Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Gundam Wing AC

Pairings: 2x1x2, brief 2xH, strong 1+R

Rating: M

Warning: shounen ai/yaoi, illegal relationship (Duo 20, Heero 13), sexual content, language, possible BDSM touches in future chapters. (As pointed out by a guest, I need to add more warnings.) This fic will encompass child abuse, psychopathic tendencies which include animal torture, and pain infliction. I will add more warnings as the story progresses.

Summary: While working as a counselor at a Camp Bleska, Duo is faced with a young disturbed boy who's determined to seduce him. (circa 1960's)

Title: Camp Bleska

The dark room echoed the sounds of squeaking bed springs, erotic moans, and the repeated smack, smack, smack, of flesh meeting flesh. Nails digging into skin leaving crescent indentations, the violet eyed man tightened his grip on the waist of the boy riding his stiff cock and kept his momentum of upward thrusts quick and brutal. The bouncing boys' mewls of pleasure heightened with each shove from the dick buried in his passage, rubbing vigorously against his prostate. His own erect dick slapping raunchily against his own abdomen.

/I'm going to hell...I'm going to jail and then I'm going to hell./ The camp counselor berated himself, biting his lips in attempt to keep himself silent. Though they were in his private cabin in the dead of night, Duo didn't want to add to the noise and attract any unwanted attention, but he reveled in the sounds that escaped the young boys mouth. He knew what he was doing was wrong, against the law, but the sinful creature atop him pushed his limits to the end. Besides, they had crossed the boundaries between right and wrong once already, why not go all the way and make the mistake worth while?

His violet eyes appraised the young boy - seven years his junior - as his tousled head lulled from shoulder to shoulder, lips parted in ecstasy, taut muscles constricting and relaxing with each up and downward thrust of his narrow waist. The boys' blue eyes fluttered open, pining him with a fevered, lustful gaze. /Sinful./ His mind supplied again. Yes, the boy was sinful, lascivious, and maladjusted. The tan, blue-eyed, supple creature taunted him at every chance he got, pushing Duo against an invisible wall until he cracked.

Leaning down, that heavenly or hellish boy placed a feathery light kiss to Duos' lips. Intertwining his fingers into the tousled, sweat soaked brown hair, Duo tugged harshly and plundered the boy's mouth, and received a stifled moan for his efforts. Placing a hand on the pubescent boys member, Duo masturbated the boy to completion. The boys' moans augmented as his hot semen flowed over Duo's stomach. The sensation of that warm bodily fluid on him and the sheath of the boys' body tightening around his cock pulled him over the edge as well, cumming in his ass.

/Definitely going to hell./ He thought as the boy collapsed on his chest, head buried in the crock of his neck, hot breath panting against his sweat dampened skin.

-Three Weeks Prior-

Taking a job at a summer camp wasn't Duos' ideal choice, but jobs in Ohio didn't come by easily for a high school drop out with a long, crazy braid. Maybe he should have stayed in school, but being labeled as the school "fag" at every institution he was ever enrolled in drove him out, bullied until he couldn't take it anymore. Though he did like boys, he fancied girls as well and never dated another guy openly. Obviously, it was his appearance that gave him away. And the rumors. Hearsay around the schools claimed he blew jocks and gave it away for money. The former was true, but not the latter. Anyways, his decision to drop out two months before graduation landed him shitty jobs like the one he was in now.

Camp Bleska was an eight week summer get away for teenage boys and girls between the ages of eleven to fourteen, and paid minimum wage, which was the best he could hope for. Set along the shore of Lake Erie, he could have done worse. /Flipping burgers is way worse./ He told himself. He could do this job, he was alright with kids, he could be someone they could talk to and look up to. Or so he hoped.

A dark-haired girl, another counselor judging by her uniform, the same as his own, approached him.

"Hey," she said with a smile and extended her hand, "Name's Hilde."

"Duo," he replied with a wink and shook the hand she offered.

"Looks like the kids are here," she said, jerking her chin in the direction of the four yellow buses that came driving around the bend. "Ever work with kids?"

"Uh, no, but I've been around a lotta different kinds of kids," Duo answered.

She eyed him suspiciously. "How so?"

"Grew up in the foster system, bounced around in a lot of different homes. Had a lotta different brothers and sisters."

"Oh," she intoned, drawing the word out. Turning her attention to the kids exiting the buses, she decided not to ask anymore about Duo's past, such things were a private nature, and she knew the foster care system in this country had many faults.

Duo additionally turned his attention to the adolescents. Eyeing the second bus in the row of four, his eyes landed on a an exotic boy. Dark brown hair, slender body, tan sun-kissed skin, and even from a far, Duo could see the extraordinarily deep blue irises framed by long dark lashes. Those alien almond-shaped baby blues turned on him. A jolt of something unnerving tingled down his spine like a shock of electricity. There was something different about this boy, something demanding and lethal. He was under this lovely creatures power before he even knew his name.

The camp president, an excentric man named Howard, handed out lists to each of the six counselors with the names of their campers. Duo didn't pay too much attention to the faces of the kids that flocked around him as he called out their names. He was in charge of one cabin full of girls and one cabin full of boys, six to each. Looking around his group, Duo noticed the extrinsic, lilith boy stood in the back of his group. Upon closer inspection, he could see the emptiness of those steely blue depths, the lack of life and light.

Deep down in his bones, Duo knew the reasons behind why a kid would have that kind of blank, uncaring, soulless stare. He used to have that same gaze himself, before he got help.

Leading his group of campers to their cabins, Duo recited the camp rules. Lights out at nine thirty. Only eating at the designated meal times, if you don't eat then, than you wait until the next meal. No sneaking into each others cabins after dark. Anything on the do-not bring list would be confiscated upon its finding, such as, cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, porno rags, knives, or anything the counselor deemed inappropriate. Consequences for rule breaking, bullying, or for being caught in the opposite sexes cabin after lights out would be dealt with immediately, which included being suspended from specific activities or sent home. Duo also told his group that he didn't want to be their babysitter, or their disciplinarian, he wanted to be their friend and make sure they had eight weeks of fun. The six girls and five boys smiled and grinned at their cordial camp counselor; all but the strange ghost of a boy in the back.

"Cabin Apo is for the girls, Cabin Weayaya is for the boys. That cabin over there," Duo pointed in the direction of an identical, smaller wood cabin, "is mine. If you ever need anything, my door is always open."

"What do the names mean?" A blond cheery girl asked.

"They're both Sioux names. Apo is dawn and Weayaya is dusk," Duo answered with a smile.

The boys and girls entered their respective cabins to claim their bunks and unpack their belongings. Duo returned to his cabin to wait for dinner; the kids had arrived late in the day. The braided twenty year old rolled himself a marijuana joint from the stash he had brought with him, lit up, and began to smoke it in his small bathroom. Halfway through his doobie, he heard the shrill scream of a girl come from the cabin near his. Tossing his joint in the toilet, Duo bolted from his own cabin in a dead sprint to Cabin Apo.

Running through the door, Duo yelled, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Two of the girls laughed as four others shrieked with fright.

A girl with brown hair pointed from her bunk and said, "Blondie over there found a lizard in her bed."

Relief flooded his system. Walking over to the second bed on the left side of the room, Duo plucked the reptile from the sheets. He had the rest of the girls check their beds and the wood floor beneath for anymore "scary" intruders. Three beds on each side of the room, all six girls searched about their cabin, including the three shower stalls in the bathroom. At the sound of snickering, Duo looked over his shoulder to see all six boys giggling at the front screen door. He waved them off with a smirk.

"Alright, no more critters?" he asked the girls.

"No," many of the girls chimed in unison.

The blond girl who had asked about the names of the cabins stood by the bed that Duo found the lizard wiggling around in.

Still holding the twitching thing between his cupped hands, Duo asked the girl, "Are you okay, honey?"

"Yes. Thank you Mr. Maxwell," she sighed miserably.

"Call me Duo."

"Okay, Duo," she smiled, lighting up her pale blue eyes.

Not remembering the names from the list, Duo asked, "What was your name again?"

"Relena," she boasted. "And that's my friend Sylvia and Dorothy," she added pointing to the other two blond girls in the room. He waved at them and they waved back.

"Alright ladies, dinner will be announced soon at the sound of a ringing bell. Hurry and get unpacked."

"Okay Duo!" All six of them cheered.

Walking outside, Duo freed the lizard and watched it scamper to the trees where it stopped at the feet of a boy. That boy. Looking Duo dead in the eye, the kid lifted his foot and brought it down on the defenseless lizard. Squashing the reptile under his foot with a sickening crunch.

A cold, malevolent air breezed over them, ruffling the boy's dark hair and sending his own braid whipping behind him. He wanted to yell, chastise the boy. But something held him back. That cold, fatal aura around the kid kept Duos' mouth sealed. He walked back to his cabin.

At dinner in a large elongated cabin called the mess hall, Duo ate with the other counselors. He chatted with the girl, Hilde, and made quick friends with a Chinese man around his age named Wufei. He learned that Hilde wanted a respectable job in childcare, and that the stern Wufei was here to make extra money before he went off to college in California. The three got along famously, though Duo had a way with getting people to like and come around to him in a friendly manner, despite his uncommon features. They discussed the kids in their groups briefly, and Duo told the story of the girl, Relena, who'd been scared by a lizard.

"Relena Peacecraft is in your care?" A tall man with long blond hair asked from the other end of the counselors table.

"Yeah, why?" Duo asked.

"That's my sister. You better keep a good eye on her. She's a good kid, but that friend, Dorothy, of hers gets her into trouble," the man stated and spooned a spoonfil of baked beans into his mouth.

"Will do. What's your name?"

"Milliardo, nice to meet you Duo Maxwell."

"Back at 'cha Milly."

The blond man snorted and returned his attention to his meal. Peering over his shoulder, the braided counselor appraised his campers. The girl, Relena, was seated across that freak of a boy with the heavenly baby blues. She seemed to be chatting nonstop to the boy, who kept his gaze on the food before him. Maybe the kid could make a friend or two. Maybe that scene outside the cabins hadn't been as foreboding as Duo thought, but something told him that wasn't the case.

If that little sadistic monster was going to be hanging around Milliardo's sister, then he was going to have to keep a very close eye on her.

The night preceded around a large bonfire where Howard, the camp president, told spooky stories to the kids. Duo kept an eye on that strange boy - he needed to learn his name - who sat by Relena. He didn't seem so evil by her, the kid paid attention to her, calmed her when she jumped at the ridiculous story. Maybe he was seeing the beginning signs of a summer love. But they boys eyes mainly remained on the large fire, the embers reflecting in his eyes, the light of the flame dancing abstract patterns against tan flesh.

Suddenly, those vacant orbs flashed to his, a sense of knowing he was being watched resigned between them. Duo diverted his gaze immediately, not wanting that penetrating stare on him, but feeling the weight of it all the same. Duo fidgeted uncomfortably under that weight. When he thought it gone, he looked back and his violet eyes found blue again.

/What's with this fucker?/ He asked himself. But he knew. Knew desolate eyes didn't become that way without neglect, abuse, trauma. Unless...unless the kid was a born sociopath. Hell bent on deceit and violence. Such deceit could be easily attained from the young beauty for his physical appearance betrayed any hidden evil that lay within. Duo would know. He knew that built up anger, evil, could lash out at anyone at anytime. From his own unfortunate past, Duo knew the extent of what abuse could do to a child, how it could create an angry, vengeful creature. How it could change an innocent being into a cold, heartless clandestine child that craved blood, the cries of others, lusted after creating artful pain inflicted on lovers.

It scared him. It terrified him to see what he looked like at that age mirrored back at himself. A boy wrought with sexual abuse, bounced around from home to home, never safe. A boy who witnessed his mother's death at the hands of a vicious, territorial boyfriend.

But Duo didn't allow himself to think that way. Many kinds of abuse could lead a child down that path. For all he knew, that boy was simply born that way, an abomination of nature. A naturally born killer.

Sure, in his past, Duo tortured and killed small animals to inflict the pain he was dealt by others, by "parents", by a teacher who was supposed to be trustworthy, respected, and not at all feared by, but his wretched life made him a constant victim. If only he knew the power that blue-eyed boy would place him under. He might have left that night.

After the story telling, Duo rounded up his campers and lead them back to their cabins by flash light. His observant violet eyes took in the sight of Relena hanging back by the dark boy, still chatting away though the boy didn't seem to pay attention, just kept his eyes on the ground.

As the group dispersed into their cabins, Duo kept his eyes staked on that boy. Made sure he went into his own cabin. He noticed the other boys kept their distance from him, like he was a piraha.

Sighing in resignation, the violet eyed man entered his own cabin. Dispensing a small amount of cannabis into white rolling paper, Duo licked the paper and rolled it between his thumb and middle finger to seal it shut. Igniting the joint, he placed a Ray Charles black vinyl in the record player he brought from his hole in the wall apartment in Rock Creek, Ashtabula County. Inhaling leisurely, Duo allowed himself to fall backwards onto his bed. The mattress creaked as he bounced, old springs singing with signs of over use and old age.

He sang along quietly with the record, finishing his marijuana cigarette. Putting it out, he let the record play itself out to the end. Falling asleep, Duo dreamed sweet dreams of the mother he once had, forgetting about the peculiar boy under his care.

Awakening to the annoying toll of a bell, Duo groaned wishing for ten more minutes to sleep in, but he job didn't pay him to sleep. Rolling out of bed, the braided man threw on his second uniform, three of which he was give, and dressed. Short red mesh shorts and a grey short-sleeved shirt with the camps emblem, Duo made his way outside. Faced with groggy, yawning prepubescent, the braided man waved for them to follow him to the mess hall for breakfast.

Usually, he would consume whatever food was placed in front of him, but in a half conscious state, Duo only finished a fraction his meal before the campers were released for the days first activities.

It was upon the counselors to teach the campers on how to navigate through the forest incase they wandered too far and got lost. Teaching the kids to make handmade compasses with a needle, a refrigerator magnet, a piece of cork, and a small dish to fill with water, Duo completed the assignment with flying colors. His group finished the task and held onto the items which could save them if they got lost, though they were advised to always have a partner for wherever they went.

The next task was braided bracelets made of colorful yarn; most of the boys groaned in distress. It was his duty to get all the kids on board whether they wanted to or not. Duo taught the group how to make a four stranded braid, which was fairly easy since that was the way he styled his hair.

"I can't do it!" The frustrated Sylvia complained.

"Don't be such a cry baby!" A boy named Muller bellowed.

"Hey!" Duo hollered, "No name calling."

Duo showed the irritated blond how to make her bracelet with strands of pink, orange, yellow and red yarn. By the end, she was happy. And by the early afternoon, he instructed the kids to change into their bathing suits for a swim in Lake Erie.

As the kids ran off, one lingered, passing him by slowly, eyes boring into his own with a gaze so icy it froze his blood. The wind blew, sending more shivers down his spine. What was with this kid that made the air around him turn to icicles? As the boy passed, the leaves dangling from surrounding tree calmed, an eery silence claiming the air around the braided man. He refused his bodily need to quake under natures distress, under those scrutinizing eyes.

/Who is he?/ he asked himself as he watched the boys back fade into the distance.

Duo watched happily as the kids played boisterously in the lake, splashing, swimming, and running about the shoreline. A dock to the right side of where the kids played was where the strange boy sat, knees curled to his chest. That rested Duo's worried mind. He watched over the eleven kids in the water, knowing one was out of harms way, but that one could cause harm if he wanted.

That girl, Relena, played near the dock with her two blond friends. Watching over, Duo witnessed the Muller boy playfully shove the blond Peacecraft girl. It wasn't rueful or ill willed, just lively sport. But that blue-eyed boy leapt from the dock, landed on Muller, and continued to pummel the other and hold him by the neck underwater.

"Stop!" Duo screamed as he ran into the water. "Stop it!"

But the boy kept his fists flying.

Grabbing said boy by wrapping an arm under his arms, around his chest, he heaved the violent kid upward. The Muller boy surfaced, with gasps of needed air.

"You crazy fuck!" Muller screamed.

The boy wrapped in Duo's strong grasp continued to flail manically. He hauled the turbulent teen to the shore, kicking and screaming.

"What's the matter with you?" He yelled in the boys face. It was day two, and the kid was already causing a ruckus.

Those blue eyes filled with something akin to life, anger, outrage. "He pushed her!"

"That doesn't make it okay to beat him up!" Duo yelled. "I'm going to have to take you to Howard."

"NO!" The boy pleaded, "Don't please! I'll behave!" Those blue eyes filled with fear.

He didn't know what the boy had been through, but he felt a kinship of turmoil that only a hard life could bring. "You gotta control yourself."

"What about him? He pushed Marino!"

"Who's Marino? That's Relena," Duo pointed out.

The boys troubled features fell to the blank, empty stare from before. "That's what I meant," he stated in a monochromatic voice.

Duo knew that was a lie. The boy had seen another girl in place of Relena, being bullied by the Muller boy. But he knew he didn't have the boys trust to ask him what, or rather who was referring to.

Kneeling in front of the kid, soothing the dark damp hair against the boys face, Duo asked, "What's your name Kid?"

"His name's Heero," Relena answered for the boy, walking up behind to them from the lake's shoreline.

Gazing into those freaky blue eyes, Duo questioned, "That's your name?"

The boy nodded.

"Well, Heero," the violet eyed man started, "Thank you for standing up for Miss Relena, but you gotta come to me when something like that happens."

Bending at the waist, the elusive boy Heero whispered in Duo's ear, "I'll come to you for whatever you like." Duo didn't, couldn't respond to that kind of open-ended statement from a teen who was that young. As Heero stood upright, his blue eyes flicked with something intangible, hungry, dirty, and wrong.

Duo exhaled a shaky breath as the mysterious human beast sauntered away from him, back to the lake. Swaying his hips in short black trunks in a lustful way no boy should know how to do at such a supple age. It made him sick. Nauseous. He wanted to slap the zeal right out of the kid before he became a being like himself. Someone bent on kink, unable to keep a successful relationship going without the sadistic and masochistic pull of master and slave, dominate and submissive, out of any romantic association he would be involved in, in the future.

That same shiver, same exhale, held a hint of want, desire.

Shaking the overriding feeling from his frame, Duo focused his attention back on the kids playing in the surf, not wanting to think of a young boy in the same way his perpetrators thought of him, in a sexual manner. He was not a monster. He was not a predator. He was not a disgusting pig that took advantage of young, baffling boys.

No. He would not give in to the erotic, alluring temptation of juvenile flesh.

Glaring daggers out at the others, Duo yelled, "Muller, Trant! You're going to far out!" And the two boys were swimming too far out into Lake Erie. He didn't need to go swimming out after them, not after the erotic - though he refused to acknowledge the encounter as such - display he received from the Prussian blue-eyed Heero.

Looking over his list of campers, Duo came across the boys full name and residence. Heero. Heero Yuy. From Ashtabula County, just like himself. In fact, the boy lived ten miles from his apartment, went to the same middle school he had enrolled in for one semester before being bounced to another ungrateful, money hungry foster family in a different county.

Being forced to too many different schools, exposed to too many different groups of peers made Duo have the need to stand out. Making himself physically different from those around him gave the tossed around kid an unforgettable appearance, an air not so easily forgotten like he was when placed from one home to the next. He wanted to be remembered, for whatever reason, it didn't matter, as long as he was remembered.

In his early days as a foster kid, Duo teased others rather than to be on the receiving end of teasing. His first good friend, Solo, stuck up for him from grades one to four. Until he was shot accidentally by his drunken father whom had taken the boy hunting for deer.

After that, Duo didn't connect well with others until his sophomore year in high school. Middle school was hellish. Plagued with the label as the "freak", he took out his vengeance on frogs, captured bird, and rodents. Shooting them with beebee guns, stabbing them with dulled knives, mutilating their genitals in viscous renditions of the way he had been touched, made the young Duo feel vindicated, justified.

A young, aspiring high school counselor helped him put his troubled mind at ease. Detered him from becoming a full-blown psychopath. He found redemption, forgiveness, forgave himself for the things he could not stop, but that sadistic side still breathed healthily within him. Instead of torturing animals, he tortured his lovers, with their consent. The approval was key. The key to allow him to do as he pleased, deal out the pain that made his loins tense, heated. The pain of others aroused a side of him he wished to extinction. He loved his desires to tie others up, chain them down, asphyxiate them, smack them around in the bed, occasionally dominate them in the geographical way animals marked their territory. But he in turn loathed himself for the same things. That need to inflict, and the trigger by pain of others he hated. Wanting nothing more than to be apart of a healthy, adult relationship.

The bell tolled, signaling lunch. Everyone made way for their cabins to change, all except for Heero, who kept himself seated on the dock, legs crossed at the ankle, knees bent to his chest, eyes blazing into the murky water.

"Heero," Duo called. "It's time to go."

The boy looked at him, blank gaze affront. Lifting himself from the wooden dock, Heero marched to his cabin, Duo watching him all the way.

As he stalked to his own cabin, in hopes of taking a few drags of a doobie to sooth his unnerved edges, Duo's mind glittered with images of the exotic boy tied to his bed frame, crying to bed touched, eager to -

/NO! NO! NO!/ He screamed mentally at himself. He was not like the barbarians that took advantage of himself! He would never think of a young kid, boy or girl, in a sexually erotic way. They were impressionable young beings that deserved to respected, cared for, loved, in a way he never was. Heero Yuy. Heero was not a creature to be touched, no matter how much his outward appearance required, demanded it.

At lunch in the busy, bustling mess hall, Duo kept one eye on Heero as the other counselors chatted around him. Hilde, the dark-haired girl, tried vainly to flirt with him. He responded kindly with mildly flirtatious gestures of his own. She was attractive, and beautiful in a way that Duo would have been consumed by if his mind wasn't occupied with a demonic boy two tables away from his own.

Gathering the courage, Hilde inquired about his past. "What was it like growing up in the foster system?"

"It was okay," he replied, putting it mildly. In reality, he was only okay at first, before the family secrets came out. Each "family" had its own well-kept surreptitious affairs. Some worse than others. Some as vain as not wanting the neighbors to know, others turning a blind eye, deft ear, to the cries of helpless children in need of sanctuary.

Hilde continued, "I've always wanted to take in a foster kid after I have one or two of my own. Ya know, give a home to someone in need of one."

/She'd be one of the good ones./ Duo's mind supplied. Though the "good ones" could only the handle the "bad ones" for so long, or so his experience told him.

"Just don't give up on 'em," Duo offered. Hilde's face twisted in confusion but she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to know what he could mean by such an obscure statement.

After the meal, Duo and his campers endured more art and craft tasks, most of the boys rolling their eyes and wanting something more masculine, challenging to do. The girls giggled and talked among themselves. Heero sat close to Relena, almost like he was watching over her, guarding the girl from danger.

/He's danger./ An ominous voice told Duo's mind, but as he watched the boy, he seemed careful, almost delicate around the blond girl.

He wanted to be wrong about the kid. His mind sufficed the reasoning that Heero held affection for the girl, and that his comment from earlier meant nothing. Just a misunderstanding.

That night, after dinner, after more "spooky" story telling, Duo led his campers to their cabins. At lights out, nine thirty, Duo closed his door and shut his blinds. Comforted by the a weird day coming to its end, which sounds both passive aggressive and condescending to the rest of his group who didn't weird him out, the braided man let his hair down, literally. Shaking the heavy braid out, Duo reveled in the sensation of his hair being freed.

He showered. Washing his mane of hair in shampoo and conditioner, Duo soaked in the heat of warm water washing over his pale flesh. The heated liquid massaged the troubles of his day away, accompanied by another marijuana joint that was kept dry by being place on an outside shelf by the shower, Duo melted under the hot river from the old, chrome shower head.

Moaning, his violet eyes fluttered open under the rivulets of water and gazed out the small window of his restroom. He gasped as his eyes made contact with blue, the blue eyes of Heero Yuy. Grabbing his towel and running out the bathroom, Duo sprinted from his cabin.

Rounding the side that his bathroom window faced, he found no one. Not a single person hiding about his cabin. Walking up the wooden steps of Cabin Weayaya, Duo peered inside. Though each bed had a lump within, he couldn't be sure that each bed was actually filled with a living, breathing body.

Sighing out of exhaustion, he determined that his mind had played a trick on him, and he walked leisurely back to his cabin, but Duo couldn't help but feel he was being watched, followed even.

/Fuck if that kid ain't more fucked up than me./ He thought as his pace hurried to his bunker. Slamming the door shut behind him, Duo puffed out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Falling asleep for the second night, the braided man pushed any thoughts of freaky, erotic boys from his mind.


TBC...R&R if you wouldn't mind.