"Duo."
The braided boy swung around immediately, his violet eyes narrowing as they sought to make out the figure standing in the dark corner. The figure just chuckled, stepping into the light. Duo gasped, taking a step back in his shock.
"Heero!"
"Aa."
Heero looked wonderful, Duo's mind supplied for him. He was wearing an obviously expensive suit, tailored to fit his body perfectly. His broad shoulders and chest were covered in the rich, dark cloth, accenting... well, everything! His pants were hand-pressed, the whole suit such a dark blue that it was almost black. He would have looked like a shadow if it weren't for his white shirt and deep red tie. Heero's lips quirked up into a half-smirk.
"Done looking?" he asked.
Duo just shook his head in disbelief. "You bastard!" he finally exploded, his voice echoing down the empty hallway. "You didn't tell me that you'd be back so soon!"
Heero stepped closer and Duo could practically feal the heat radiating off the Japanese boy's body. "Why? Do you need to hide some other lover that I don't know about?"
Hands on his hips, Duo tilted his head up, not wilting before Heero's intense Prussian gaze. "And what if I do?" he asked haughtily. "You've been gone for a while, and you know I don't like sleeping in an empty bed."
That answer only served to add fire into Heero's gaze, and he pounced; one hand grabbed both of Duo's wrists in a firm hold, pulling the braided boy against him so his arms were trapped between their bodies. Heero's other arm encircled Duo's waist possessively, almost painfully. Duo gasped at the sudden contact and his own helpless state and could only stare up into Heero's darkened eyes.
"Aren't you going to say you missed me?" Heero questioned, his arm squeezing tighter. Duo's mouth dropped open to give a denial but Heero seized the opportunity to press his lips firmly against the American's. Their tongues clashed with each other, drawing the both of them into sensory bliss. And just as Duo felt himself pressing back against Heero, about to moan into his mouth and beg the Japanese boy to just take him *now*, a voice interrupted.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing to Duo?!"
Duo jumped, accidentally biting down on Heero's bottom lip. The Prussian-eyed boy yelped, and his eyes narrowed on the tall stranger standing at the entrance to the ballroom.
"Tyler!" Duo exclaimed, frantically trying to free himself from Heero's embrace. But Heero had decided to be stubborn, refusing to let go of Duo, and instead trying to press him closer to prove his ownership.
"Tyler?" Heero questioned, looking down into Duo's blushing face. "So you *have* been trying to hide your other lovers from me?"
"WHAT?!" Tyler exploded, angrily stalking forward.
"NO!" Duo said at the same time, finally yanking out of Heero's arms. He held his hands up, trying to wave the two angry men away. His violet eyes danced between the two of them, almost relieved when they started to glower at each other instead of at him. "No! He's not my... I mean, you're the... I mean... this isn't what it looks like!"