Warning: graphic scenes of both consensual and nonconsensual acts. If either bother you, skip ahead or read something else. No flames please.
Chapter Seven: Crossing Wires
Heero and Duo sat on the couch of Heero's condo and watched TV as they ate their sushi. Some nondescript entertainment show was giving the rundown on Heero's recent movie and how it did in the box-offices. It was predicted that no movie would be able to top the sales in five years.
"It's amazing they aren't hounding you for more publicity," Duo murmured.
"They are. Millardo is fighting them off sufficiently. If they got what they wanted, the allure would die out anyways. At the end of the day I'm just a novelist and soon the attention will turn to what the actors are doing in their everyday lives."
"Weathering the storm," Duo chuckled, putting his plate down. "That's my man."
Heero mirrored Duo in putting his plate down. "You haven't been to rehearsal in a while."
"One of our band-mates needs some time to cool down."
"Did something happen?" Heero pressed, linking Duo's hands in his.
Duo shrugged. "He's just worried something will. He's thinking I'm going to ditch and really, it's because of him that I would."
"I remember you saying something about that," Heero replied. "Have you spoken to him?"
"Yes, but I'm beginning to wonder if I was off the mark on why he's upset."
Heero frowned. "You're worried."
Duo sighed and sank back down onto the large couch, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't even recognize him anymore. He's a wildcard and I can't help but feel like he's dangerous."
"Dangerous how?" Heero snapped, trying to keep his voice from growling.
"I don't understand his motives—the why of all this."
"Do you think he'd hurt you?" Heero almost whispered, placing his body carefully atop Duo's so he could look straight into his lover's eyes.
"I don't think so."
"That did not sound convincing."
Duo shrugged. "Honestly, Heero, I have no idea."
"You will be the death of me," Heero groaned.
Duo reached up and tangled his fingers through his boyfriend's thick hair. "I'm that good in bed, am I?" he breathed, pulling Heero's lips to his and claiming a fiery kiss.
Heero wanted to talk this volatile band-mate issue through more but he was loath to speak when his mouth could be used for so many different things at the moment.
"You're not always going to get away with this," Heero warned as he lowered Duo's back onto the couch.
"But I am today."
"Hai," Heero whispered against Duo's ear, biting the shell and then abandoning it for that intriguing tendon that ran all the way down the side of Duo's neck when he threw his head back.
In a moment the age different exhibited itself. Heero was slowly moving his hands down Duo's sides, seeking to build the fire slow but instead of igniting a spark, the older man inadvertently lit a nuclear bomb. Duo had lost his patience and, as most people in such a state are, did not have the desire to try and find it again. He grabbed at the hem of Heero's shirt and pulled hard.
"I want it my way," Duo bothered to explain as he maneuvered to sit atop Heero all whilst stripping his shirt and adjusting so he could make a conquest of his lover's exposed body. Pale hands skimmed down olive skin, the contrast stark and erotic. As deft fingers latched onto the zipper of jeans, Duo's mouth began to follow the trail his hands had blazed. Heero felt as though he should not just be on his back, stationary, while Duo intently went to work, but the younger man seemed bent on having his way and that required Heero staying still.
Working the rest of their clothing off, Duo did not even attempt to make his way back up Heero's body. Instead he opted for a more direct approach and slid his tongue up the vein of Heero's manhood before closing his entire mouth around the organ and sliding back down. Heero snapped his jaw together, a groan that almost sounded like pain slipping through a constricted throat. Both of his hands gripped the cushions below him as he struggled and fought madly for control. God, Duo really might be the death of him…
"Haaa…!"
Duo chuckled as he heard his usually very stoic and silent lover cry out. The sound was rogue, unbidden by Heero and it made Duo hell-bent on hearing that sound again. The vibration of the chuckle pulsing around Heero's length elicited the response Duo was vying for.
"Bed," Duo gasped as he pulled off of Heero. "Now."
Heero sat up, his eyes dark with lust, as though night had fallen over the ocean. He made quick work of sweeping Duo up into his arms and kicking through the door to his bedroom. Duo shoved Heero back onto the bed and threw the bottle of lubrication at his lover, who caught it deftly. Resuming his prior position, the braided man straddled his lover. Figuring a pre-game show was in order, Duo moved Heero's coated fingers to his entrance and let his shy writer begin to stretch him. Confident he wouldn't hurt Heero, Duo began to move up and down the length of Heero's fingers, throwing his head back and riding the pleasure out; moaning whenever those lithe, agile fingers struck his prostate. Heero was bordering between watching Duo in awe and forcing his mind to more mundane thoughts to prolong his endurance. He was lost in one of his short bouts of distraction when Duo pulled his fingers out and positioned Heero's manhood.
For the second time, Heero was forced to take his eyes off Duo as his head flew back on its own accord and his jaw froze to stifle a scream that so desperately wanted to escape. Duo cried out, seating himself fully, hands splayed back on Heero's thighs. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.
Before even checking to make sure Heero was good to go, Duo began to move. At first the movement was slow and languid, the last attempt to stretch him so there would be no pain but once all resistance left his body, Duo changed his tune. He rose up sharply before dropping himself down forcefully, enjoying the harsh stimulation to his body. He felt Heero's hands on his hips and worried momentarily that his man was not into this, was going to stop him. But when he looked down, Heero's eyes were even darker and his expression was that of a man battling with himself.
"Fuck me," Duo whispered. "Please. I want it this way."
Heero let Duo impale himself several more times before he decided it was time to change positions and show Duo all that he could give. Duo let himself get flipped over onto his back, offering up no resistance when Heero pushed his legs back, knees to either side of his torso, and slammed home. Duo screamed out, the pleasure all most too much to take at once.
"This is what you want?" Heero growled, slamming in again.
"Yes! God, yes!"
Heero smiled triumphantly. He wanted Duo to think back to this the next time he was in a meeting or at band practice and feel his body jolt with excitement. Heero wanted to own Duo's thoughts and body. And if Duo wanted to be branded by fire, then Heero was more than happy to apply such a technique. As long as it was him and only him.
Duo reached between their bodies and stroked himself, too frantic to make the sweet torture continue for any amount of time. Each time his body was jounced by the sheer force of Heero's thrust, he exponentially fell to pieces. Needing the release being held right in front of him, Duo gripped his own length tightly and jerked roughly to produce what he desired.
"That's it," Heero breathed out harshly. "Reach for it."
That was all it took. Duo threw his head back and screamed Heero's name as his release coated his stomach. No more than two thrusts later he could feel the hot liquid of Heero's climax filling him. They both groaned together as Heero lowered himself down on the bed, too weak to hold himself up any longer. He was going to have to double up on his gym reps to be able to keep pace in bed if this is what it was going to take.
Duo let Heero pull him into a more comfortable position for sleep. There was no need for words anymore. Just the familiar and soothing silence lulling them into a dream world. As Heero drifted off he saw the face of an aging woman, elegant and regal, with matching blue eyes and intense glare.
"Mom?"
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"Mom?!?"
Duo almost dropped the cup of tea he was holding when he heard Heero cry out. Heero was looking down at his cell phone in horror; his permanently composed demeanor stripped away entirely. He looked terrified, haunted…panicked. Duo's eyes widened when he saw that Heero was shaking so bad he could barely answer the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hai?"
Heero was quiet for a long moment and Duo sank a hip against the counter to watch the scene. Just as he put the tea to his lips Heero tore off into rapid Japanese. Duo choked and set the mug down to cough as silently as possible. He knew Heero was Japanese, raised in Japan for the most part but…Wow. He had never heard a man go so fluidly from perfect, accented English to perfect, accented Japanese in the blink of an eye as though neither language held sway over the other.
"Gomen…" Heero murmured, his head lowering as his left hand came up to massage his temples. "Gomen," he almost whispered the word for a second time.
Duo frowned and felt the need to walk over to Heero and comfort him but at the same time, he felt he should keep his distance to respect Heero's private conversation.
"Hai," Heero said for the last time before hanging up with a sigh. He looked at the phone for a moment and then over at Duo. He tried to smile but failed miserably.
"Can I ask what that was about?"
Heero shrugged. "In Japan…it is a huge, huge dishonor to leave a company that is just as responsible for making you famous as your talent. She heard about my decision to quit and wanted to call me and let me know that I bring dishonor to my family and that if I was not doing such a good job of hiding my true identity, she would disown me."
"Disown you? I don't see her holding much above your head…not even her affection."
Heero shrugged again. "It is more the symbolic impact she's going for since she knows she has no control over my life whatsoever. I really shouldn't let it get to me much but I've spent most of my life trying to please her and it always comes back to this."
Duo took a few tentative paces forward and then stopped. "Wait, that's not the only reason she called." He could see it in his lover's eyes. There was something bigger going on.
"I knew it was only a matter of time when that magazine came out—the article that pieced us together romantically. A close friend of hers sent it to the house, so when she got back into the country, she saw it."
"You could have written it off as rumor!"
"I'm already a deserter and a homosexual—I do not need to add a liar to all that."
"So being a deserter of a company that dragged you through the dirt and a homosexual is to be immoral and bad—worse than a liar even?"
"Duo…that's not what I meant…"
"Look, I'm already going to be late to rehearsal, so you can save your explanation for later. I'm not a purple-loving, rainbow-clad gay but at least I don't think I'm a worse person for the way I am. I'll talk to you later."
Heero flinched as the door closed with too much force. "What I meant was…you're too important to lie about," Heero said to the door.
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Duo tried to turn the knob to the studio only to find it locked. Was he the first one here? Strange. With dismissive shrug, Duo took out his keys and unlocked the door to enter. After a few minutes of turning the lights on, he picked up his guitar and began to strum some random chords as he waited. Where was everyone? Quatre and Trowa were never late. Had he written down the wrong time? Wrong day?
Just as he went to set his guitar down to call, the door opened. "Sorry I'm late!" Treize called.
"I was just about to call—it's not like Quatre and Trowa to be late. I don't think I've ever used the keys to the studio!"
Duo heard the click of the lock and looked past the glass to see Treize walking towards him.
"Why did you lock it?"
"It's just going to be you and me today."
Duo stood, eyes narrowing on the approaching man. "What's going on?"
Treize set a small duffel back down and tilted his head to the side to pop his neck once. "You know Relena Peacecraft, right?"
"Millardo's sister?"
"Yes. She and her father actually co-own the company your boyfriend just left. The cat's out of the bag that Heero is starting a new company with Millardo. And though I'm sure he has his reasons, this is the world of business and he's stepped on some important toes along the way."
"Leave Heero alone," Duo warned.
"Oh, I have no intention of laying a finger on your precious inspiration. No, you see, Relena and I have a relationship of sorts. We keep in touch—especially when we find ourselves in mutual dilemmas. And right now, both of our livelihoods are being threatened so we've banned together to do something about all this."
"So what? You're going to kill me to ruin Heero?"
"No, you're no use to me dead. I need you alive to sing. But I need you under control and Relena wants to send a message to Heero. So, here's what we're going to do…" Treize lifted a gun and fired, the small whistling sound the only indication it had gone off. Duo clasped his stomach and looked down at the dart sticking out of his shirt.
"Don't worry. If you cooperate, you should be able to drag yourself home by dinner."
Duo fell to his knees, the world beginning to spin and tilt. He knew what was going to happen. He was going to be raped. As he fell completely to the floor he was so grateful he had had sex with Heero last night so that he was still stretched…and only because he had not wanted to talk about his assailant in the first place…how morbidly ironic…
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It was the searing pain up his spine that awoke him, but it was not full consciousness. Duo's watery eyes tried to open as his body was pounded into the floor. He knew he was in a lot of pain but he was still too far under to feel it intimately. It was almost as though is mind was watching his body being taken. Another particularly sharp thrust and he heard a groan escape his throat, though he had not sent the message to his body to do so. Next to him, his dropped phone was open and the screen slightly cracked. He watched in a surreal kind of slow-motion manner as a text message lit up his phone.
From Heero:
You are too important to lie about. Love you. Please forgive me.
10:17AM
"Can you hear me, baby?" Treize grunted.
Duo just groaned in response.
"There is going to be no evidence of me being here, no fingerprints, no sperm, no car…nothing. So don't even think of accusing me of rape, especially since you take it up the ass daily with Heero. Second, if you try to quit, I will sue you for everything you are and could be for the next twenty years. Third, tell Heero that if he does form that new company, this will happen again and again until September. Understood?"
Duo tried to nod but all he could do was barely rub his cheek against the cool cement of the floor.
"Oh, and also, do not even try to avoid practices—because when I do get you, and I will, it will be so much worse than this. Better to just show up like your contract states. Saves you money and injury."
Treize pulled out and the pain from the withdrawal was almost as bad as the initial thrust that had awoken him. He felt a hand smack his bare ass once and heard Treize rummaging around and getting things together.
"Enjoy the rest of your day," Treize called in a friendly voice as he walked out of the studio and locked the door behind him.
Duo didn't try to move at first as the tears came. He just let them fall freely. He realized Treize had untied his hands when he had left and though his limbs were stiff from confinement and a shortage of blood flow, he managed to reach for his phone. At first, he pushed the keys 9-1-1 but before he hit send, he stopped. More tears, this time his body shuddered to accompany his crying. He had to call Heero. Deleting the three digits he dialed again, this time, seven keys.
"Hello?" Heero answered promptly.
"H-Heero?"
"Duo!? What's wrong?"
"I—I—I'm at the s-studio, p-p-please come get…get me."
"I'll be right there!" Heero breathlessly promised as he was already running out of the door of his flat. "Should I call the cops?"
"NO! Don't!"
"Are you hurt?" Heero pressed as he careened down the stairwell, too panicked to wait for the elevator.
"A…little…"
"Okay, Duo, stay with me. I'll be there soon. Stay on the phone, okay? Don't hang up! I'm getting in the car right now. Just let me hear you keep breathing."
Duo let the phone just rest against his ear as he continued to cry. He heard everything. The loud engine of the car roar to life, the squeal of tires, the sound of shifting, and all the while Heero's voice, clear and beautiful, telling him everything was going to be all right very soon.
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AN: dun, dun, dun!!! Hopefully that wasn't too bad for everyone's constitution. I had to water it down a little when I was revising… Well, only three chapters left to go. Please, please spare a moment to review! Much appreciated and everyone enjoy the upcoming weekend!!!
