Oh…yes! The LONG awaited chapter nine! I apologize to all readers for taking such a long time to get back to the story…I had to get into college…eh…eh…

Sonar Complex

Chapter nine

If you punch a wall really hard, chances are you're going to bleed. And if you bleed, you probably should be in a shit load of pain.

Neither were the cases for me. Every time I punched the damned wall, I did not have the DECENCY to bleed, nor to hurt and it pissed the fucking SHIT out of me…what the fuck did those doctors do to me…you know sometimes I really wonder about that…but I've been to busy to actually do some research on it...but it REALLY IRRITATES ME!

"-CAUSE I CANT-punch-UNDERSTAND-punch-WHAT-smack-I AM DOING-kick-ARGH!"

"You know they have punch bags for that."

I jumped and turned around so damn fast my braid hit one of the vases on a table, sending it to its death on the marble floor.

A serene figure was leaning against the door…dressed in khaki pants and a simple white chemise. Long platinum locks flowed around his slender and tall body. He was mocking me…that bastard…

"Zechs… Ooh-Damn! VASE! SHIT!" I knelt, scrambling to pick up the pieces, useless, I know…

Damn thing was probably priceless…Quatre was going to have my ass! Immediately a jolt went down my spine. Oh shit…did I have to think about that?

I have been irritated lately…very mad for absolutely no reason…maybe it could be the new pills I was taking, a shipment from my previous mental residence…I didn't really have time to read the side effects but I never really care about that as long as the Voice is gone….and yes, the voice and even the hallucinations are gone…but I felt odd.

I cut my finger on one of the damn pieces.

I bled.

It hurt.

"Need help with that?" He said in that light British aristocratic tone of his and I looked up. He looked like an archangel with the sunrays caressing his features, his pink lips looking very, very moist.

"No I don't, Peacecraft…and don't ever fucking sneak up in me like that again…I told you countless times I HATE when you do that."

"I'm sorry." He simply said. His long arms were at his sides.

"So am I…little cranky, as you can tell. How are you? It's been too long."

"Yes, Duo it has." He spread his arms and took a step forward. Then stopped and simply stared at me.

Ok…mildly weird awkward pose…god thought he couldn't get sexier…and he did…

"What, you want a fucking hug?"

"One wouldn't hurt…"

I had to laugh at that one. "You're not getting a hug from me…I still remembered what happened the last time I gave you one."

A knife in my ribs did not sound pleasant at the moment.

I was in the white room, which I guess had become my favorite room in the whole place. It was such a spacious room…I could imagine hundreds of ladies, lounging around, such a pure beautiful place with its high ceiling and blinding white furniture. I usually felt comfortable in it, except when I was starred down by one of my ex war enemy…still an enemy in a way…since he's a Peacecraft…

"It's not Peacecraft anymore" He suddenly said, making me jump.

"What?"

"You previously called me Peacecraft. I'm now Zechs."

"Ah, disgraced the family…shed the name…but you're still a Peacecraft…You know I would kill your sister if she pisses me off, right?"

"I've been told." He said. I couldn't read his expression, which meant I hit a nerve. Way to fucking go, Maxwell. Haven't seen a guy in a decade and the first thing you do is piss him off.

"So tell her to behave at -MY- wedding." I was being snotty. So sue me.

I didn't want to talk about Relena. I wanted to tell him of the countless hours I spent thinking of ways to torture her and make her die a very painful death but I wasn't going to go into that either. I don't know why I was pushing the subject. I didn't want to think about Quatre anymore. I didn't want to see anyone anymore. I just wanted to go back home and be alone.

"I no longer speak to my sister."

Ah. That I really did not care to hear…cause it doesn't matter that you don't speak to her, the fact that you share something makes me want to hurl.

"Listen, I'm sorry to be so rude, but I want to be alone now."

"All right… I will leave you."

No don't go…Come and stroke my hair like you used to…

The door closed quietly behind him. I slumped on myself…too tired to think about my behavior just now.

I am such a bitch. Even now, thoughts of that one sight we shared was still haunting me…He was supposed to kill me in the morning…but came to my cell and …made love to me. No, it wasn't a simple fuck. Something happened that night, some sort of connection occurred between the two of us…since then it's been hard to be with him and not want to run in his arms again.

I made that mistake once, and nearly paid with my life. I'm not going to make it again…I'm tired of making mistakes.

What was I doing here? I didn't belong. Quatre wasn't mine. I had no right to touch him. But I have dreamed of him…

Yes. I have. But I could never…be with him. I just could not. It wasn't right. Trowa and he belonged together. And my heart was too scarred and bitter to love anymore…

It was a bright intimate dinner. Zechs had just arrived, with a non-descript friend who looked forbidding…Military, I bet. Quatre was the sexy, seducing host as always, his laughter reverberates against the walls of the chic little ( by Quatre's standards) dinning room …and he smiles at you, and your insides get churned and your loins tighten and you want to grab him, hold him against you, grind yourself against him but you cant, cause your FIANCE, the one you're about to share vows of love until Death do you apart his leaning against your arm and you're torn between an old love and a new, the urge to protect and a more primal one: The need to fuck Quatre's brains out.

I wanted him so badly I found myself shuddering whenever he stared at me across that table…that damn long table… He keeps throwing looks at me…he's just torturing me…I nearly had an orgasm when he took a sip of wine and ran the tip of his little pink tongue around the rim of his cup…

My hand tightened around my glass. He just laughed at something that military man said, his head thrown back, his long, golden throat suddenly exposed…Dear god

I squeezed my thighs together…wondering how the hell I was going to explain a flaming erection… Richard placed his finger in my lap…that did nothing to help.

"Well, you know, I think that you should trim you hair…in fact I thought you got it trimmed, blah, blah blaah…" he was babbling about something on my side and I just nodded and said a 'yes dear' at every pose, it didn't matter, as long as my eyes never left Quatre and oh…sweet Jesus, he just licked his upper lip…

I must have moaned out loud because Richard wrapped his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "Duo, love…I don't think you're well…you're brow is sweaty..." He whispered and squeezed my upper thigh and suddenly a jolt went up my spine and the smell of coconut invaded my nostrils…then I saw him, Richard, and his beautifully slanted eyes and lovely face…and Quatre didn't matter anymore because Richard was there and had his hand near my cock and I wanted to bury myself in him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and summoned all my will and control.

"Oh god, I don't think he's doing well…" I vaguely heard Quatre's voice asking 'what's wrong' and Richard telling him that it was probably cause I just switched prescriptions…but every thing was blurring…I was suddenly nauseous…it was the most unpleasant feeling I have experienced to this point…my bowels and balls seemed to be in an internal war, both wanting to explode, and god forbid I started ejaculating as I was vomiting!

I stood up, excused myself: "Excuse me, but I don't feel well…continue without me…" and swiftly left with Richard hot at my heels.

I can undress pretty swiftly…I also can take less than a minute to have someone buck naked when I am this aroused…

Seemed that my dick won after I left the dining room and went to our bathroom to splash some water on my face…and all that was left was the smell of coconut and his warm breath on the back of my neck, trying to comfort me with soothing words…his hand making circles on my back, circling, circling, his warm hand slipping beneath my shirt and moving lower on my zipper, as he pressed his pelvis against my ass…I looked up in the bathroom mirror, our eyes met …lilac and golden hazel, ever changing eyes and it was done. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to our bedroom.

I don't bother with zippers, I'm afraid…with lightning speed I placed a condom on, was ready to go, and ready to destroy anything that stood in my path, including cotton shirts and skintight jeans…he moaned in pain as I entered him but that did not really register in my brain…I cant explain it…I really didn't care if he was hurting or not, and he was, but I just kept on pounding into him and he held on and squeezed…In my head images of Quatre flashed , his lips , his eyes, his kiss, Wufei amazingly soft hair , Trowa's long sinewy limbs and Zechs, his long , pale hair mingling with my dark locks, his mouth playing with my nipples, pulling, biting…then Heero's face as he told me that he no longer loved me.

I wanted to go deeper…I was hurting him, pulled his hair and bit his lip until he bled…but still he held on…He closed around me, was so tight…as I came I felt so guilty, yet so free, and happy…I was happy because he was in pain…I hurt him, and it felt …right, be-cause…I wasn't the only one in pain anymore…Even as I finally sagged and faintly heard his sobs, felt his blood flow on my thighs I stayed inside of him…I was happy inside…I didn't want to come out…

Sleep enveloped me … so warm…

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Though there was no feeling of domesticity in the vast bedroom, the image of the husband sitting on the bed with a laptop in his lap and the wife brushing her long blonde hair was quite cozy…if you ignore the permanent scowl on the man's face and the lack of vivacity in his blue eyes…and the fact that his right hand seemed to twitch whenever his wife's voice seem to reach a high pitch.

"That Winner bastard has no right to blackmail me in such a fashion! I have no desire to go to Duo's Maxwell's decadent wedding to that slut of a male model he's been dating. Have you seen that ad of his they're showing on every station now, how disgusting! I wouldn't want children…to see such a thing! And when we have children, I would not want them to watch television…and on top of that, wasn't he supposed to be in a mental facility at the moment? Honey, do something about this! I don't want to go to that wedding!"

With a toss of her head, she sent her hair flying on her left, so she could brush the end of her hair before she braided it…usually, at the beginning of her marriage, she would make two French braids and tie them to the sides of her hair but it seemed that her Heero preferred it be in a long single braid.

She went on spinning more crap about how socially demeaning it was to be in the presence of a renegade like Duo Maxwell, and how he's know as much for his sexual exploit and unsteady mental health as for his deeds to the colonies as a Gundam Pilot…and then she mentioned something about him having been rumored to have killed his wife and her kids in a rage.

That caught Heero's attention. He looked up from his laptop.

"Where did you hear that?"

She turned around on her seat and faced her husband, tying the end of her braid with a peachy pink ribbon that matched the silky nightgown she was wearing.

"Dorothy."

"Ah."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Heero, not missing a beat responded."Duo was the father of those children. The woman killed the children. Duo killed her to protect himself."

Relena received those words like a slap to the face. She sputtered for while before jumping to her feet. "W-what! You know about this! How could you not tell me! Heero, do you know what this could mean for us?"

"…no."

"Duo was able to conceive children! You told me that the drugs you were injected with to stunt your growth also made you sterile! That means it didn't! Duo had children!"

Heero shook his head. "…Duo is the only one of us who is able to have children" Relena screamed. "NO! I refuse to accept that that…diseased street rat can reproduce when we can't! He must have done something…He…has done something HASN'T HE? He must tell us then! You have to ask him, Please!"

Heero simply closed his laptop and slid underneath the covers, his back to a very upset Relena. When he behaving as he was behaving now she knew better than to bother him. One attempt had sent her flying across the room after she had slapped him across the face during a fight. But tonight, this matter was too important.

"Heero, we are going to that wedding. And we are not leaving until we know Maxwell's secret."