***WARNING ADULT CONTENT***

Ch. 2 Betrayed

A sly smile crossed Duo's features. Looking up from the ground, he realized for the first time where his feet had taken him. He stood in front of the old military junkyard. War vehicles scattered the grounds, missing various parts. There were a few Pisces and Cancers in there as well. A couple of Tallgeese prototypes mingled among the other machines, the important systems having been removed immediately after the war before scrapping the rest of the machine. With the war over, they were no longer necessary.

He held onto the chain link fence, resting his forehead on the oddly cool steel. How they could just toss them away without a care, Duo would never understand. He and Deathscythe had been inseparable, but that was probably out of necessity. Regardless, a piece of him had died when Deathscythe was obliterated with the other gundams. He missed the sleepless nights working on repairs, or sleeping in the cockpit, camouflaged in the jungle.

Things had been simpler then, kill or be killed. Until he had met up with the other pilots, all he had cared about was living to see the next day, to see the war end, the suffering stop. So much pain, the worst he had ever felt was when Oz had Deathscythe destroyed on planet and colony wide live screen had nearly killed him. He remembered screaming then, the loss of his only friend had been nearly unbearable.

He released the fence and pushed away, shaking off the horrible memories. That was then, life was different now, he had people he cared about and in return, cared for him. They weren't at war any more, finally giving all of them a chance to live life to the fullest.

Head cleared; he twisted his still damp hair into a knot at the base of his neck, the thickness making the heat seem worse than it really was. He walked back the way he came, thinking not of the past, but the future, trying to keep his mind focused on more positive thoughts. Upon entering his apartment he realized Trowa had left and there was no note. He located his phone in the bedroom and sent Trowa a short text, but there was no response. It didn't worry Duo in the least; Trowa was more than capable of handling any situation.

Realizing he was sticky with sweat from his walk, he took a quick shower before climbing into bed, lying on top of the sheets rather than under them. He pulled the remove off his night stand and turned on the stereo, allowing the rock music to lull him to sleep, his stresses forgotten.

The following morning, Duo headed straight to the shop, his mood much improved from the previous day. If he could repair the last few cars by lunch, he could leave early for the day, allowing more free time with Trowa. What he wouldn't give to spend the entire day with him. Since they had started their fling it had been nightly trysts, ending with Trowa returning to Quatre's mansion and he sleeping alone. With any luck, today would be different.

Tossing his braid over his shoulder, he set to work on the vehicle he had been working on the night before. Trowa had not arrived yet, but that was to be expected, Duo was an entire hour early. He wanted to enjoy the slight early morning coolness before the heat took over making the day miserably hot. By the time Trowa did arrive, Duo had finished the first vehicle and was finishing the second.

"Someone came in early." Trowa remarked kissing Duo on his way to the other end of the shop.

"I was hoping to finish early." Duo replied brushing his bangs out of his face with a grease covered hand.

"Hmm, that would be nice." Trowa shot him a sly grin as Duo returned to work.

They both enjoyed the silent company of each other. It had been like this even during the war, each pilot making their own repairs; tools and heavy machinery the only sounds Duo worked tirelessly all morning until he reached the last car. He would have it finished a little after noon. Letting a smile spread across his face, he set to work with renewed vigor despite the heat. He could hear Trowa working idly behind him, continuing on a more long term vehicle. Trowa practically had to rebuild the thing from the ground up, but at least he was finally making headway. Problem after problem had cropped up in the beginning but under Trowa's expert hands, the machine began to take shape and run, to some degree. There was still a lot of work.

Duo sighed, content. Nothing felt better than working with a fellow pilot; it brought a measure of peace to his currently scattered world. And there was always the cars the one truly reliable thing in his life; there were always vehicles in need of repaid. With that thought he set to work with renewed vigor. He was determined to spend some much needed time with his companion. Less than an hour later, he was finished. Pressing his hands into his lower back as he stood, bones cracking as they realigned.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to head out." Duo stated as he tossed his tools on the work bench and took a seat on the stool. He watched as Trowa rolled out from beneath the car, face smeared with grease.

"I agree. Not much more I can do today without that part." He stood slowly, stretching his lanky body.

Duo admired the cat like quality in Trowa's always fluid and graceful movements. He couldn't wait to have it under his hands, feel their bodies pushed close together, their lips…

"Duo?"

The questioning tone in Trowa's voice pulled him from his dirty fantasy. "Yeah?" he answered quickly, unsure of how long he had been locked in his own thoughts.

"Daydream?" Trowa inquired.

"Fantasy." He grinned.

"I hope it was dirty." Trowa responded as he put his tools away.

"Very, let's get out of here so we can make it reality." A Cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face.

Duo cleaned up what fluids were on the floor while Trowa closed the bays and locked the front door. They met up at their usual lamp post before making their trek to the apartment. The walk was unusually quiet and it took a moment before he realized Trowa's phone wasn't going off. He had become so accustomed to hearing it that there was an awkward silence without it. He didn't dare broach the subject, he was not at all sure he would like the answer. Horrible thoughts began to crowd his head as the silence stretched on, but all thoughts disappeared as soon as they entered his apartment.

Trowa shut the door behind him before pinning him to it, kissing him breathless. Duo stood like a deer in headlights as his lover literally tore the shirt from his body and discarded it haphazardly as he dragged Duo towards him, tugging his braid to entire his head to tip back, exposing the soft creamy skin of his neck.

Duo moaned in satisfaction as he clawed at Trowa's clothes, desperate to be skin to skin. He tore at them vehemently as Trowa ravaged his mouth. Duo returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm as he explored bellow Trowa's pants, thrilled to find he had gone commando. Gently, he fought past the dense curls to Trowa's erection, stroking slowly, enjoying how Trowa's body responded beneath his hands. His free hand made quick work of the button and zipper, exposing Trowa's body in all its naked glory.

Trowa followed suit, relieving him of his pants in record time. Once free, Duo pushed Trowa back into the bedroom and onto the bed, Trowa flawlessly pulling the lube from the beside stand as they fell. Duo ran his hands over Trowa's erection while Trowa dripped lube over his hands. Duo couldn't wait to feel him inside; the pure ecstasy would be heaven. When he was sure Trowa was ready, Duo gently lowered himself down, finding pleasure in the briefest moment of pain upon penetration. Trowa moved slowly, always the gentle lover. Once settled into a steady rhythm, Duo pulled his hair free of its braid, allowing it to brush against Trowa's thighs in feather-light strokes. The tightening of Trowa's abdomen told Duo everything. He moved in ever increasing strokes, enjoying the look on his lovers face.

Without warning, Trowa rolled them over then grabbed him by his hips and held him still. Duo reveled in the feel of Trowa's fingers biting into his hips as he brought their rhythm to a fevered pitch! He could feel his orgasm building and cried out when Trowa grasped his erection and stroked at the same speed. Duo cried out as his orgasm rocked through his body, Trowa following immediately after.

He didn't care that he was covered in grease, sweat and a combination of both their fluids. It didn't matter that his favorite shirt lay in shreds on the floor and his bed was filthy. All that mattered was this one moment of ecstasy, where he and Trowa could lay in each other's arms, and for a short time, Duo could pretend the world was perfect. But Trowa didn't lie down next to him like he usually did. He pulled away and left the room to return with their pants. Duo's stomach plummeted as Trowa tossed his pants on the bed. This was not what he had expected. Hesitantly, he pulled his pants on and stood on the opposite side of the bed.

"Quatre and I are back together." Trowa stated frankly.

"What?" Duo was breathless, his worst feel come to life.

"We're back together." No emotion, no feeling, it was so Heero like! Duo was instantly angry.

"Then what the hell was this?" he demanded motioning towards the bed.

"I needed to feel you body, remember what he had."

"You...used…me?" He emphasized each word.

"Duo, don't do this, we agreed…

Duo cut him off. "Get out!" He ordered suddenly feeling a dirty that had nothing to do with the grease on his skin.

"Duo, please…"Trowa begged taking a step forward.

"OUT!" he yelled, pointing furiously towards the door.

Trowa's didn't argue, but respected his command and left without another word.