"The Basketball Diaries: Duo's Decline"

Part Four A

by Jenn Blackett

Disclaimer: See previous parts. I don't own "The Fly" a song by my muchly worshipped band, U2. Bono..... *drool*

Warning: Darkness, angst, drug use, mature situations, mature language, dinner mayhem, SEXSEXSEX, lemonicity, hentai, yuri, yaoi, masturbation, fantasies, and many other things. If you're under 18, or whatever, you have been warned, I'm not responsible if you get corrupted.

Pairings: Have been 5x2, 3x4, 1xR, RxH, RxD, RxC, 5xS, and various others that will come into play later.

Duo Maxwell hummed to himself as he prepared to go to Hirde's house that night. He had showered at least six times, out of a feeling he never expected to feel before, nervousness. The song on the radio was jacked up to nearly killing volumes, the sound of Bono's voice dark and low, rocketing off past emotions he thought long forgotten.

"It's not secret that the stars are falling from the sky, It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight, They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by the moon, Y'know I don't see you when she walks in the room....

It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help, It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else, They say a secret is something you tell one other person, So I'm telling you... child....

A man will beg, A man will crawl, On the sheer face of love, Like a fly on the wall, It's no secret at all."

He closed his eyes a moment, just thinking about Hirde in those circumstances, an oft played fantasy replaying like a favorite movie behind his eyelids. The memory of catching her one night when her bedroom door was open just slightly, the curve of her delicate neck as she rifled slender fingers through her dark hair. The way she licked her lips slowly when she was looking in the mirror as the pale moonlight shivered across her black hair, making it sheen a dangerously tempting blue.

Duo could recall the exact way the long, silver nightgown had clung to her young, developing curves as she moved her hips slowly from side to side, examining herself in the mirror. His mouth had gone dry that night, losing all train of thought of the words he had been about to ask her about something like where the milk was or some such thing. Hands positively had ached to touch those hips of her's, the gentle curve of her ass through the silky material when she bent over to trail her fingers up her slender, well-shaped legs so often hidden by bulky clothes. Never had he realized just how beautiful she was until that night, the way her lips had parted a little when she pinched softly at the nipples of her small, developing breasts to make them stand out and cupped them, mocking what they might look like one day when she was older. He had wanted to do that, to twist those nipples until they stood out bright and red, to taste them with his lips and trail his tongue sharply across them. To trail his fingers down just where her's had gone, to the delicate folds of silk working their wrinkles out as she parted her legs and slipped fingers against herself, rocking them slowly.

The delicate moans that had parted Hirde's lips, the sighs of the self-inflicted torture she brought on herself when she continually denied herself the ultimate pleasure to work herself up higher and higher, had made him harder then he had ever thought he could be for a friend. The sheen of moonlight settled on her shoulders, the darkness of the night from where he watched her, seemed to draw the lights definitely before his eyes, a barrier. The child of the light that could be saved and the demon of darkness who couldn't bare to seduce this flesh and blood angel before him.

One thing, one word had parted her lips breathily that had sealed his fate completely that night. Her fingers tightening in the silver silk just as she reached her release, *"Duo...."*

One could say they never felt something as torturous as that. He knew in fact that he would never wish that on anyone, to have to know that he had to leave her then and there else he bring irreparable harm to her life because of a foolish child-like fantasy with him.

Duo Maxwell may be Catholic, but he hated being a martyr like hell.

Shaking his head free of the baka memories which would only have him seeking out the vial in the third dresser corner cabinet, Duo tied up his heavy black boots, a slight smirk settling on his lips. So, Heero would be there. Picturing the little demi-goddess of his dreams with the ice sculpture with a mission certainly was one of the more humorous images he had ever pictured. He paused. What if Hirde and Heero.... Shaking his head resolutely, Duo uttered a slight laugh, jumping to his feet easily. No way in hell would Heero probably even know how to do it. He was one of those practical, "Insert Tab A into Slot B, thrust, repeat" kind of guys. Hirde couldn't possibly go for one of them....

Could she?

Nah....

Why did he even care? There was no way that he was even going to attempt to touch her in any manner except that befitting a friend, or the low scum-sucking piece of shit that left her to begin with. Oh, nice wordage, Maxwell. The familiar smirk curved his lips as he walked down the streets from his apartment, the tune of the U2 song still on his lips. The apartments around here were very well-appointed, the streets getting cleaner and better as he walked down towards the address Hirde had given him. She shouldn't even have trusted him with her address. Duo knew he wouldn't have had he been in her position. Then again, he didn't have Hirde's kind heart.... Sometimes it made him wonder how she even got into OZ with that sort of humanity. Une's radar most have not been set to "kill people with humanity" that day.

Finally, he arrived there, Number 41 B, East Elisabeth Street, a nicely appointed apartment with a nice gated garden out front, even with a goldfish pond. How classy was that? The picture of Heero in an apron throwing some gold fish flakes into the pond made him snicker. God, if only he had known Heero would go domestic long ago....

Oh, well, it was time to meet your doom, Maxwell. Taking a deep breath, Duo went up the four bricked steps and rang the doorbell, looking down at the welcome mat with a slight smirk. Yeah, he was welcome.

Only place he was welcome was in hell.

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Humming softly to herself, Hirde set the dining room table. It had been a battle of wills, but she had made Heero--grudgingly--agree to have a nice dinner in the dining room instead of the kitchen. She had little doubt if Heero had his way, he would have Duo eating out on the stoop while they ate inside together. Overprotective much?

Maybe when Relena finally came, that would mellow Heero's mood. Eyes lighting up curiously, Hirde slid a glance over to the dark-haired, stoic former pilot as he set out glasses for wine. If she didn't know better, she could bet that Heero had almost smiled when she had told him that Relena would probably be here tomorrow. Saints preserve her if she would tell him that herself, but did Yuy perhaps have a thing for the kinky former pacifist? It would certainly make for an interesting week here if he did.

The sound of a doorbell broke Hirde from her thoughts and before she could so much as say she'd get it, Heero was halfway to the door to open it.

"Hey, Yuy! How ya been?"

"Hn...."

"That well? Wow, what have you been up to?"

"...."

"Good to see you too. Where's the grub?"

The door closed, thankfully with Duo inside the apartment, and Heero led the braided ex-pilot into the dining room. Again, Hirde felt her heart speed up at the sight of him and vaguely wondered if her doctor would consider this good for her blood pressure. Duo Maxwell had been potent before, but now he was just dangerous.

The distinct smell of the peaches wafted through the room with his movements, the hint of leather and the ever-present masculine odor she had never been able to forget. Something distinct like fired blood, like something one would describe some dark god to smell of. The aura of dark beauty still seemed to hover over him, still dressed in the same clothes and leather jacket but the appearance of a tie, black of course, around his neck showed Hirde he considered this occasion important. Feeling a pleasant feeling of happiness wash over her as of old, Hirde smiled softly to Duo, watching his eyes shimmer in the candlelight she had to fight Heero to use. Like old gems, dark cobalt glass bespeaking all sorts of promises to her behind those wild and tangled bangs....

God, Hirde, get a hold of yourself. There was a pause in which one could hear Heero banging pots loudly in the kitchen so that they didn't forget his presence before Duo's lips quirked. "Well, isn't this just nice and cozy? You have a nice place here, Hirde. I can't wait to see what Yuy does by way of cooking."

"Oh, he does fine, better then a lot of people in fact."

"Hn, somehow I doubt that. You always did cook a lot better than I've ever had...." Teasing smile.

Trying to ignore the blush staining her cheeks, Hirde cleared her throat and returned the smile. "Arigato, Duo, but I don't think you should let Heero hear that. He'll think he's failing his mission."

"Oi, God help us then. No one would be safe from his wrath."

"Except maybe if it was tempered by Relena."

The loud clang of a pot falling to the floor alerted Hirde and Duo that Heero had indeed heard that and was none too pleased. Snickers resulted.

Hirde paused a moment as she recovered herself before smiling softly to him. "We had better sit down and start to eat else Heero will come back and baby-sit us."

"I don't think you need any babysitting around me, Hirde...." Duo's eyes twinkling a little darkly as he pulled out her chair, looked her up and down and winked. "You seem like you can certainly take care of yourself."

You don't know that, Duo, Hirde thought a moment, trying to quell the ache in her belly with him so near. The feeling of his breath stirring the hair of her nape made her bite her lip and only did she feel safe when she was seated and he was across from her, taking his own seat.

Whoever said time heals all things must have been drunk.

Heero took this moment to come back in, his cold eyes narrowing on the way Hirde was twisting her napkin in her lap to calm herself and the way Duo was tapping his fork on the good china, humming some old tune. Ignoring the Perfect Soldier's disapproving look, Hirde glanced at the roast he set down and grinned. "Wow, Heero you really went all out tonight." Silent mouthing of "thank you."

Duo smirked, glancing back to Heero. "Man, Yuy, I didn't know you loved me that much. I love you too, man!" He blew a kiss and made fishy lips at the disgruntled Heero. If Hirde didn't know better, the way Heero's hands were patting his pants, he was looking for his gun.

Some things never change.