Title: Les Fleurs du Mal ch 1/?
Author: WickedGame
Genre: Drama, chatfic
Rating: This chapter is rated 'R', there will be 'NC-17' ratings in later chapters.
Pairing: 1=2 (actual sexual pairing 1x2x1), mentions of 3=4 and 5+M
Warnings: this is a chatfic, so watch for chat format and maybe occasional netspeak. Eventual lemons and limes. Eventual violence also.
Notes: This chapter was beta read by dmnurtle (huge thanks). This story is for Asia because it was intended to be an entry for the online chatfic contest. Thanks to Link Worshiper for the title since I had no clue what to call it. The title is the name of a book of poetry by Beaudelaire.

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Heero shoved his hands into the pockets of his expensive linen trousers and walked down the street from the bus stop. His father had offered to send a car for him but Heero had refused, preferring San Francisco's public transportation system. He walked quickly down the street and ducked inside a Mexican restaurant.

The decor inside was neither kitsch nor overly artsy. It seemed clean and simple, things Heero did not associate with his father. Heero saw his father sitting in a corner of the room with two of his burly 'associates' and a blond girl whom Heero called 'Janine' but his father called 'sweetheart'. Heero wasn't dumb, he knew his father was sleeping with the woman; he just didn't like even seeing her plastic-perfect face.

"Father, Janine." Heero sat down and nodded at the 'associates'. "Steve, Max."

"Heero! It's been a few months now. You've grown!"

Heero winced at his father's tone of voice and thanked the waitress as she sat a glass of water down before him. "I haven't grown in two years, Odin. Why are you here?"

Odin Yuy looked at his son with a mild contempt in his eyes and then sighed, exasperated. "I'm getting too old for this, Heero. I need you to come help me out, come learn to take over the business."

"No way. Not in a million years. I've got my own ideas about what I want to do with my life and none of those things include working for you or with you or in your place. Forget it. Next question?" Heero didn't have an appetite but he tore off the corner of a tortilla anyway out of habit.

"Well, I had hoped that maybe...you would be dating by now..." Odin's voice oozed false concern but Heero detected an underlying note of uncertainty.

"I'm gay, Odin. Gay. I like men. I'm not going to have any grandkids for you to poison. I'm not going to marry and have a good little wife. Are these the only reasons you came here? Couldn't you have done this by email or text message?"

The table was silent, with Janine's look being a mix of vapid and pouty and Odin's being one of silent rage.

"How dare you talk to me this way! I am your father, Heero Yuy - "

"Sperm donor, you mean."

"And I am not going to sit by while you fuck men and ruin your chances!"

"Ruin my chances? Yeah right. I've got more things going than you know of old man. And I will fuck whomever I want. Now, if you'll excuse me." Heero stood and threw a twenty on the table. "Have another margarita on me."

Heero walked back out of the Mexican restaurant only five minutes after he had entered it. He got on the return bus back to his neighborhood and never looked back.

*~*~*~*

A few hours later Heero sat in his desk chair wearing only his pajama bottoms and waited for Duo to log on. It wasn't a long wait and Heero clicked on his name before Duo had a chance to message first.

BehindBlueEyes: I hate my fucking father.
DarkWingSoul: Ouch, meeting didn't go well I take it?
BehindBlueEyes: Hell no. The man was just looking to try to bring me into his fold once again. And he was quite upset when I told him I was gay, would not be giving him grandchildren to corrupt and will fuck whomever I want.
DarkWingSoul: Oh dear. That doesn't sound like it would go well at all.
BehindBlueEyes: We still on for next weekend?
DarkWingSoul: Hell yeah! What time do you want me to get on the ferry?
BehindBlueEyes: Well, how about I meet you at the terminal at nine in the morning? We can go grab some coffee before the day begins.
DarkWingSoul: And what are our plans for the day, oh glorious tour guide?
BehindBlueEyes: I think we might go to the Exploratorium, maybe have a picnic at the Palace of Fine Arts then go to Japantown or Union Square. Then we can come back to my place and I can order us some dinner and we can watch movies or whatever. Can you stay? I have a ton of room.
DarkWingSoul: Sounds good. I believe I can stay. I'll double-check on that.
BehindBlueEyes: Good.
DarkWingSoul: So, what's 'whatever'?
BehindBlueEyes: Huh?
DarkWingSoul: You said watch movies or 'whatever'. Are you trying to seduce me, Heero?
BehindBlueEyes: Do you want me to seduce you?

Heero didn't want to push for much, but Duo's flirtatious tone seemed to be setting the pace and he didn't feel like backing down. It was enough that talking to Duo seemed to make everything a little better but Heero did want to know how far Duo might be interested in taking this.

DarkWingSoul: Maybe I do. Guess we'll have to see now won't we?
BehindBlueEyes: That we will.

They talked for some time, complaining about expectations in their lives and flirting comfortably. Heero had been convinced that the day was going to end up being a total waste; but like always, when he talked to Duo everything seemed a little better.

*~*~*~*

The night before he was to meet Duo, Heero found himself just about ready to throw out everything he owned because none of it looked good enough to wear around someone as cool and enigmatic as Duo. He finally hopped on a bus headed for Union Square and asked a salesperson at a popular boutique for help.

An hour or so later he left feeling a little better, with a nice and 'normal' outfit in his bag and a scowl on his face. The feeling better came from knowing he looked good in what he ended up buying but the scowl came from the fact that the salesman had tried to feel him up... twice.

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Duo was glad that he wore his hair in a braid because otherwise the wind over the San Francisco Bay would have whipped his hair into a rat's nest. Instead the wind just tore small wisps of hair from the rigid plait behind his head and gave him a much softer look that he knew to be flattering.

He scuffed the toe of his black boots on the deck of the ferry and scanned the docks for any sign of Heero. He knew that it was unlikely in the morning crowds that he would get a glimpse of the gorgeous teen but he looked anyway, taking in the familiar skyline of San Francisco at the same time.

He slung a black bag over his shoulder and disembarked as soon as the gangplank was lowered. The dock swayed under his feet and he walked carefully up the pier and onto the tourist-heavy wood.

Large and expectant eyes scanned the crowds until they caught a flash of dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Duo smiled and started to walk forward, target in sight. Once he was close he threw an arm over a broad shoulder and asked, "Heero Yuy, I presume?"

Heero was startled by the arm, and even more startled by the smooth voice of his companion. He remembered his manners and offered his hand and a smile. "You would have to be Duo."

Duo wanted to close his eyes and savor the sound of his name on Heero lips but he didn't. He chose to smile instead and give Heero a one-armed hug. "It's too nice to meet you."

Heero's eyes went wide, not being used to such affection... at least not affection given so freely and without deception. Duo's hug seemed honest and loving; it felt...good. Heero briefly envied him before relenting and returning the hug, loving the way Duo's lithe body felt against him.

When they broke apart their cheeks were slightly flushed; for showing such affection in public and also for the obvious attraction on both their parts, even if neither was sure of how the other felt about them. They backed off a couple of steps and smiled before Heero indicated with a twitch of his head that they should walk.

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"I can't believe you wasted all your tokens on DDR," Heero chuckled as he and Duo sat down for lunch at a sandwich shop on San Francisco's Pier 39.

"But I rule at DDR!" Duo protested as he took a bite of his chicken salad sandwich.

"That girl whooped you and you know it," Heero accused with a potato chip in hand.

"Yeah, but she must have been a professional dancer or something," Duo leaned forward and snatched the chip out of Heero's fingers with his mouth. Heero stared at his hand in astonishment and then ate another chip.

It had been like this all morning. It seemed that no matter what they did they just couldn't stop touching each other. A hand on the small of the back while playing pinball without even realizing it; a hand on the arm as Soul Caliber 2 was played...it was enough to drive Heero crazy. He wanted to hold Duo's hand but didn't know if he should or even if it would be a welcome touch. Heck, he wanted to do more than hold Duo's hand but he wasn't sure that either of them were ready for that.

They had been having such fun that every plan Heero had made for the day had been tabled in favor of just following Duo as he went where he pleased and did what he wanted.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Duo asked with a chin resting on a hand.

"Surely my thoughts are worth more than just a penny!" Heero protested with a small smile.

"Nah. I just want to know what's going on in your gorgeous head." Duo seemed to remember just then that his lap looked really interesting and so his eyes went there, while his cheeks turned pink.

"I was just thinking that I don't know how to act with you. I know we're just hanging out, but it's like...I want to hold your hand. I want to know what it's like to hold your hand." Heero felt that the confession couldn't hurt anything, not if he was reading the signs right.

Duo looked surprised but didn't flinch as he put his hands out over their food. "Then hold them."

Heero wiped his hands on his jeans and put them out so that they could hold Duo's. Duo's hands were soft, but not the softness of idleness - just more the natural softness of honest hands. Heero smiled as he looked from his hands to Duo's face and felt even happier when he saw Duo's matching smile.

They finished their lunch in easy conversation, feet brushing legs under the table and soft smiles making everything seem just the slightest bit intimate. When they were done Heero suggested they grab a cab for the ride to his house on Russian Hill.

Their cabby was a nice man named Jose who took them quickly up the streets and landed them right in front of the three story Victorian house Heero called home.

Duo took in the sight of the old building with its olive green and cream exterior. "Wow."

Heero looked up at the house and smiled. "Yeah. I love this place."

They started up the front stairs and Duo asked a burning question. "This place?"

"I told you I have money. This isn't the only house Odin owns but it is one that he doesn't care for very much. He tends to like to stay in his penthouse in Vegas or his beach house in Miami. He also has a cabin in Colorado, a yacht that's anchored in Puget Sound, a brownstone in Manhattan, and another yacht in Saint Tropez. But just between you and me? I think the bank owns most of his properties. I don't believe Odin Yuy has much money to his name anymore."

Duo laughed as Heero unlocked the door and then waited while Heero pressed a series of buttons on a keypad inside.

"Come on in." Heero walked into the house and Duo followed, closing the stained glass door behind him. He looked at the hardwood floors and the expensive furnishing and half-wondered what the hell he was doing here.

"What do you want to do? Movie, game..." Heero walked back into the hallway and found Duo staring at a painting on the wall.

"Is this...real? An actual Hopper?" his voice was amazed and Heero smiled.

"Yep. Wonderful artist."

"Holy shit."

Heero laughed. "I own this one. It was my mother's before she died. It's the only actual painting I own myself, all the others belong to Odin. I want to own more but I don't actually get my money out of trust until I'm twenty-one. I'm lucky Mitsuki lets me do what I want as long as I keep him informed."

"Mitsuki?" Duo asked, setting his black bag down on a comfy-looking leather club chair.

"My mother's financial advisor. He's supposed to keep me in line. Between the two of us we've made a lot of money over the past few years. Do you want the grand tour?"

Duo laughed. "Sure."

Heero took Duo through the house, showing him the small backyard with its garden, the large kitchen, and every other room in the house. Duo tried not to blush and look at the bed when they hit Heero's bedroom but he couldn't help it. He wasn't sure if Heero even noticed. They ended up in the television room and perused the DVD cabinet together. When a movie was decided on they went down to the kitchen and popped a bag of popcorn into the microwave.

"This kitchen is immaculate," Duo observed, leaning against the counter.

"That's because it never gets used. I order takeout. As a matter of fact..." Heero opened a drawer and threw a slew of menus out onto the large island. "Pick a restaurant and I'll order dinner at about five or so. We should maybe move your bag upstairs."

Duo looked up from his study of the countertops and smiled. "To which room?"

Heero wanted to tell Duo to move his bag into his room but then he thought better of it. "The room next to mine ought to be fine. The bed is really comfortable in there and the bedding was changed not long ago."

Duo grabbed his bag from the chair he had deposited it on earlier and carted it upstairs. He opened the door of the room next to Heero's and nodded approvingly at the khaki and cream paint scheme. The bedding was navy blue and cream, blending quite nicely with the walls and making the whole room seem quite warm. Duo flung the bag onto the soft bed and then made his way back downstairs. Heero was pouring the bagged popcorn into a bowl and then opened the fridge to grab a couple of sodas.

"Ready?"

Duo wanted to say screw the movie but he refrained. He grabbed the sodas from Heero and followed him back to the television room. They flopped on the extremely large beanbag chair and put the popcorn between them, opting to put the sodas on a tray in front of them.

It was a truly awful movie and about halfway through it Duo asked Heero in a low tone, "Why'd you buy this?"

"Because sometimes shitty horror films are fun to watch," he answered.

Heero looked over at Duo, who looked relaxed and at ease. He cleared his throat and Duo gave him a slightly concerned look. Heero shrugged and then tried to ask his question. "Can I...Do you..." He stopped, took a breath and then tried again. "Come here?"

Duo moved the popcorn to the tray with their sodas and then moved his body so that he could sit right next to Heero. Heero lifted an arm and Duo settled back against him, his feet curled up underneath him.

Heero put his mouth against Duo's head and inhaled the smell of his shampoo through his nose. "I like you like this."

Duo smiled and snuggled closer. "Yeah, I like me like this too."

The bad horror film continued and then, when it was over, they switched to a John Hughes movie and settled back down again.

Duo loved the way Heero's fingers trailed up and down his arm, gliding along the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He found himself wanting to touch Heero too, to feel his skin and to draw reaction from him. He moved his left hand over and started to trail his fingers up and down Heero's jean-clad thigh, wishing it was skin he was touching and not denim. But Heero's breath caught just the same, and Duo bit his lip with indecision. He wanted to turn his head to the left and place a small kiss on Heero's throat, indicating his interest in doing more than just cuddling here.

"Heero?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like me?"

Heero closed his eyes, John Hughes forgotten. "God, yes."

"Good."

Heero felt Duo's weight shift and then Duo was against him. He opened his eyes to see violet ones that were so close and then he leaned forward to meet Duo's lips halfway in a sweet kiss. They lingered there, not opening their mouths...not asking for anything else other than this kiss that they both wanted. When they finally separated it was softly, slowly. Two sets of eyes were filled with wonder and matching smiles adorned their faces.

Duo smirked and smoothed errant hairs away from Heero's face. He leaned in and brushed Heero's lips with his own, making the touch a little less sweet and a little more erotic. "More?"

Heero lifted a hand and weaved his fingers through Duo's hair at his scalp. "More."

As their lips slid together and their mouths opened Heero couldn't help but think that this had been inevitable. They were both eighteen and horny by their very nature. Left alone while being so naturally attracted to one another was bound to lead them to where they were right now, and maybe even further.

Duo sucked on Heero's tongue, stroking the underside with the tip of his own and then latched onto Heero's lower lip with his teeth, pulling on them and making Heero inhale sharply. He used his hands to push up Heero's shirt, exposing a flat and smooth stomach. He kissed his way down Heero's neck and then pushed the shirt up and over Heero's head. "Too many clothes," he explained.

Heero wanted to agree but before he could say the words Duo had scooted down to latch onto his nipple. A silky tongue sent tingling pleasure through his body, creating a warm pool of pleasure below his stomach and causing body parts to stir with excitement.

Duo got frustrated with his own clothing and peeled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He kissed Heero again, harder and more passionately, trying to convey his want through his lips and tongue.

Heero pushed against Duo's chest and gasped for air. "Bedroom!"

Duo pulled back and grinned. "Bedroom?"

Heero nodded. "Race you."

They ran through the house, laughing, climbing to the third story and running into Heero's large bedroom. Duo briefly took in the latte-colored walls, the cream-colored crown molding, the plaid sheets and the dark brown suede duvet cover on the platform bed before jumping on right after Heero and starting to remove their clothing.

Lips touched, tongues licked and fingers caressed every inch of skin as it was revealed. The floor was soon peppered with laundry and two nude bodies slid together, skin on skin.

Heero marveled at the paleness of Duo's body, and noted the minor scars that peppered peculiar areas of it. He reached for the end of Duo's braid and pulled out the hair tie, throwing it onto the floor. He nuzzled Duo's neck and was rewarded with both a chuckle and a sigh of contentment. The sigh quickly became a moan as Heero bit gently down on the flesh and then sucked it into his mouth.

"God, you feel so good here!" Duo groaned as he scratched Heero's back, dragging his nails up the perfect skin there.

"Feels good to be here," Heero said softly as he sucked and kissed his way down to Duo's dusky nipples. He used the flat of his tongue to lap at the nubs and then used the tip of his tongue to make them erect. His teeth latched on gently and he rolled the skin inside his mouth. The way Duo bucked and tangled his hands in Heero's hair let Heero know he was doing something right.

Heero could feel Duo's erection against his chest; could feel the slight wetness that came with being completely aroused. He was proud that he had done that to the man, had made him feel like this. He kissed his way down further until that erection was right under his lips, and then he kissed Duo, right on the shaft, before moving up and kissing the tip.

"Fuck, you tease!" Duo complained as he held onto Heero's head. Heero looked up at him and smiled. Duo watched as that smile turned into an open mouth and then watched as that open mouth slid down his shaft. The feeling was wet, hot suction...and watching Heero's nose as it touched the hairs at his base was almost more erotic than that. "You can deep throat?"

Heero came up and smirked. "I don't have a gag reflex."

Duo's mind reeled at that thought. No gag reflex? Just to test that he tightened his grip on Heero's hair and thrust up into his mouth. His cock slid in and out easily down to the hilt, without Heero complaining one bit.

"Holy shit."

Heero continued to suck, loving how full his mouth felt and the way Duo's pre-seminal fluids kept leaking out in delicious drops. He finally let go after a few minutes and met Duo's enraptured gaze. "Duo?"

Duo thought he knew what Heero was going to ask but he wasn't quite sure. "Yeah?"

Heero looked down at the erection in his hand and squirmed a little to relive the pressure of his own. "Bottom or top?"

That was the question he had been waiting for. Duo thought about it for a moment before answering. "I'll bottom this time."

Heero smiled and reached for the bedside table. A small drawer opened and out came the lube. Duo spread his legs wider and Heero settled between them. He frowned a little. "I've never done this before."

Duo laughed. "Neither have I. Just...be gentle. Start with your pinky and then work your way up. I promise to tell you when it hurts and you'll know when I'm ready."

Heero squirted some lubricant onto his fingers while Duo brought up his knees, exposing himself to Heero. Heero started carefully, always moving slowly until he was sure Duo was ready to handle more. He slowly started to add fingers until three of his digits were moving in and out easily. Duo had been right, Heero did know when he was ready because Duo was moaning and clutching the duvet cover in his hands.

"Duo, are you ready?"

Duo felt the long fingers move in him again, filling and stretching him before withdrawing. "God, yes. Please."

Heero used more lube than was probably necessary to prep his cock but he did it anyway. If it ruined the duvet cover then he would just buy another one. He held up one of Duo's legs and pressed against Duo's asshole. "Are you sure?"

Duo panted and whined. "Yes!"

Heero pushed, feeling the ring of muscle stretch and then give as he slid inside. It was so warm and so tight; wet heat that made him feel like he could fly. He concentrated on the sound of Duo's breathing and looked down to make sure he was okay. Duo's face was flushed but he looked unharmed. His hair was spread out on the pillows and Heero was quite sure he had never seen a more beautiful sight. He continued to use short thrusts to move further inside, until he could finally feel his balls against Duo's slick skin.

Duo looked up at Heero with pure need in his eyes. "I need you. Fuck me now, Heero!"

Heero needed it too. He needed to fuck him, to meet and answer Duo's passion, to make Duo cry out his name as he came. He pulled out until only his head remained inside of Duo's ass and then he thrust back in, filling his lover completely. Duo arched up and keened, his voice filling the house.

"Fuck! Heero!"

"God Duo! You're so....damn...." Heero withdrew and entered, again and again as Duo writhed beneath him, sobbing with pleasure. He reached for Duo's cock and wrapped his hand around it, jacking it fiercely because he knew neither of them were going to last much longer at all.

Duo cried out again as Heero changed his angle slightly, filling him even deeper. Heero just kept going, even though he was so close to coming he wasn't sure which one of them was going to reach completion first. "Come on, come on. Come for me Duo. Come for me..."

"Nnngh! Fuck!" Duo lifted his head and slammed it back onto the pillows as his dick started to spurt semen onto his stomach and Heero's fingers. His ass clamped down and made it almost impossible for Heero to move. Somehow he managed to move finally, but the tight, hot suction suddenly milked his orgasm from him and he thrust quick and deep to fill Duo with his fluids.

Duo was being squashed by Heero but he didn't think he minded one bit. As far as he was concerned, Heero could stay right there on top of him without complaint.

But eventually Heero did move, if only to withdraw and lay his head on Duo's chest. They had both been panting but now their breath was even and their bodies cooling down. Fluids ran between them and on them, becoming tacky and flaking in places. Their legs were tangled together and neither one of them could say anything yet.

Finally Duo spoke. "Fucking hell. You're good at that."

Heero laughed and raised himself up on an elbow so he could look Duo in the face. "I tend to think you're the one that's good."

Duo groaned and made a move to sit up. "Go start the shower pretty boy. I'll strip the sheets."

"Leave the sheets. We can sleep in the room next door." Heero stood and stretched before moving to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Duo picked up his clothing and folded them, placing them on the bed. Heero walked past him and caressed his hip before doing the same with his own clothes.

Duo shook his head at the sight of the semen on his body. "Damn, you came a lot."

"Totally your fault," Heero joked. Duo followed him when they walked into the bathroom and took the two towels Heero handed him from a cabinet in the luxurious bathroom. Duo chuckled and asked for another towel for his hair. Heero handed him another and they made their way to the glass enclosure.

Duo whistled his approval. "Damn. Double-headed and all stone and glass."

Heero opened the glass door and walked inside. Duo followed and they were suddenly surrounded by steam and hot water.

Duo had never done anything so intimate as let someone wash his hair. But when Heero asked if he would like it he acquiesced, wanting to feel those hands on his scalp. As predicted, it felt like heaven and he found himself reciprocating, working shampoo into Heero's thick hair and watching the suds trail down his toned back.

Heero would have liked to say that it was just a shower, but it seemed like no matter what they did it wasn't just that. There was always an undercurrent... always something else that lay beneath it all, just waiting. Heero didn't want to examine it and didn't want to try and label it. He knew it was too soon to even consider that. But he liked it and didn't want it to go away. He watched Duo towel off his hair and smiled. Before he knew it he was wrapping his arms around Duo's slim waist and laying his head on a damp shoulder.

"I like being here with you," he murmured.

Duo leaned back into him and turned his head toward Heero. "Stop it. You'll make me not want to leave."

Heero wasn't sure if that was such a bad idea at all.

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