FYI: I am trying to make this fic as dark as possible. Show all the ugly sides of humanity.
Warnings (for this chapter): masturbation, vague description of more taboo BDSM experiences (ones I have not seen written about, if you can find it, I hope it doesn't gross you out too much. Was also mentioned in chapter 1), psychopathic tendencies (i.e. vicious attacking other people and animals). Molestation, between 1xnoventa.
Author's Notes: I previously stated Jay was Heero's father in the last chapter. I changed that to Odin. Jay will be used elsewhere.
Camp Bleska
Chapter 4
Standing outside the Nurses station, Duo waited impatiently to find out if Hilde was okay. When she didn't come out in the morning her campers became concerned, and they sent one girl in to check on her. Upon walking into the bathroom, the girl found her camp counselor on the floor of the bathroom encased in a purple towel. The girl leaned over her counselor and shook her shoulder, she seemed to be asleep, but she didn't wake up. Hilde groaned softly and turned her head, and that's when the girl saw a small amount of blood on the tile floor.
By the time Sally got to her, she was waking up. The nurse helped her dress and escorted the counselor to her office. Checking her skull, Sally found an abrasion hiding beneath Hilde's short dark hair. She couldn't remember anything after getting out of the shower stall, so she assumed she slipped and fell, cracking her head in the process and giving herself a slight concussion. Walking slowly out of the Nurses station, Hilde soothed Duo's nerves, claiming she was alright, and went to rest in her cabin.
Not feeling much like eating, Duo entered the mess hall and sat at his table, chatted with Wufei, Milliardo, and the other camp counselors. Through the mild conversation, apprehension chewed at the violet eyed mans nerves causing him to bounce his left knee, and bite his fingernails. Glancing about the hall, his eyes landed on Heero who sat beside Relena and ate his meal nonchalantly. The boy looked him dead in the eye for the briefest of moments before gazing back at his own food. In those split seconds, Duo saw something akin to acknowledgement, and admission to something. Somehow he was involved with Hilde's "accident", and he was going to find out just what the little callous monster did.
After breakfast it was announced that the kids were being given a "free day" to which they could either swim in the lake, hang around the campsite, or make art's and crafts at an outdoor table. Duo was more than glad to play lifeguard with Milliardo and Wufei than having to actually do something with the kids. He went back to his cabin to change into swim trunks and leave his gold cross necklace - the one he wore all the time which had been gifted to him by his mother as a birthday present a few months before her death - on the dresser to the right of his record player. Flipping the cross over, his fingers trailed over the engraving on the back of the cross. It was a cursive inscription of his name, just Duo, in elegant flowing letters. It was his most prized possession, he'd rather chop off his braid before loosing or giving it away.
Out at the shoreline, Heero sat on a green towel placed next to Relena's. She and her two blond friends and the brunette girl, Anne, wanted to sunbathe and get a tan. Scoffing at the idea, Heero walked into the cool water. Wading at chest level, Heero looked around to the other kids splashing and playing in the water. A sense of forlorn made him duck his head under the water. Why couldn't he be like them? Despite all that had happened to him, why couldn't he be carelessly happy for one day, one hour, one goddamn minute? Why did he have to be so angry, so wrong? That's all he ever felt, wrong, bad. Hatred boiled his blood as he kept himself sitting under the water's surface. Hostility for the kids he couldn't be like, abhorrence of their lack of knowledge of what pain is, and how dark and hurtful life can really be kept him seething under the water.
Kicking against the sandy bottom, Heero jutted up out of the water and inhaled a deep breath of air. Swimming around the dock, Heero segregated himself from the others by hiding on the side no one was playing on. He had to get rid of his frustrations, and the best way he knew to do that was to fondle himself. In his studies, he had learned that children of abuse often took part in excessive masturbation, occasionally at inappropriate times, which only made him feel justified in doing so whenever, wherever he pleased. Plus, it was a good way to release his discontentment.
Duo spied Heero's dark moppy head as he swam to the end of the dock and disappeared around the edge. Taking in his surroundings, Duo asked Wufei to cover his post and left the beach to walk along the dock. Treading lightly, he made sure his steps made no sound as he made his way to the end of the wooden dock. As he approached the submerged boy, the braided man noticed the teen was holding onto the dock with one hand, and the other was under the water, his shoulder twitching back and forth indicating to Duo just what the boy was doing. He almost wanted to laugh, thinking back to when he had been in grade school. Most times he asked to use the restroom was so he could jerk off. He understood the compulsion.
Quietly kneeling by the immersed teen, Duo glanced back at the shore and the kids in the water. Wufei and Milliardo were engaged in some kind of debate, and all the splashing kids paid him no attention. Reaching his hand out, he sunk his fingers into dark brown hair, and shoved the boy's head underwater. Stunned, Heero flung both hands up to grasp around the wrist that held him down, kicking furiously under the water. The hand tugged on his hair, bringing him up painfully to the surface.
Tilting his head up, Heero fully expected to see Muller as his attacker, but his eyes widened seeing violet eyes glare down at him.
"What did you do to her?" Duo asked the boy coldly.
Smirking smugly, Heero denied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Snarling, Duo shoved the blue-eyed devil's head back under water. This time, Heero didn't struggle, just waited Duo out, opting that he would do no real harm. The braided man held the kids head down for almost a full minute before lugging him back up.
"Tell me what you did," he demanded.
"Nothing," Heero coughed.
Growling, Duo untangled his fingers from the boys wet hair, and marched back across the deck. Obviously threatening Heero out in the open didn't scare him, the kid knew he couldn't hurt him, not like this. Maybe he should inflict is own special brand of punishment. Lure the boy into the forest at night under the guise of giving him what he wants. Tie him with torn bed sheets by the wrist to a branch that could hold his weight. Whip him with a twig or his black leather belt until he confessed what he had done. /No.../ Duo fought himself. Just thinking about that scenario was making him aroused. If he strung the boy up, made him whimper and cry in pain, then he'd surely take him and have his wicked way with the supple teen. Hell, he'd been fighting with himself not to get hard just drowning the fucker.
Resting his arms on the dock, chin positioned on his folded limbs, Heero watched Duo's back as he walked away. Slightly miffed that he had been interrupted, but he was more antagonized by the way Duo seemed so concerned for Hilde. What was so special about her? She was fine now anyways, watching over the kids at the arts and crafts table with another female counselor. Swimming back around, Heero exited the water and wrapped himself in his green towel by Relena.
Bored with laying in the sun, the young blond turned to her newest friend and asked, "You wanna go walk around?"
Blinking his blue eyes rapidly, Heero nodded, pleased to get away from her friends. He liked Sylvia just fine, she was a nice quiet girl, but Dorothy was a loud mouth bitch who liked to push his buttons. So he followed Relena's lead to the forests edge, green towel drapped around his shoulders. He watched the sway of her feminine hips, buttocks covered by a red bathing suit with yellow polka dots. She turned to smile at him, twisting her upper body to see him, golden hair swinging through the breeze, the sunlight haloed around her form. Heero caught a glimpse of her chest, covered in the same design as her bottoms, and he wondered. What was it like to touch a girl? Did he want to? Their bodies were so different, he had seen text-book illustrations of the vagina, but never in person. Would she show him if he asked nicely? Did he want to see hers? She looked so much like Marino, it would be too incestuous. But wasn't sex with his father the same thing?
Shaking the confusing feelings from his mind with violent swings of his head, Heero placed all those kinds of thoughts as far away as he could. He couldn't, wouldn't ask her to expose herself like, she was too kind, too innocent to understand his curiosity.
Plopping to the ground, Relena pulled softly on Heero's wrist to sit beside her. She liked that he was quiet, she didn't need to talk to make their friendship grow, it was just there. Small white flowers littered the ground they sat upon. Plucking them, Relena showed Heero how to twine their stems together and make a ring of flowers. Finishing her ring, she placed the halo of flowers on Heero's head, where it sat atop his messy dark brown hair. Finishing his own flower ringlet, Heero tied it around her pale neck.
After that, Relena began to tell him about her parents, friends, and school. She asked about his life, and what he liked to do, and who was his best friend.
"I don't have one," he admitted, eyes cast to the ground.
Running her hand through his hair, adjusting his flowerband, she proclaimed, "I'll be your best friend."
Giving her a sad smile, Relena felt the despondency waft off him in tangible waves. What made him such a sad boy? Changing the subject, Relena continued, "Did you know my brother is one of the counselors here?" His breath caught in his throat, and his blue eyes widened. It couldn't be - "My brother Milliardo, the guy with the long blond hair," she pointed out, and Heero's tension relaxed. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Shrugging, Heero disclosed, "I had a sister."
"Had?" The young girl questioned. "What happened to her?"
"She died."
"Oh," she droned, disposition fading from her usual cheeriness. "How'd she die?" she asked out of ignorance, not realizing that the subject might be too sensitive to speak about.
"Drowned," was all Heero said as he stood up, and walked away.
Relena's light blue eyes followed the mystifying boy as he briskly walked to Cabin Weayaya and vanish inside. Looking down at her hands, which were lugged into the dirt by the nails, she tried not to cry for her friend. Jumping up, she ran after him, to apologize at least.
Duo, whom had hid among the trees when he saw Milliardo's sister meander off with demonic boy, heard their who conversation. Remorse tormented his senses. Fuck, he had falsely tried to drown the kid when his own sister had drowned. /He may have done it.../ A voice murmured in the back of his mind, but he kicked that thought to the curb when recalling the sadden tone Heero used when he spoke of his sibling. Sure, he could have faked the grief, but something told him otherwise.
Sitting on splintered old wood floors, Heero leaned against his bed and pulled out the battered teddy bear. Clutching the fuzzy thing close, Heero drew his knees up to his chest, curling himself to be as physically small as he felt.
Loud footsteps pounded on the stairs and porch of his cabin. The blue-eyed beauty almost hid the bear back under his bed, but decided he didn't care who it was, and pulled himself in more securely.
"Heero..." he heard Relena's voice call out his name, making him relax a little. The door squeaked open, followed by the soft echo of her footfalls. Relena knew she wasn't suppose to go into any of the boys' cabins, but Heero needed her. Finding the somber boy folded up on the floor, she sat beside him. Pulling her own legs up to her humble breasts, Relena asked what he held in his grasp.
Unfurling his appendages, legs falling lax to the floor, Heero exposed the stuffed bear he clung to. "It was my sisters," he conceded in a low voice.
"It's very cute," she replied, running her fingertips over the soft and crusty charred edged circumference of the bears head. They sat quietly for long time, long enough for the lunch bell to ring. They left his cabin together.
Examining from a far, Duo kept his gaze posted on the boy who appeared more withdrawn than normal. As his only friend was consumed by her other companions, Heero pulled away and sat close to the edge of the table, barely touching his food. Duo surveyed the way Heero pushed his meatloaf and green beans about his plate, only nibbling on the green vegetable. Those radiant sapphire blues no longer held an uninhabited gaze, but spoke volumes of sorrow and heartache. Duo could feel his heart slide slowly into his stomach, he wanted to reach out the boy who's kindred soul mirrored his own. But how could he do that when any attention he gave the boy would be misconstrued? Blurred lines would only encourage the boy to seek him out in improper ways.
After the meal, the campers went back to their previous activities. Heero again wandered off by himself. Sneaking back to Hilde's cabin, the teen retrieved the tire iron. As he walked, wielding the metal in his grasp, his blue eyes spotted a small amount of blood at the curve of the long stem. Wiping the blood off on his shorts, Heero gently laid the tire iron back in the bed of the truck he'd plucked it from. Pacing around the vehicle, fingers grazing along the rusted red paint, Heero admired the 1952 Chevrolet. The truck had seen a lot of long hard days, and it showed; chipping paint, rusted side mirrors, missing hinge on the passenger side door.
Peering through the dirty window, Heero spied personal artifacts of the owner. Books, discarded papers thrown about in crunched balls, empty bottles of alcohol left on the floor. Opening the driver's door, Heero jumped in the truck and laughed at Duo for not locking his vehicle. Blue eyes grazed over the glove compartment, and some invisible force drew his hand to it. At first it didn't budge, but Heero jimmied it open. The compartment falling open, a hand full of Polaroids spilled to the floor, falling over the garbage and under the seat. Photographs of men and woman tied up in intolerable positions graced Heero. Some in various states of undress, in other photos no face could be seen, just bodies tied with ropes and other bondage material. A lot of them with red markings that looked to be caused by a whip. In a few photos, cum splattered along many of the people in the photo, and some other liquid Heero assumed was water - though far from water it was. A handful of different bodies and faces stared back at Heero, all of them beautiful in their own way. Though the state of torture sent a fright down the boys spine, his curiosity in the braided man increased ten fold.
Through all the pictures, there was only one of Duo himself. His chestnut hair was unbound, arms extended over his head disappearing out of the image, a black tie tied around his head, sealing his mouth. To Heero's dismay, the photograph ended just above the nipple. The man's violet eyes stared dead into the camera lens, gazing out onto the viewer. Those amethyst orbs twinkled with mischief and a come hither look. Heero wanted to see that leer fixated on him. Stuffing all the photographs back in the glove box, Heero tucked the picture of Duo into the waist band of his shorts.
Jumping out of the truck, a thought raced through Heero's mind. /If he likes pictures so much, he must like the one I left him...maybe I should leave another.../
With the intention of caring out his thought and turning it into action, the dark brown-haired teen scampered to his counselors cabin door. Voices inside made him stop short. He could hear Muller and the other two, Trant and Thaddeus. They were doing something in Duo's cabin, but he left quickly. He'd find out later what those three were up to.
Running to his own cabin, the troublesome boy hid his new treasure in his pillowcase. A second later he took it back out and sought refuge in a shower stall to pleasure himself to the photo. Kneeling on the tile floor, Heero yanked his shorts down and fisted his cock strenuously. Placing the image on the floor between his bent knees, Heero added a saliva slickened finger to his rectum. He had discovered the pleasures of that special gland on his own, not at the hands of his father who never gave him any kind of preparation before penetration. After he aged out of his father's tastes, the boy was given the opportunity to figure out what real sexual pleasure was, though at his own hands.
Messaging his prostate and teasing his dick with a tightened fist, Heero brought himself to climax. Half of his ejaculate rained down on the image of the braided man, covering his photographed face with milky bodily fluids. Trembling - the orgasm had been better than he'd had in a long time - Heero cleaned off the photograph on Muller's red towel. As he placed the picture back in his pillow case, the brown-haired teen wondered what that fuckhead Muller was doing in Duo's cabin.
Outside, Relena was dealing with Dorothy berating her for her innocent crush on the weird boy. Yes, she liked him. Just knowing the boy for five days and she had developed a little crush on him, but she had no idea how to go about telling him, or if she even wanted to. Heero had displayed no interest in her like that, and she didn't want to ruin their new friendship.
"You should just kiss him and get it over with!" Dorothy teased.
"Leave her alone," Sylvia pleaded. She was getting sick and tired of the teasing. Dorothy could be so mean when she wanted to.
"Well, you wanna kiss 'im, don't cha?" Dorothy continued, ignoring the shy Noventa girl.
Relena blushed in response, and tired to reframe from lashing out at Dorothy. Sometimes she wonder why they were friends at all. The three of them came from wealthy, high standing families that were friends. She was pretty sure that was their only connection for she never really like the Catalonia's anyways.
"Come on! You can tell me. I won't tell anyone," Dorothy promised.
"Yeah! I want to kiss him, but I'm not gonna!" Relena replied angrily. The young Peacecraft girl had never been kissed, and she wasn't about to just walk straight up to Heero and plant one on him.
A few yards away, Duo and Wufei listened to the girls conversation, smirking.
"I remember my first kiss," Wufei told the violet eyed man beside him. "I was so scared I thought I was going to pee my pants."
"Yeah," Duo chuckled. He was sure the Chinese man wanted him to tell his own story, but Duo's first kiss had stolen from him. Taken from him by a "father" who cornered him in a dirty kitchen, and then proceeded to molest him. He'd been maybe nine or ten. The first kiss he gave was in high school to his first girlfriend, but they didn't last long in a relationship.
"You got anybody back home?" Wufei asked.
Duo answered honestly, "Naw, no girl waiting for me there."
"What about..." Wufei tried to approach the taboo topic gently. "What about a guy?" He hoped desperately that he wasn't offending the other man. His unconventional appearance insinuated he may be gay, which was more than frowned upon in 1964.
"Uh..." Duo stammered, "N-no, no guy either." He eyed the Chinese man from the corner of his eye, waiting to see his reaction. Most people didn't react well to a bisexual person. Oh sure, it was hot when two girls hooked up - as long as they weren't real lesbians - but a man enjoying the sexual company of both genders was fairly unheard of.
Looking down at the sand in front of his brown eyes, Wufei questioned, "Are you gay? I mean, if you don't want to tell me I understand, but I also don't care if you are."
"No, I'm not gay," Duo admitted, "I like both girls and guys. I've dated both."
Wufei nodded his head, and let the subject drop since his curiosity had been answered. Besides, the beautiful Nurse, Sally, came out to have fun and swim with the kids. Her ample breast bounced happily, almost defying gravity, as she swayed over to the shoreline, placing Wufei under a trance as she moved.
Neither of them noticed the disappearance of Muller, Trant, and Thaddeus. Though the braided man couldn't find Heero's face anywhere, he assumed the kid was hiding off some place out of trouble, hopefully.
Muller and his two side kicks mucked around in the forest just beyond all the counselors view. They laughed as the rifled through the few stolen goods they had lifted from their counselors cabin. Muller had taken the gold cross by the record player, Trant had stolen some of the weed he found in a baggie - he knew what it was since his older brother had shown him what pot what a few months ago - and Thad took an old Elvis Presley album from the mans record collection. His family was a big Elvis fan and he was excited to have a record of his own, regardless of how he got it, though he did feel a little guilty for he had more of a conscious than the other two.
Heero found his way back to Relena, and persuaded her to go swimming with him so they could be away from the ever aggravating Dorothy. Sylvia joined them, also wanting to get away from their jerk of a friend.
Relena latched her thin pale arms around the boys neck as he swam leisurely through the water. Floating on his back, Relena tested her boundaries with Heero by stroking her index finger along the pulsing vein in his neck. He didn't react. In fact, he had no clue what she was doing, he was simply enjoying being in her company since she made him feel warm. Not the bodily warmth of swimming through chilled water, but she warmed his soul in a way his sister had. Heero had loved his baby sister dearly, wanted to protect her and play big brother to his sibling. But that had been stomped out before she even reached the age of three.
Sylvia swam beside them, watching Relena try vainly to decipher Heero's feelings for her. She didn't think the boy would respond to her friend and wasn't at all surprised when he didn't. There was something strange about this boy, something unnerving but underneath that was something kind. Though she would only experience his evil demeanor.
Heero noticed Sylvia's appraising of him, without knowing what she was wanting to know he presumed the Noventa girl didn't understand him. But that wasn't new, no one understood him.
The three of them swam about, not doing much of anything, and Relena and her friend carried on most of the conversation. Eventually, Relena became discouraged in her attempts to discover if Heero had any feelings for her. Swimming to the shore, she left Sylvia, her friend, in the company of derranged boy whom hardly knew the boundaries of right and wrong.
Coaxing the Noventa girl to swim after him, Heero led the girl to the vacant side of the deck. Once he got her alone and out of sight, Heero snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight. "Don't scream," he ordered her.
Shaking against the strong teen, she whimpered, "What are you doing?"
"I just want to see," he confided as he pulled her bathing suit top up. She froze as the boy yanked the top of her suit up to her neck. Fondling her breast, tweaking her pink nipples, Heero wondered what the other boys found so exciting about boobs. Continuing his unconcented groping, Heero decided he wanted to see or feel more.
Shoving his hand down under the water and into her bottoms, Heero felt the soft folds of her vagina without penetrating her.
"I don't understand," He stated.
By now Sylvia was weeping quietly, afraid of the boy touching her. "What don't you understand?" she sobbed.
"Why boys like this," he answered, trailing two fingers between the folds of her labia.
Shaking, she responded, "I don't either." And she didn't. She had no understanding of sexual desire and she wouldn't for a long, long time after this experience.
Removing his hand, and pulling down her top to cover her modesty, Heero threatened, "If you tell Relena about this, I will, I swear to God I will hurt you," he threatened, shoving his hand back between her legs, "I will hurt you here."
The Noventa girl sobbed pathetically, but Heero was sure she'd keep her mouth shut. His empty eyes portrayed unknown depths of violence to the crying girl. She nodded her head, glad the whole ordeal was over with. It would be years before she told her friend what had happened at Camp Bleska.
Swimming away, Heero felt no sense of guilt for his actions. He had been intrigued by the female body and found his answers through the only way he knew how. By force. Why was it wrong for him to force himself on others when his father, Odin, had forced himself on Heero?
As he sauntered out of the water, the dinner bell rang and all the kids, wet or dry ran for the mess hall. As the kids sprinted by, Heero eyes sought out violet orbs. Those violets had been looking for him, waiting and condemning him. Duo hadn't seen Heero for a few hours and didn't even know the boy was lurking in the water until he reemerged. While passing him by, Duo saw a very upset Sylvia wade out of the water after him. Feeling a cold chill run down his spine, Duo knew the savage boy had done something to her. What, he didn't know.
In the dining room, Duo noticed the sacred Sylvia sat far away from her usual group, opting to sit with girls she didn't know. Relena and Dorothy on the other hand appeared to be emerged in a conversation that excluded the stoic boy.
After the meal, instead of story telling, Howard supplied a sixteen millimeter movie projector and played "High Noon", a PG western flick for all the kids.
Having seen the movie more than once, Duo walked back to his cabin in hopes of smoking a J and getting back before the flick ended. The braided man had just finish licking and rolling the joint shut when a knock echoed through his cabin. /Seriously? What the fuck?!/ He questioned himself and stomped to the door.
Before opening it, he took in the silhouette of a young boy with tousled hair standing outside. Approaching slowly, Duo asked, "What are you doing here?"
"You tried to drown me, I want to know why," Heero stated in an even voice. He knew damn why Duo had attempted to harm him. And he was guilty of that accusation whether the other man knew it or not. The purpose of this visit was to see if the man would allow him inside, and to the braided man's dismay, Duo did.
"I thought you hurt Hilde," Duo answered.
"And if I did..." Heero let the vague statement linger in the tense air as he sat on Duo's bed, one leg crossed over the other, bouncing cumbersomely, relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, Duo responded, "If you did, than you're a monster."
"What happens to monsters?" Heero asked, straying his hand over the comforter, drawing invisible lines over the cotton surface with his right hand, ignoring the underlying threatening tone Duo assured against him.
Feeling too uncomfortable to sit next to the boy, Duo took the chair from the desk and sat himself in it. "If you did... than you need to be punished for it." At that point, he picked up the joint he had rolled from the night stand and lit it, taking a deep inhale from it in the middle of his sentence.
Heero held out two fingers, the index and middle, in expectation of the violet eyed man passing the narcotic cigarette to him, which he did.
Sucking on the boodie, Heero coughed as he expelled the inhaled substance. Duo laughed at him, knowing the teen had never smoked marijuana before. That laugh frustrated Heero, he was not to be made a fool out of, or laughed at by anyone. Passing it back, Heero got up and walked over to Duo. Standing in front of him, Heero leaned down to allow the man to suck a hit without handing it over. The feeling of Duo's lips on his fingers as he inhaled a drag from the joint sent sparks down to Heero's thighs making the muscle taut, his testicles tighten, and his cock twitch in excitement. Duo on the other hand, tried to refrain from any physhical representation of his torment, but the subtle strain and closer of his own knees told Heero all he needed, wanted to know.
Venturing to hide his arousment with the boy leaning over him, Duo's body tensed. The only reason he had allowed the boy into his cabin was to apologize for dunking him under the water, but Duo had forgotten that by now. As the teen leaned against him, one arm strown over the back of his chair, the other dangling the joint in front of his lips, legs spread wide as he stood before him, Duo felt the need - want - to pull the boy close.
Heero finished that last thought of Duo's on his own. Straddling the braided man's lap, Heero made himself comfortable, wiggling his hips until he felt a semi aroused dick poke his backside. Taking another hit, this time without coughing, Heero passed the smoke between his parted lips to Duo's, grazing his mouth over the other in a goading manner in order to taunt.
The violet eyed man inhaled sharply by surprise alone at the boldness of the blue-eyed demon. Said incubus was rotating his waist, circling over the man's groin bringing him to full arousal.
Joint in hand, Duo took another drag and allowed the dark, tousled haired boy to virtually give him a lap dance. Whirling his ass on the mans crotch, Heero celebrated in the feeling of a stiff cock pressed hard against his crack. Jerking his hips back and forth, he felt the head of the mans penis press against his hole and moaned loudly.
Placing his hands on the supple waist of the boy, Duo directed him to ride his clothed cock further, twisting and swaying in an immodest way to gain his own satisfaction. Duo thought the boy a whore, a lascivious being to tempt him through lust to his own ultimate downfall. And he was winning.
The two of them worked in tandem until Duo felt himself close to climax, at which point he shoved the boy back, accusing him of being the malevolent creature that he was. Though Duo knew it wasn't the boys fault. He was made that way at the hand of another, and Duo would be the ultimate monster if he capitulated to Heero's unvoiced demands.
Heero fell to the wood floor when Duo shoved him from his lap. At the vicious outburst Heero ran from the cabin, seeking refuge in his own bed. He wasn't a lustful monster - was he? Yes, he sought out Duo's attention in any way he could, preferably sexual but that didn't make him evil - did it? He just wanted the braided man to notice him, care for him, want him in a way that might be - could possibly be wrong for a man his age. Heero didn't care. Or so he told himself, but he did care. Some invisible force made him seek out Duo, he didn't know it was their allied bond between abuse. All he saw was something in Duo that reflected upon himself and told him the man would understand, possibly want him if he tried hard enough.
In his own cabin, submerged under blankets and sheets, Heero decided he'd make the braided man his no matter what the cost.