sunlight, and I’ll survive."

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"Well, I ain't sayin' don't go in there... Just don't touch nothin' if ya do." Duo nodded sagely and grinned a bit. "You can cook? I can't cook. I burn fuckin' water. Lottsa take out fer me. I mean, I can cook eggs or ....eggs. Anythin' else is in the microwave." Duo never had time to learn how to cook for himself. He tugged at his bangs a bit when he listened to Heero talk about how Russian was his first language and blinked a little.

So he was mixed. That was... super hot for some reason. Sure, technically a lot of people were mixed, but so diluted you'd never know it. But Heero? Heero didn't look full Japanese. His eyes were the wrong color, and the way he gained muscle wasn't usual for Asians. Duo knew a lot about the way people were built. He photographed them, he saw differences. "Shit, an' here I am a mutt from bum fuck Egypt. Yer like a fuckin' pure bred! It ain't fair, I tell ya." Duo laughed, showing he was actually just teasing him a bit before he raised his hand and waved his empty coffee cup about.

Duo needed coffee like people needed air. 

Then came the whole thing about the other models and Duo blinked. "Naw, I ain't payin' other models to innerupt yer life, hear me? If yer datin' other models, I'd get a kiss or two in, but I ain't gonna invade yer privacy and start shootin' porn. That ain't what this is about. Anyone can photograph anyone fuckin'. I would photograph the courtship. The stolen smiles an' touches an' flustered looks.." Duo laughed and started rubbing his neck when his face got a bit too warm.

Fuck him for not having his camera. Heero staring at the coffee cup was a really good picture. Ah well, there'd be more chances of that, sounded like. When Heero admitted he was clean if they got together, Duo made a strangled, choking sound before coughing hard, banging on his chest. "Excuse me? Uuuuh..." He stared at the man like he was crazy but at the same time Duo was honestly giving it thought.

"Uhm.... W-we'll cross that bridge 'f it happens... I don't uh.. wanna.. ruin th' vibe at this exact moment by sayin' something like: Yeah, you provide the condoms an' I'll fuck yer goddamn brains out." The nervous laughter that followed and the way Duo's eyes had darken gave a sign that that's exactly what he wanted to do to Heero. ...At some point.