I Hurt Too

Chapter One

Heero brought the drink to his lips; the bitter-sweet taste of whiskey hit his tongue as he swallowed his 5th drink of the night. He had done many things in the war that he wasn't proud of, many he didn't want to relive even though he was forced to night after night. He sighed, his worst mistake was Duo. He had finally let someone close…and it had shattered the fragile human being that hid behind his façade. He remembered the night well, it was during Operation Meteor II; they had been hiding in a safe house on L1, it had been so very cold, and so sinfully right.

"Damn it's cold." Duo said, his teeth chattering.
"Hm." Was Heero's response, though he knew that Duo wasn't actually looking for a response, just a confirmation that someone was listening. While Heero sat on the tattered couch that the cabin held, Duo searched the safe house for something warm. Within minutes Duo had lit a blazing fire, along with finding the remains of a sad excuse for a blanket. Duo plopped onto the couch next to Heero. "Cold?" he asked.

Heero said nothing staring quietly into the fire. Duo shrugged and wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders; while resting his head on Heero's shoulder. "This is nice, huh? I mean yah it's a broken old cabin but you know at least we're breathing."

Heero glanced over at the American pilot who, might he add, DARED to invade his space; but remained silent. It didn't seem to faze Duo at all; he merely smiled and moved closer. Out of all of the pilots Duo confused him the most. He seemed so happy despite the horror's he lived daily not seemingly affected by it. Though if you stared long enough into his eyes you could see how every day seemed to chip a little bit of his soul away. Heero was unsure of what would happen when there was nothing left to be whittled away. The boy was strong but was that enough? Heero brought his attention back to the fire in front of him, cold night indeed. Silence reigned for a while, before Duo sat up. Heero glanced over, "Heero…." Heero raised a brow, "there are times I feel so alone you know? I mean, I feel like I am fighting for a dream that is slowly turning into a nightmare. I don't know if it's even worth it anymore. I just want…" Duo's voiced trailed into silence.

Heero was unsure of how to respond, he wasn't used to serious Duo, only the happy-go-lucky one; but he was intrigued. Duo turned to him, his eyes shining in the firelight; he slowly brought his face close to Heero's. Their lips clashed messily at first. Heero unsure of what was really going on, and Duo so concerned with the warmth that seemed to flood him from the simple touch, it left him craving so much more. Duo pulled Heero closer to him, gripping the front of his tank top in a death grip. His tongue teased Heero's lips, begging for more. Heero's lips parted in mere the confusion of feeling. Duo climbed onto Heero's lap, pinning him to the couch. Heero's mind was reeling, he was unsure of what Duo was doing, the sensations were entirely new to him. No one had ever dared to touch him let alone KISS him. Duo's hands began to roam in a frantic manner, tearing at his clothing. It was all a blur, before Heero really knew what had happened he was on the floor bare, his hands bound above his head. Duo was teasing every inch of the tan skin that lay before him, not wanting to leave any of it untouched. His left hand teased one nipple while Duo's mouth sucked and nibbled at the other. Heero moaned, his brain uncomprehending what was really about to happen.

Duo ran his hands down the small Asian's torso, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Heero shuttered, as hands ghosted his hips and thighs, his member throbbing between his legs. Duo licked a trail to his navel, dipping his tongue inside, before continuing his journey downward. The taste was something that Duo couldn't quite put his finger on, a mix between metal, gun powder, and sweat. Duo looked up at Heero's hazy face, his cheeks were flushed, mouth open slightly as he panted; his lips a cherry red. Duo pulled Heero's legs apart before licking the entrance hidden there. Heero arched, almost violently, a loud moan leaving his mouth. Duo smiled before forcing his tongue into the tight cavern.

Duo pulled back and positioned himself, his mind to far gone to really think his actions thru. He thrust to the hilt. Heero let out a scream, his unprepared body arching in pain at the sudden intrusion. Duo paused to take a breath, his hips beginning a steady rhythm in and out of Heero's virgin body. Heero gritted his teeth, unused to the pain that he was feeling. The pain soon turned into a pleasurable one, Duo thrust and hit his prostate. Heero let out a yell arching. He began to shift his hips into Duo.

The moment of passion was soon over. The two were left panting on the old floor boards. Duo sat up, pulling out of Heero. He got up, gathered his clothing and wandered off to find a room for the night. Heero was left panting naked on the floor, his hands still bound, wrists bleeding slightly from the tight rope; he broke the bonds and sat up. Heero could only wander what he had just allowed to happen.

Heero took another swig of his drink. It wasn't really the fact that they had fucked that had bothered him. After that night they had done it after every exceptionally hard mission, Duo never stayed afterward, Heero just assumed that that's how it worked. Not long after the Mariemaia incident Duo and Hilde began to date and not long after that they moved in together. Heero was confused at first; he then finally gotten up the courage to question Duo. He merely responded that there was nothing between them. It was just sex, and he had a life to live. Heero left shortly after that, he couldn't see Duo with her anymore.

He had been traveling since then, seeing what the Earth had to offer. Heero glanced out the window; the sun had set on the Aegean Sea. He placed his now empty glass onto the table, grabbing his jacket he walked into the darkening streets. He was, at the moment, staying in what thousands of years ago was the thriving city of Volos, Greece. The city had been destroyed by a tsunami long ago; the ruins had become a tourist location until the wars had come. Now they were deserted as people tried to pick up the pieces of the life the war had left behind. Heero was enjoying himself, the city was beautiful, the sea even more so. He knew that he would have to leave soon, if he didn't want to be found.

Heero wasn't just running from Duo and the other pilots. Dr. J had contacted him not long before he had left Paris. He wanted Heero to come back to the lab, to do some work with the perfect soldier program. Heero walked out to the pier, he closed his eyes the wind blowing salty air at him. The freedom he was experiencing he knew was going to be short lived but he wanted it to last. J never let what he wanted escape. The other pilots thought of him as some invincible soldier when it was so far from the truth. He was nothing more than a fucked up teenager, who knew nothing more than the murderous world than he had been raised in. He wanted to live his life free, not in a cage. Looking out at the ocean, the breeze blowing through his hair, he muttered five words, "I belong to no one."

Okay people, I decided to stop here merely for a criticism point. I have a basic idea of what's going down in this story. BUT I do appreciate suggestions. ^_^ SO, you should review and tell me what you think.

-Kenichi