Rehab
Title: Rehab
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4, 5X(haven't decided yet)
Warnings: SEX! (lol) from the first chapter and so on, Angst, Violence, Foul Language etc...
Summary: To pent his frustration throughout the war Duo turns to Heero for no-strings attached sex not knowing the silent solider would start to develop feelings for him. Now the wars over and Duo has turned to Hilde to start a new life leaving Heero stranded and unknowing how to deal with the emotion called 'Love'.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it would be never ending!
Author's note: I thought of this idea while listening to Rihanna's song 'Rehab' and it all just came pouring out. It's going to be a multi part fic but I'm just wondering if I should continue or not. Some chaps will have some of the lyrics to the song at the start while others wont. I'm also looking for a Beta if anyone is up for it :) I don't really understand how to use the Beta part of this website so anyone please email me :) Anyway please read and review I'd love to know what you think about it, and download the song if you can, it kinda it's gets you into the mood of the story :)
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Chapter 1
PS! Some sexual action in this chapter folks! You have been warned! :D
Heero's POV
Baby, Baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it
The mission had royally fucked up, many people had been slaughtered, many who weren't even soldiers. Landing Wing within a large cave near our current safehouse I sit silently for a while reflecting on what had just happened. We'd been framed, tricked into thinking Trieze was going to be holding a meeting within the Swedish Council Hall, however we were bombarded with mobile suits on approach. The battle was hard, we'd been out number by too many. Deathscythe had been pushed into a school which collapsed under it's weight, many children died. I feel my hands clench at the thought.
Popping open the hatch of my cockpit my eyes land on Deathscythe - it's cockpit door still closed and it's engine still on. Duo was going to take this badly. Exiting my suit I look down below to see Quatre and Trowa looking up at the Death machine.
"Duo!" I can hear Quatre calling, "Duo, please...come out." There is silence before the engine is cut and the cockpit door hisses open. Slowly Duo's hunched figure appears from within with his face bowed and passive. Looking up his dead eyes lock onto mine and I feel a slight shiver run down my spine. The expression on his face looks so out of place but I've seen it so many times before.
"Duo!" His eyes snap below to see the two other pilots, WuFei has already left to check the house was safe for us to enter. "Are you OK?"
There is silence until the other calls back, his voice unusually quite. "I'm OK Quatre."
"Thank Allah! Please come down, let's get something to eat."
Dead eyes raise to meet mine again and instantly I know what he wants, "you two go, I'll follow you shortly I just need to get some stats off Heero."
"Okay, don't be long." The blonde replies hesitantly. As soon as the two pilots have left Duo is on his way over towards me. Two seconds later he has me pinned against cold metal of my suit his mouth covering mine. I can feel his hot tears trickling down his face as he deepens his kiss. Without a word he leads me into the cockpit of my Gundam and I let him push me down into my bucket seat.
Straddling my lap he rests his hands on the cockpit wall behind my chair as he leans towards me. With his mouth a millimetre away from mine he speaks softly this voice slightly hoarse, "make me forget."
My hands are glued to his tight clad thighs as he kisses me hard. I can feel his obvious excitement against my stomach as he run his hands down my arms sending a tickling sensation through my nerves.
This is the relationship I have with Duo Maxwell.
I don't really understand how or why we started this. We were on a particularly hard mission which had caused many deaths. Tired, stressed and guilt ridden, when we returned to our camp site that night we got into a pretty heated argument over something or other. The next thing I knew he'd punched me, so naturally I punched him back. Expecting a punch back instead he pinned me to the nearest tree and kissed the living daylight out of me.
I did resist at first however I soon gave in telling him he was going to be a bad influence on me. Ever since then we fuck after every hard mission. It kinda makes us forget about everything for a while, Maxwell's always a bit happier afterwards, but I guess I'm the only one who notices. I think the other's don't really understand Maxwell – but then again neither do I.
The other's don't know what we get up to, Maxwell and I are nothing but comrades outside the bedroom. That's partly because I'm always busy writing up reports and he's always with Quatre and Trowa. Sometimes it hurts to think that he likes to spend more time with them rather than me. But I suppose our relationship doesn't include friendship of that sort. Not that I wouldn't like it to, but I think I remind Duo to much of all the bad shit that has happened to him in his life and I think I'm too scared at the thought of it.
I sigh in pleasure as he kisses his way down my bare chest after ripping my tank top off in hast. He still has tears running from his shining amethyst eyes which I have grown to love to stare into. They always seem endless and I could gaze into them for days. However Duo doesn't like to look at me during or after sex, because that's what we are to each other nothing but a little release, an escape from reality.
I watch as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and stands to unbutton his trousers. The whole time his eyes are glue to the ceiling. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I pull down my shorts and boxers. He looks beautiful standing in front of the doorway of the cockpit the light from the outside lining his petite but manly form highlighting all his ripped features from his dominant jaw line to the lines of his six pack. I don't think he realises how beautiful he is, and I'm not going to be the one to tell him. It's not part of our 'contract'.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he lowers himself onto me unprepared and so tight. He throws his head back in slight pain and ecstasy as he slowly moves up and down. I can feel my own breath rising and coming short as he continues and slowly picks up his pace. I place my hands on his bare thighs guiding him up and down. I feel him fall against my chest, placing his head in the crook of my neck. In front I can see my short breaths within the cool air.
Sometimes I try to resist Maxwell, I've always been taught to keep physical contact with humans to a bare minimum. I never wanted to have a distraction. It's funny how Duo has so much power over me. I would never let any of the other pilots get this close to me, but Duo...there's always been something different about him. I always feel better just when he's around and knowing that he's safe, maybe it's normal to feel this way towards someone you consider your best friend.
I can feel his short breaths tickling my neck as he gives out low moans of pleasure while I begin to jerk him off.
My time with Duo excites me. Maybe I can't resist him because this is the only time I actually feel alive. He reminds me what it's like to live. The war suppresses everything good you can ever feel, the constant feeling of guilt, stress and fear tends to take over – sometimes I feel like I want to give up, just to die on the battle field – but then Duo's always there to remind me of the other things in life. I wonder if he knows he does this to me...
I feel his nails dig into my shoulders as his comes over my hand and chest. A second later I'm spent and I can feel a wetness tickling the corners of my eyes and then a single tear falls down my face.
And now is the part I hate.
I watch in silence as he lifts himself off me. Turning away from me, as if all of a sudden he is shy about his body, he pulls on his clothes and leaves without saying a word.
Sat in my cockpit still naked I drop my head into my hands feeling tears seeping through my fingers. Since when did this become so complicated? Since when did I start to feel too much for Duo Maxwell?
TBC...
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