Excerpt:
"Fuck you."
Softly. Polite. In tone at least, if not words. He turns and swiftly walks to the nearest exit, managing to lose the useless prop of a glass in the process of fleeing.
Duo Maxwell. Fleeing.
Shame mixes with the anger, and not only at the insult. Impotent rage makes him grit his teeth. He has to get out of there, and fast. Before he does something very unrefined and impolite. Very L2. To the Sanq prince, and incidentally his host, no less.
He is barely out the wide double doors when a weight slams him into the wall beside the exit. Yes, something is very very wrong with Duo Maxwell today if someone can sneak up on him. Apparently rage doesn't fare any better than love in the seeing department.
He struggles on instinct against the body - tall, too heavy, male, pressing - pinning his to the wall, he can't move his hands; the angle is such that a knee to the groin is not an option, and the moment it takes him to open his mouth - to bite? to shout? - he is released just as abruptly as he was attacked. He looks up, and astonishment makes him lean against the wall he just had been pinned against, washing away all other sentiment for the moment.
Sex Is a Battle, Love Is a War
- Author: Cinderzol
(6x2) (1xR, past 1x2) 24k
Anger and resentment. That's all he feels when he eyes the perfect couple for the hundredth time this evening. It isn't Relena's fault, really. It isn't Heero's fault either. That leaves...No. No. Anger. Anger is better than guilt and regret any day, in Duo Maxwell's book anyway. He wrenches his eyes away when he sees Heero smile minutely at something the princess glued on his arm says. No, that ain't fair. But who cares.
My notes: Duo is a ball of seething rage, and Zechs looks like a good target. The boys do each other a fair bit of damage before realizing that maybe they don't have to play that game. Hate sex and angst are a heady combination, but there's a bit of hope by the end.