Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC

Warnings: DATE RAPE

Betrayal

Trowa's birthday had been a drunken ball. Not literally a ball, just a few close friends and Catherine, whom traveled all the way from L3 to be with her brother on his self-appointed birthday. Quatre planned the surprise party, and supplied the booze that got everyone wasted - he had finally come around to the idea of consuming alcohol for fun. Heero in particular had hit the bottle hard. Such a friendly atmosphere, and good trust worthy people around, he let himself loose. By the end of the night, he kissed his girlfriend, Relena, goodnight and Duo took him home to his apartment.

Duo didn't mind, though he was drunk as well, and probably shouldn't have driven, but Heero only lived three blocks from his own place. Heero was definitely not driving anywhere, and though Quatre offered to supply them both with a paid taxi, Duo refused and offered to take their friend home with him.

Thanks to the alcohol, Heero had acted out of sorts in a good way. He was friendly, funny, smiling, and overall happy. His lowered inhibitions lowered even more as he drank more and more champagne. In the morning, he wouldn't remember leaving, or the ride to his apartment, just his worst unfathomable nightmare.

As Duo drove to Heero's apartment, he focused only on the road, making sure not to sway or swerve, but through alcohol induced vision he did deviate from his lane on more than one occasion. Heero passed out in the passenger's seat, and by the time they reached his place, Duo had to lug him up three flights of stairs to his door. Once inside, Duo plopped Heero down on his bed, the man still unconscious from his heavy drinking.

/I shouldn't leave him fully dressed./ thought the braided man. He had no ill intentions as he removed Heero's shoes and socks. Unbuttoning and removing the half Japanese mans green shirt, Duo marveled at the muscles revealed underneath, and shivered. The defined pecs and chisled abdomen constricted and relaxed with each breath. He stepped back from the bed and wondered if it would be appropriate to remove Heero's black slacks. He had never undressed his best friend like this. Sure he had done it in the midst of a battle, a mission, but only to attend a vital wound.

/He'll be more comfortable in his underwear./ he justified. Nimbly undoing Heero's pants, pushed the button through its constricting loop, unzipped the metalic zipper, he yanked them off by the ankles, and then Heero was fully, comatosely nude on the double size bed in front of him.

Duo gasped as his eyes grazed over Heero's naked body. The senseless man was made of tight, capable of being steel, taut muscles. He had graced even more at the approximate age of twenty-three into a beautiful man. His lean thighs twitched lightly under the cool bedroom air.

His mouth waters as his eyes linger on the still form of his best friend. Those former years of crushing and lusting after an unattainable comrade coming forth in his own drunkenness.

Before he can stop himself, Duo runs the back of his left index finger along the inside of Heero's tan thigh. The flesh goosebumps as Heero exhales a heavy sigh, lips parting in a wanton way. The immobile mans bare cock twitches in an excited state, and Duo finds himself in a horrible conundrum. His righteous mind tells him to stop as that evil, dark, inhuman side tells him to keep going. The side of himself that he's dubbed "Shinigami" tells him to touch his best, most loyal friend and Preventer partner, more.

Duo attempts to mentally fight off his inner demon, twisting his braid while his greatest temptation lies provocatively in front of his violet eyes. His dark side, the one that enjoys killing, loves the sight and smell of blood, and lusts after many things he knows he shouldn't do, can't have, wins. Duo runs the back of his knuckles against the prone mans testicles and half aroused penis, reveling in the softness of the exposed flesh.

Heero's thighs tense as he inhales sharply again which inadvertanly tightens the muscles of his torso into a more tempting state, his head lulls to his shoulder, unknown to the danger that's around his body. He dreams nothing in his blacked out state, only feels.

Duo allows his hand to cup, rub, and molest the genitals of his best friend until the man is fully aroused, moan softly, panting quietly, and twitching in his sleep.

Duo had thought his long crush and lust was long gone. At seventeen he had given up on the "perfect soldier" for a lover, and dated Hilde. She had demanded Duo not to see Heero for a while when he told her of his affection for the other man. They went four months without communication, much to Heero's dismay. He didn't know why, and Duo never told him the reasons behind his distance, but when Hilde got over the matter, he returned to Heero's life. And Duo believed his affection for the deep blue-eyed boy had been laid to rest. But it had been a lie. A huge lie he told to himself.

A year and a half ago, Duo and Hilde mutually broke up and the violet eyed man dated both men and women. He didn't even think of Heero in a sexual way anymore, or so he thought. Unfortunately for him, his endearment for zero one bridged both of his personalities, the demon and the loving joker, and when finally faced with the opportunity to physically touch his best friend, he caved. The demon won. The side of him that continually brought destruction - was paid for his destruction by the Preventers - breathed new vibrant life at the sight of the prone man laying before him.

Duo allows his hands to roam all over Heero until his own erection demands, begs for attention. He begins by stoking himself over his greatest fantasy, but all too soon he wants more. Pulling Heero's head to the edge of the bed by the scruff of his chocolate mane, he pries the unconscious mans mouth open with his thumb.

Rubbing the head of his hard cock against those soft lips he murmurs, "I'm sorry," and pushes into that luscious mouth. Thrusting slowly, and with only an inch or two in that magnificent mouth, Duo groans loudly. His mind races with the fact that he's orally fucking his partner while the man is unable to stop him, and that it feels goddamn amazing. Thrusting in a bit further, Heero chokes and coughs around him, teeth grazing his sensitive flesh.

/I can't do this to him!/ his good, virtuous mind supplies, but the darkness succeeded as he pulls out, lifts Heero under both arms and pushes him to lay on the bed completely. Legs no longer dangling off the edge, he pushes Heero's thighs open, the supple flesh complying with his wishes. Duo wets his fingers with saliva and pushes a digit into Heero's anus, and watches.

For a terrified moment, he thinks the half Japanese man might wake, his eyebrows pinch as his mouths opens to allow a soft whimper to escape. But those blue eyes never open. Feeling secure, Duo finger fucks Heero's virgin hole until he can push in another digit.

Scissoring his best friend, Duo watches Heero's face for any signs of coming to, but the victim hardly stirs. Adding a third finger, Duo continues his penetration while his other hand teases Heero's nipples, cock, and balls, purposefully keeping him aroused.

/I shouldn't be doing this! This is Heero for fucks sake!/ he argues with himself, but he can't stop. Not now. He's too far gone.

Pulling his digits from Heero's rectum, he debates on what to do next. Heero hasn't woken up, /maybe he won't if you fuck him/ Shinigami answers in his head. /No, I can't do that.../ Duo fights. /He may never know./

And before the sane part of his brain can rebut, the demon triumphs. He's slathered saliva on his dick and is pushing into that forbidden, illegal territory.

Heero's whole body tenses beneath him as he gives the other man no reprieve to deny him. Those blue eyes open, and for a second Duo believes he's done for. But all he can see are the whites of Heero's eyes before they close again. He submerges himself into his best friend with a violent shove and moans loudly. /Oh fuck, he feels so good./ both of his personalities tell him.

"I'm sorry!" Duo cries softly while his hips begin to thrust unforgivably, violently into the unconscious man beneath him.

Palms placed on the bed beside Heero's face, Duo thrusts, humps, and ravages the latent man under him.

Duo rarely lets his lips seek Heero's as he rapes him. He keeps close watch on the face of the man he loves, lusts after, as he continues his unforgivable deed.

The half japanese mans brow pinches and his mouth frowns. Heero's eyes flutter open as Duo persistently thrusts into his passage.

"Nnn, what's ... Going...on?" The half Japanese man mutters. The braided man says nothing as he buries his face in the crock of Heero's neck and shoulder, keeping up his hips brutal movement.

Heero awakes to a strange sensation in his extremities, and sees Duo above him, grunting. He feels the pain of insufficient lubricated penetration.

Suddenly, he understands what's happening to him and tries vainly to stop it.

"Duo! St-stop!" He cries, pushing Duo's shoulders.

/Run and hide, but never tell a lie./ Duo's mind tells him. But he's too far gone for that. "You wanted me to do this," he lies while pumping into the body under him.

"N-no, we ha-have to sto-op" Heero stammers, but his best friend keeps moving within him.

Duo covers Heero's mouth with his hand, "Shhh, it's okay!" He pleads, trying to convince Heero and himself.

Heero pushes at Duo's chest, and tries to kick him off. But this is his best friend! He doesn't want to hurt Duo, but he's hurting him.

Heero's whole body clenches, Duo delights in it as Heero whimpers behind his hand, "St-stop, you're hurting me!"

"We're almost done," Duo placates as he grasps the other mans dick and jerks him.

After futilely struggling and fighting, Heero comes reluctantly across his stomach, clenching around Duo's cock inside him. Squeezing his eyes shut, gasping, Heero feels the warm sensation of Duo ejaculating inside him. Clutching the flesh above him and the rope of braided hair, Heero grits his teeth as hot fluid fills him.

Heero half heartedly embraces Duo as he collapses on top of him, unsure of what just happened, he holds Duo, but there's something wrong beside the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend. How did they get here? Did he really ask for this? Does this mean he's gay? Does he want to be with Duo more than Relena? Something just didn't feel right...he'll have to check his security videos...

Duo pulls away from him, and out of him too suddenly for comfort. Heero checks the sheets for embarrassing spillage as Duo hikes up his pants.

Fully dressed, Duo turns to Heero. "I had fun tonight," he lies again and leaves the room. It is a lie, he didn't have fun. He just took advantage of the person he loved most. He leaves the apartment. Drives away. /What have I done?/ he asks himself.

Heero sits upright on his bed in utter disbelief as he watches the departure of his best friend. His body trembles, mind still fuzzy from all the alcohol, a sickening awareness fills his stomach.

Left feeling unsure, vulnerable, and depressed, Heero boots up his laptop. He has video surveillance in each room of his apartment. He'll find out what happened...

-Three Months Later-

All appeared fine on the surface between Heero and Duo. They interacted together in their group and at work when necessary, but their relationship was far from good. Duo didn't know that Heero had video cameras in his apartment, didn't know he had watched the footage of himself raping Heero, didn't know Heero's seething hatred from him. He believed that Heero had barely remember what happened when he woke up, and wasn't comfortable with it, which was why he was distant towards him.

Heero would only talk to Duo when someone else was around, and never looked him in the eye anymore. If he went to the blue-eyed man for something, Heero would ignore his presence, and Duo didn't have it in him to pester the other man for an answer like he used to.

Wrought with guilt, Duo went home every night on the verge of tears. He could only blame Heero's distances and cold demeanor on himself. Drowning himself in a bottle each night was his only fruitless effort to avoid the nightmares of that fateful night. He still hardly understood what came over him that night.

The others noticed the change between them. Saw Duo's charismatic personality dwindle, the life flickering lowly in his sad eyes. Observed Heero repress and reserve his emotions, expressions, until he was virtually the same person they had met at fifteen. They each asked about it, but never received a straight truthful answer. Quatre in particular could feel deeper emotions not displayed outright. He felt Heero's betrayal, anger, and grief. He sensed Duo's guilt, depression, and self loathing.

Relena also witnessed a dramatic change in Heero. They had only been dating for six months before Trowa's birthday, and over night the half Japanese man reverted to the enigmatic, lost boy he once was. Heero wouldn't open up to her, wouldn't touch her, wouldn't go out anymore. They fought all the time, or more, she fought as he just stared blankly at her. She couldn't handle it, she had too many responsibilities that required her attention. She left him.

Word spread fast of Heero's and Relena's failed relationship, lasting only nine months. When Duo heard about it, in a round about way, he knew it was his fault.

Mustering up all his courage, Duo went to seek Heero out on their lunch break. The stoic man never ate in the cafeteria with him, Trowa, or Wufei anymore. He stealthy stalked Heero to elevator, which the dark brown-haired man took all the way up, instead of down to the parking garage. Minutes later, Duo walked out onto the roof and found Heero sitting there facing away from him.

Heero sensed Duo's presence behind him, but refused to acknowledge the man. Clenching his fist, Heero closed his eyes and mentally willed Duo away.

"So...this is where you go for lunch, eh?" Duo asked chuckling nervously. "You ain't got any food," he pointed out.

Shuffling his feet, Duo gazed up at the sky, waiting for Heero to say something, knowing he wouldn't. "I heard about you and Relena...you wanna talk about it?"

Still Heero said nothing. Scratching the back of his neck beneath his braid, Duo continued rambling, "Kinda weird that we haven't had a mission together lately, huh?...I mean, my last mission with Fei shoulda been me and you. Ya know? Cuz it was more geared to our combined skills -"

"I requested to Une that we don't get assigned to the same missions anymore. You better hope we never get paired up ever again," Heero seethed in a low growl.

The blood in Duo's veins froze, body tensed, and his heart skipped a beat at Heero's threatening tone. "Whadya mean?"

Heero snorted. "You obviously don't know that I have had surveillance cameras in each room of my apartment since the end of the war."

Duo felt his heart and stomach plummet through the floor. "...oh."

Standing up and spinning around, Heero yelled, "Yeah! Oh! I fucking know what yo-you did to me!"

Duo stood stunned as Heero glared into him, the hate and disbelief shone clear in those dark blue eyes.

"I-I'm sor-"

Heero interjected, "Don't! Don't you dare say that to me! You've destroyed ev-everything!"

Duo reached out to grasp Heero. "Please, Heero let me -" a hard fist connected with his right cheekbone, sending him flying to the ground.

"No!" Heero bellowed. "You don't get to explain anything! You were the one...you were," Heero paused as a sob escaped his throat, eyes filling with tears. "You were the one I trusted most," the half Japanese man choked out.

Heero glared down at the man sprawled on the floor. "I hate you," Heero whispers viciously. "Watch your back...because I won't do it anymore."