Acting Like We're Animals

*Based on the song 'Animals', by Nickelback

Chapter 1: Runaways
by Kracken

Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: Male/Male sex, graphic, language, violence.


'I can't take it anymore. We're getting out of here, tonight.'

Duo read the message on his laptop several times, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is there something that you would like to share with the class. Mr. Maxwell?"

Duo erased the message deftly and put his math work back up. "I just thought of a math joke ma'am, that's all. Sorry."

The old woman at the head of the class, pursed her lips together as if she'd eaten a sour lemon, and then said, "I realize that you know a great deal, already, about what I'm attempting to teach the class, but we both don't have any choice in the matter of your assignment here. You are court ordered to attend this school until you reach your majority. I ask, once again, that you please respect the other students and allow them to learn the course."

"Yes, ma'am, sorry again, ma'am," Duo replied smoothly.

When she went back to teaching her course, voice droning, on and on, he glanced sideways to where Heero was sitting, looking emotionless and totally engrossed in the lesson. They had found a mutual attraction during the war, and now, when they were at peace, and both court ordered to attend the same school, that attraction had become a source of physical frustration that had quickly become unbearable. It hadn't gone unnoticed, especially when they had been caught attempting a few fumbling kisses behind the gym. After that, they had been assigned a watch dog. An over zealous man, named Krotchet, who had taken to his duty, of guarding their virginity, like a man asked to guard a pile of gold. He never let them out of his sight.

Condom, lube, towel, car... Duo went over a mental supply list, wondering if Heero was doing the same. Knowing his exactness, he had probably already timed Krotchet's 'security' habits down to the last millisecond, noted every one of his spies, and decided on who's car they were going to steal.

Condom from the health class. Lube, from the clinic. Towel, from his room. Car... They needed one with a nice back seat.

Duo grinned again, feeling his excitement growing in more ways than one. He sank in his chair, blushing, and tried not to think about what he wanted to do once they were alone. The thought of Heero, sprawled out naked, ready for his hands to explore, and other, even more erotic images, weren't to be denied, though. He had a small working knowledge of what two guys were supposed to do together, thanks to health class, and a few glimpses of other men 'doing it', to fuel his physical fire. 'Top or bottom?', 'Would it hurt?', 'Would it be the best thing he'd ever felt?', were questions that played in and out of the erotic images.

Duo glanced over at Heero again and saw a slight blush on his cheeks, as if Duo's thoughts were apparent to him. It was obvious, the way he shifted in his chair, that he was having the same difficulties as Duo.

Maybe Heero didn't want to go that far? Duo considered the possibility and felt a wave of anxiety. What if he was reading too much into the note? Maybe Heero just wanted a chance to talk, without the fear of someone over hearing, or, maybe, a chance to kiss some more? It made Duo squirm, wondering how he was going to keep himself under control, if that were the case. He was going to have a royal case of blue balls, he was sure, if Heero wanted to keep their clothes on.

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Evening didn't come fast enough. A note, slipped under Duo's dormitory door, gave him directions to the pick up point. It took him nearly an hour to avoid his 'keepers', and to be there when Heero pulled up in the Dean's pride and joy, a black sport's car with leather seats.

"We are so going to be dead when they find us," Duo snickered as he slid into the car with his small bag of supplies.

Heero only gave him a meaningful sideways look, as he pulled away from the school before Duo's butt was firmly in his seat. That look meant, 'Let them try and find us.'

City lights flickered over the glossy black hood of the car, and the car hugged the black top road, as silent as a dream, as Heero shifted and accellerated even more. He took a road, that lead into a network of side roads, that were as intricate as a spiderweb.

"Heero?" Duo's leg was bouncing nervously, one of his hands plucking repeatedly at his too tight jeans.

Heero looked over at him briefly.

"We're not going all this way just to... talk, are we?" Duo wanted to know.

Heero snorted. "Talk?I could barely stop from pulling you down in class and taking off your clothes."

Duo grinned. "I'm so freakin' glad! I'm about to bust some seams, here. If you had said, talk, I might have had to be surgically removed from my pants."

Heero rubbed at his own tight pants. "I've had this for weeks."

"Can't stop horniness when you're our age," Duo laughed. "Krotchet just doesn't get that."

"He's too old to remember," Heero agreed.

Duo looked forward at the darkened road ahead. "How much longer?"

"Railroad tracks," Heero replied. "There's a small lot there. We can park and..." He looked over at Duo again, a breif flick of blue eyes almost hidden in shadow. "How far do you want to take this?"

Duo dug into his bag and then pulled out the topical gel. The car drifted as Heero looked at it, and then they both jerked as he overcompensated to get the car back on the right side of the road. Duo heard an audible swallow.

"Respect me in the morning?" Duo snickered, but he couldn't hide his nervousness.

Heero didn't sound any steadier when he asked, "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Don't be stupid," Duo retorted with a roll of his eyes. "I did get into the car with lube and condoms."

Heero nodded shakily and swallowed again.

"Maybe...," Duo said as he leaned over and put fingers to work unzipping Heero's pants, "You need some convincing?"

"Duo?!" Heero's voice came out an octave too high.

Duo chuckled huskily, though he was far from confident in performing his first blow job, and in a moving sports car at that.

Heero groaned and bucked as Duo did his best to take care of the very stiff erection in Heero's pants. He was surprised at how much he liked it, tasting Heero and being in control of his release.

Heero slid a hand along Duo's back and dipped a hand into Duo's pants. He squeezed Duo's ass in such a way that Duo had no doubt who was going to be on bottom this time. He thought about that, as the hand slid around and managed to get into his underwear, and then he stopped thinking as Heero found his raging erection and began to stroke it hard. One, two, three, strokes and all of Duo's pent up sexual frustration erupted in a powerful orgasm.

Heero came as Duo's mouthed clamped down on him, and then Duo was gasping and coughing as he backed away and wiped his mouth. Heero reached down and milked himself a few more times, to finish himself off, and then overcompensated violently as the car hit the gravel on the side of the road.

Duo laughed as they were jerked back and forth until Heero regained control, and then he stretched like a sated cat in his seat and said, "I can do that a few hundred more times. How about you?"

Heero smirked. "With you, a thousand."

Duo started and then said, "Hey, that sounded kind of romantic, like this is more than an outing to get laid?"

Heero was quiet, too quiet, and Duo watched the young man's hands work on the steering wheel. Just when Duo decided to laugh, and act as if he'd been joking, to cover up the hurt, Heero replied, "I think it is."

Duo felt relief and a resurgence of need, need for Heero. "Good," he said. "I'd hate to think I was the only one feeling that way."

Heero smiled and the car picked up speed.
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TBC

On to Chapter Two



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