Ch 1 –a/n—I love, LOVE, 2x1, so this fic will be that before it be 1x2.

Duo surveyed the Studio. An odd assortment of canvases leaned against the sole, half a wall big window, but didn’t stop the sun’s light, and more importantly heat, from entering the room. The canvases stopped the window from being opened without having to do any work, just like he thought they would. A mind doctor’s sofa lay in the window’s light. A red silk cloth sat on the sofa, folded but without any creases Perfect, Duo thought as he smirked.

A faint layer of sticky sweet had developed as he stood in the light. Still smirking, he headed out of the light and to his workstation where the sun never reached. His had mixed the paints before he came up with the great furniture arrangement that served him many, many purposes; one namely being a way to get the boy’s cloths off from the heat from outside (and maybe the heat from the inside).

A slight bulge pushed against his black leather shorts. He turned away from the thoughts and busied himself by trying to light the kerosene lamp. After eight tries and a slightly reddened thumb, he got the lamp to light. He set the lamp upon the fireplace mantle. The light flickered up, illuminating the angel on earth painting proudly displayed above it.

Duo heard a timid knock and smirked some more. His prey, ah, model was here.

“Come on in, angel. I’m ready,” he said as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms under his chest and pierced right nipple.

The boy poked his head in and flushed at the sight of Duo.

“Well, are you coming in or standing at the threshold goggling.”

The boy flushed again and came in. He was dressed in tighter then yesterday pants, but of the same colour and look. A blue silk shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, unfortunately covering his tight butt. One side of the shirt hung down more then the other. By the time Duo finished his study, the boy was blushing like a small girl just shown a man’s most privates.

“Sit down, beautiful.” Duo indicated to the sofa. The boy hurried there. He walked slightly weird; a leg was always in front of him from Duo’s view. When he sat down, he draped a leg over his other leg. Duo thought that weird until he burst out laughing upon realizing why the boy was acting so strange. Too early, Duo thought, I need to distract him.

“By the way, what is your name? I forgot to ask; I was a bit distracted yesterday. And if Hilda didn’t tell you, I am Duo, Duo Maxwell to be exact. And well we’re being exact, Dou Picasso Maxwell. My gypsy mother fancied herself a soothsayer, and my father liked to paint when not out thieving.”

“I am called Heero Yuy.”

“That’s all?”

Heero grunted.

“Okay with me.”

Duo went back to studying his subject. He scrunched his eyebrows and started arranging Heero’s body. A faint sheen covered the visible body. Dark patches grow in some areas of the shirt.

“Now, this won’t do.” Dou clicked his tongue. “Take your shirt off.”

“What! I cannot.”

“Can’t you? You just slide your hands out of their silk covers.”

Heero lowered his eyes and looked guilty. Something was up. Duo leaned down and put his hand on Heero’s chest. Heero flinched. “Please.” Duo wined.

Heero looked up and into Duo’s eyes. After a second, he slowly nodded. Without taking his eyes away, Heero unbuttoned his shirt. He slid the shirt off and broke eye contact to lower his eyes.

What Heero just revealed, shocked Duo. No, nothing at all muscled six-pack and chest. It was what was on them. A light scar stood out from the dark skin and stretched from the waistline to, around the right bottom most muscle, and ended its curve at Heero’s bellybutton. A purplish blue scar stained the skin above it. Nail scratches littered all over the body, from the arms to two scratches by the scar.

Heero pushed into the sofa he lay upon. He had another guilty, shamed look on his face.

Duo latched onto Heero and hugged him softly. He would kill the bastard that did this to the angel. He would take the family scythe and chop his head off, but not before making him suffer; suffer greatly.

Heero melted into the welcome hug. He buried his head in Duo’s neck. Duo lifted the head and kissed first on the forehead and then softly on the lips, lips he had just noticed were slightly bruised.

HTBC (Hopefully to be continued)

I sense that Duo’s paints are going to dry out...

Commercial—The same one as the prologue. Ja ne.