Author's Notes: This fic is attributed to three things.

1. Sex in the City

2. Yaoi

3. My friend Shelley, you are such a blonde.

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Good to the Last Drop

By Silver Miko

Chapter 1: Colors

The scale of sexuality in my opinion can be defined by a color scale. It goes something like this, and keep this mind as I use it constantly.

Orange/red- straight.

Fuschia- bisexual leaning towards women.

Violet- bisexual.

Indigo- bisexual leaning towards men

blue-gay.

Brown-metrosexual.

Pink-omni-sexual...will do anything pretty much.

So let's begin shall we? Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a moment. Yeah ladies, how many times did ya hear that line?

I'm Duo Maxwell, columnist and bisexual extraordinare. As of today I'm a violet kind of guy, but Lord knows I've had my indigo days.

So welcome to 'Good to the Last Drop', my little piece of written word about ::Gasp:: modern love and sex!

Now some say New York is the city that never sleeps, but then they've obviously never been to Tokyo. This place is a neon light orgasm, 24-7, pulsating party and I'm the man-belle of the ball. I should mention some friends of mine who will most likely be regulars in the chronicles of my sexcapades.

First off there's Quatre Raberba Winner, who blue as the sky believes in true love and fairy tale endings. He's a naive little guy, but he's a good pal. Easy to shock too. One trip to a bath house left him terrified for a month. Now Quatre works in a art gallery in the Ginza shopping district and while he won't admit it, he's had his eyes on a quiet artist named Trowa Barton. I've yet to determine that guy's color, but give me time.

Next is Chang Wufei, orange all the way who is...more or less....misogynist. He's the most angriest little Chinese boy ever and isn't afraid to point out when someone is weak. A finance banker by day, dojo bunny by night, this is a guy who needs to get laid. In the worst possible way.

Dojo bunny- a Duo-ism for someone who obsessively practices in dojos every day.

And then there's Treize Khushrenada, CEO of Oz Corporation and probably an even bigger manwhore than myself. He's a brown fellow, though sometimes I theorize he's actually a pink. He has this air of sophistication that makes ladies chase him down at the clubs. Currently he is un-attached, but that doesn't stop him from a casual fling or two.

Now that you've met the players, let's delve into last night's happenings!!

We, the Fab Four ( did you really think I wouldn't give an appreciative nod to Queer as Folk?), set out for a club in Roppongi called HD Heaven which was pretty exclusive. After a thirty minute wait, we made it in and got a table to which I immediately scan the room. Now I had decided on wearing my tight black jeans and silk dark violet button up shirt. I said I was in a violet way, did I not?

Man both the ladies and the gents love me dressed like that cause the minute I started walking towards the bar I got looks. That's right folks, Sex Machine Walking. Get in line!

The bartender, who was rather good-looking blonde fellow who apparently went to high school with Treize, took my order of a screwdriver with a pineapple twist. Mreow do I love a boy who knows to CONDITION!!

After shooting him a wink, which he seemed to frown at, I returned to the my little group and relay it to Treize.

"You winked at Zechs? Priceless."

"Sex?"

"No, Z-E-C-H-S. Anyways, he's straight so leave him be."

I decided to take Treize's word on that, but still with a name that sounds like sex how can you NOT think wrong thoughts?! I'll remember he's orange.

Quatre was happily drinking his soda as he's a non-drinker, and talking about a new exhibit by some up and coming new artist from Germany. She goes by Lady Une...now that's classy! Quatre, as always, hints at us attending her opening night as he does with all new artists. He's like a cute puppy dog...like Sanrio's Cinnamon Roll...you just can't resist those big eyes.

And we relented as usual.

Free food....free booze...what the hell, why not?

Wufei wandered off to some secluded dark corner to brood about something and I again like to point out that I'm not sure as to why I continue associating with him. I guess every group needs an asshole.

I decided being the vibrant fellow I am to hit the dance floor. I love the dance floor. Dozens of people just moving and flowing like one. I can loose myself there. As Hamasaki Ayumi's new single came on, I opened my lovely violet eyes and glanced around....and that's when I saw him walk in.

Brown hair, blue-eyed, solemn looking as ever...

Heero Yuy.

My fucking ex-boyfriend.

Let the party begin.

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end of chapter 1

Well, I'm off to prepare for tomorrow's three hour drive to boston for warped tour. Later!