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Warning: Contains inappropriate language, violent and descriptive images, Yaoi, adult situations, a bit of rape, and lemon. Not for small children. No romance here!

(~*~) And in the middle= flashback (*)= quick scene changes. Rated: Pg-17

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Cosmic Disturbance part 2: Homicidal Urges

Heero stayed quiet during the whole party, but he appeared to be having a good time. Afterwards the guests retreated to their complimentary rooms of Quatre's mansion. Duo stumbled to his room across from Quatre's with two females and a drink still enclosed in his hand. He had spiked the punch. Wufei and Trowa went to their room next to Quatre and Heero's so they would have all their friends close by.

Quatre was so happy that Heero was home that he ignored his partner's odd behavior and felt a little playful. Heero opened the door for him and Quatre danced in and threw himself on the bed. "Come on, Heart of the Universe, by my whipping boy and fr...isk me!" Quatre laughed as he waved his butt at him. Heero did smile at this and closed the door. Quatre had drunk a couple cups of punch, too. "Woo..." Quatre sighed as Heero came up to him between his legs. He pulled Quatre's leg over his thigh and leaned in. Quatre calmed down immediately and went up to meet his kiss. This time the kiss lasted and was slower. They wrestled tongues while Quatre unbuttoned Heero's shirt and Heero unzipped his pants. As they stopped with Heero's hands down Quatre's pants Heero had that creepy grin on his face again.

Heero suddenly yanked off Quatre's pants and dove on his stuff sucking wildly through the hole in his briefs. "Wait Heero," Quatre laughed. Heero finished quickly and went up to kiss Quatre again. They went into another make out session and Quatre pulled off his shirt. He was moving so hastily like an uncontrollable nymphomaniac. Heero then snatched off his underwear and running his hand along Quatre. The way he was moving wasn't very gentle or romantic it was actually making Quatre kind of uncomfortable. Heero finally let go and stopped kissing him so Quatre could catch his breath.

Quatre's sweat was ice cold and felt like needles in his skin. Heero pulled Quatre off the bed to his knees face level with his thing. Quatre knew instantly what he wanted and went to work slowly licking and sucking upon it. Heero's hand was beginning to twitch so he started to push Quatre's head in harder and faster. Quatre started to panic and slapping Heero's thigh and making noises. Heero released him and Quatre coughed and sputtered holding onto his throat.

"Heero you're hurting me." Quatre stared down at the floor and gave another cough that brought out tears. Heero bent down grabbing Quatre by his shoulders and held him up. Quatre's knees went weak as he saw that grin and the nothingness in his eyes as if it wasn't Heero and that thing that was Heero was going to do something bad. "Heero?" Quatre quivered then Heero smacked Quatre and flung him on the bed. He pinned Quatre down on his stomach and began thrusting himself into him. Quatre cried out in pain it was too rough for him to handle. "Heero stop, please stop!" He screamed between pushes.

*

Wufei rolled over and grunted, "I know they're gay, but must they do it so loudly?!" He pulled the sheets over his head at the sounds of Quatre's screams.

Trowa opened his eyes and listened. "Wait, something doesn't sound right..."

"Help me someone please! Heero stop!" The muffled sound came through the wall.

"Yeah, the sound of silence." Wufei grumbled with annoyance. Trowa stopped him before he could go any further complaining and sat up.

"No, I think he's serious." Trowa leapt out of bed in his boxers and went to the door. "Come on we have to check it out it doesn't sound right." He told his disgruntled partner as he rolled over to him.

Trowa left leaving Wufei there alone. "All right, all right, I'm coming, but he better be in real pain for me to get out of bed to watch them having sex." Trowa knocked on their door, but no response but Quatre's screams. He knocked again, but still the same.

"Sounds like someone's rocking the Kasbah." Duo appeared in his doorway to inspect the disturbance. One of the drunk women were rubbing on his chest from behind and kissing and smearing lipstick all over his neck. "Let them have a little fun there's nothing wrong with it. Heero has been gone for a whole month you know." He swayed in the door. Quatre screamed again; making Duo jumped. "You know I could be wrong, too."

"Heero please stop!" They heard Quatre yell again and moved closer to the door. Duo told his lady friends to stay inside as he yelled at the door. "Hey what's going on in there? Are you guys ok? Hey, open the door!"

Inside Heero wasn't letting up. Quatre just kept on crying. "I want your blood Quatre." Heero whispered in a heavy voice in his ear. Heero was really scaring him. Heero then took both hands wrapping them around Quatre's staff and giving it a hard squeeze. Quatre gave out a yell of a squeal as his fists turned white from gripping the sheets so tightly.

Wufei unfolded his arms from the thick robe and rolled his eyes. He reached over and opened the door. "I noticed that this place had barely any locks. Not too secure or safe if you ask me." The others walked into the room and halted. Heero on top of Quatre.

"Heero please stop." Quatre cried and sobbed into the bed sheets. Wufei and Duo grabbed a hold of Heero while Trowa snatched Quatre's robe and wrapped it around him. He rubbed Quatre's arms and tried to help him up. Quatre couldn't even look at Heero as he sobbed into Trowa's strongly built shoulder. Wufei held both his arms as Duo talked to him. Heero just kept on staring at Quatre as if there wasn't anyone there. Then he spotted something that made his mouth water. It was the falling of dark red blood dripping between Quatre's legs. It was so tantalizing he could almost smell it.

"Its ok I have another room to sleep in tonight. I'll be fine." He heard Quatre say to Trowa. Trowa gathered his cloths and walked him to the other room.

"Heero, man we all have urges and you were in space for a long time brother I know, but you just can't do this to him. He's sensitive and gentle he can't take the too rough stuff. When we had that fling sure I liked you pulling on my braid, but pounding Quatre won't make things fun." Duo chatted to him as Wufei listened in disgust. "Hey Wufei do you like it rough?"

Wufei's eyes shot open like plates. "That's a personal question you don't ask a warrior! It's none of your business, baka!" He screamed at the bisexual. Duo sneered at him then pulled up Heero's pants.

"Gotta keep that thing under control Heero you don't wanna become some sex maniac."

"Duo hurry up Tara's got me really hot!" One of the girls from Duo's room yelled. His face flushed a bright red as he said "gotta go" and ran out. Wufei rolled his eyes again and left the room, but stood guard by the door.

*

Trowa opened the door for Quatre to one of the rooms with a lock on the second floor. Quatre slid in sluggishly; gripping the soft robe around his shoulders. Trowa turned on all the lights and waited. Quatre stood there traumatized in silence. Trowa walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Quatre are you sure you'll be all right by yourself?" Trowa asked with concern in his voice. Quatre glanced back at him and nodded.

"I'll be fine..." He whispered as if he didn't believe it himself.

"I'm here for you if you need me." Trowa offered not wanting to leave him like this. Quatre turned to him and gave a faint smile. "Thank you Trowa," His big blue eyes had a glossy coat. Trowa nodded and left making certain the door was locked first.

Trowa walked back to Wufei who was leaning against the door. "So?" Wufei asked. "He'll be fine." Trowa said flatly and opened his hand to show a key. Wufei nodded and moved so Trowa could lock Heero's door.

"Do you think that will even delay him?" Wufei mocked. Trowa didn't answer, but walked back into their room.

Meanwhile Quatre stripped off the little clothing he had and turned on the shower. He stepped into the hot water and just stood there. The heat made his skin prickle with goose bumps. How could Heero do that to me? Why is he acting so strange, so different, so unlike him? Heero would never hurt me like that. Heero was always so calm, strong and gentle. He held me and comforted me. I felt that our souls had connected. We've been through so much and he swore he'd never lay a hand on me to hurt me. He'd kill himself first. Was it all a lie or clever ruse? No, that's not Heero, not Heero at all. He was so surreal yet intense at the same time. I remember when we went on our first date it was a sunny day out with a slight cool breeze. I had decided to take him out on a picnic in a grassy field where only the two of us would be. I packed so many kinds of food, because I didn't know what his favorite was. So naive. He was dressed in those blue jeans and black tank top. I swear his fashion would never change. He set out the red and white checkered tablecloth I had bought that morning. We sat down and unpacked the food. I fed him little things that most he approved of until it came to the sauerkraut.

Quatre laughed about this in the shower thinking of the ridiculous look he had made like he would throw up. Heero's face had squinted up and he spit into a napkin wiping his tongue of the sour taste. The day went on and soon he was relaxing in my lap and staring into my eyes. It was such a lovely day. He then signaled me down to him where he gave me the sweetest little kiss I had ever received. Sad to say it wasn't our first since he had that fling with Duo and I was with Trowa for a little while until he went on tour with the circus. It was the most perfect date I had ever been on. So serene and warm. I miss that. Listen to me speaking like he's dead. His body is here, but what about his heart and soul. They seem to be missing some how, but how? Is it I?

Quatre thought as he watched the water and streams of blood swirl down the drain. After a while of soaking he turned off the facet and walked into the room nude. He walked in front of the full-length gold Victorian mirror and stared at his body. He looked down at the bruises Heero had left and the deep red scratch marks engraved on his hips that had burned in the hot shower. Quatre put a hand to his cheek where a light yellow bruise had formed and left his eye a bit puffy. He didn't feel so handsome or beautiful anymore.

*

Heero woke early the next morning while Quatre slept in for once. Heero could sense others stirring and broke out of his room. He went down the carpeted stairs to the kitchen. I'm still hungry...

Down in the kitchen Heero spotted Trowa standing behind the counter drying off a cup and putting it away. Trowa saw him too, but didn't say a thing. "What is there to eat?" Heero asked in a very bland Heero voice.

Trowa stayed quiet for an awkward moment. "I made some eggs and pancakes if you want any. They're in the microwave." Trowa was making little eye contact with him. Heero nodded and walked around to the microwave. "You've changed Heero. It's scary." Heero walked over to the knife rack and thought. Up behind he walked up to Trowa and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Quatre is mine." He sucker punched Trowa in the nose, but he didn't show how much it hurt. Trowa didn't know what was going on. Heero hit him again and still Trowa refused to fight back. Heero then reached behind him to where the dishes were drying and snatched a hold of the frying pan. As Trowa lifted his head back up from the last punch he swung it around and smashed it into the side of Trowa's head. Trowa fell to the ground and didn't move as the bright red liquid splashed out of his head. Trowa then tried to stand up using the counter for lift. Heero smiled and dropped the pan. He went over to the knife rack and grabbed a big jagged steak knife. Trowa regained his senses in time enough to grab a hold of Heero's arm before he stabbed it into his chest. Trowa was finding it hard to hold off the skinnier and smaller man. Heero's arm shook from the pressure when Trowa broke his stab and punched him across the face.

Heero's head just set back up with that grin on his face. Heero swung at his face, missed, but pulled back close enough to slice Trowa's right cheek. Trowa kicked him in the gut and sent him flying backwards into the side door. Heero floated off the floor and walked over to the dizzy Trowa who could barely stand. The blow to his head was a handicap to his fighting. Heero followed his head along with Trowa's as he swayed. Trowa held onto his bleeding head that flowed like water from his wound and over his face. Trowa's hair was drenched in it. Trowa fell over on his shoulder and inhaled heavily. Heero stood his friend up straight and slit the left side of his throat just to see the blood. Trowa yelled in pain. The jagged teeth yanked at his flesh.

With Trowa now helpless Heero had his way. Heero hugged Trowa and kissed him on the cheek then jabbed the knife in his stomach. Trowa pulled up his eyes wide with shock and thick purple blood overflowing his mouth and drooling upon the floor. In his hands Trowa saw even more. Then Heero attacked again shanking Trowa over and over. Then he shoved it in and slashed down and across spilling his organs on the white linoleum floor like strawberry jam. They flopped and squished there as Trowa fell dead over them.

"Heero, it's good to see you. I have to inform you of-AAAHHH!!!!!!!!" Relena screamed as she unwittingly came into the situation. She immediately became hysterical screaming and panicking as Heero moved in closer to her his hands and body covered in Trowa's blood. "Heero how could you? Heero stay away from me! Heero you can't hurt me. Heero please stay away. I didn't see a thing." She yelped as Heero moved in closer and her wide open eyes moved from the body to Heero and his grin. "No!" He slashed at her and she ducted and ran over around the kitchen table. "Heero please stop this now!" He ran around the table after her then she tripped into a chair. Heero caught hold of her arm and slammed her against the wall. He began choking her when her hand felt the clock and smacked it into his head. He released her for a second and she ran to the door, but it was locked. "No, no how can this be locked. No, no please god help me!" She cried. "Someone HELP me!" She pounded on the door when Heero grabbed her and punched her in the face. Relena slammed on his toe and shoved him away.

She wouldn't give up without a fight. She ran over him to get away when he grabbed her ankle and she fell on Trowa's still warm and gory body. "AHHH!!" Heero pulled her over, stood still holding by her foot, and picked her up. "Heero please don't... I love you Heero please don't do this." She sobbed and begged him for her life. He could feel her shaking from deep inside. She feared death. Heero lifted her above his head and smiled then threw her through the first and second set of glass doors. Relena laid on the ground sliced up like up like a thanksgiving day turkey with a wooden pane through her side. Blood dripped from every cut that burned with the glass impaled inside her. Heero walked over to her and hovered over her. She made a little squeak from deep inside her throat as her eyes stared up at him. Her shinbone was snapped and exposed out of the skin.

Heero shook his head at her and put his foot to her throat. She tried to make another sound as he said. "I never loved you. I promised to kill you, Relena. O may karuso." He stepped down on her throat crushing her airways and suffocating her.

Heero then moved quickly to dispose of the evidence. He dragged the bodies to the side of the yard and dug a four-foot grave. He threw Trowa and Relena's mutilated bodies into the shallow grave and buried them. He then planted some seedlings in the freshly dug dirt. They'll make great fertilizer. Relena was full of shit. He dusted off his hands and grabbed a mop. He mopped the kitchen floor when he came across an organ. "What to do with this?" He thought aloud then went to the cupboard, wrapped it in foil, and placed it in the freezer. He hosed down the blood from the glass and swept up the rest. He would make up an excuse later when someone noticed.

*

Heero went back up to his room his thirst quenched to take a shower. He was covered in wet bloody mud. He turned on the shower and stepped in. He then heard the door creek and flung open the white shower curtain. Quatre stood on the other side with his hands clenched together and shivering like a chawawa in a snowstorm.

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you Heero I just-umm, I just wanted to talk... About last night." Quatre gazed back down at the floor. Heero could see how bad he had scared Quatre and felt a need to resolve it.

"Quatre," He reached his hand out to him and nodded. "Join me." Quatre could feel a nervousness and high rise inside him.

Heero knew now to be gentler. Some how he realized what he should've done and regretted it. There was still something left inside him. Plus Quatre looked so damn cute in his satin, dark blue shirt that tied around the waist from the 1800s design, creamy white caches, and pure silver bracelet. The whole outfit made him look like a beautiful faery prince. Quatre shed his cloths and joined him. They faced one another when Heero put his hand delicately to Quatre's bruised cheek.

"What have I done to you?" He looked on passionately at Quatre. He put his hand to his pulling his hand away. Quatre then stepped in closer and kissed him. All was forgiven. No apologies needed. Their love was amended once again as the dirt and blood was washed clean from Heero's skin.

*

Duo finally woke with a terrible hangover and found no relief in the medicine cabinet. He stumbled down the stairs to the same and closest kitchen. The natural light as he entered blinded him, but he could see the damage the kitchen had suffered. "What hit this place? Whoa, the doors are crushed. Yuck and the floor is wet." Duo complained as he went into the main area to scout for food. He sniffed around and went straight to the microwave. "This nose never lies." He pulled out the pancakes and eggs when he spotted the blood pan in the sink.

He stared at it for a second trying to figure it out. "If there's a bloody pan then where's the bacon or meat?" He looked around and all he could smell was the coppery scent of blood. "That's creepily weird." He glanced around the empty kitchen.

To Be Continued...

So my dears, what is going to happen next? The next chapter will be the last so we'll see the final judgment. Sadly people must die especially Relena Peacecraft or Dorlan or whatever that bitch calls herself. I dislike that character very much and actually wanted to put her in a belt sander face first. If Heero didn't become jealous cute Trowa wouldn't have died and neither would the others, whoops said too much already. When an artist is depressed her work is depressing. Guess my demented little mind wants to play. Well, it could've been worse. I'll be seeing you and the rest of my work is usual people friendly and humorous so watch out for that.