Title: Somewhat Damaged

Author: Raven (spirit_raven_willow@hotmail.com)
Contents: Yaoi!!! Semi-AU (set after endless waltz), slightly OOC, future lemons

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 6x5
Notes: I have no real idea where this is gonna go so C&C VERY welcome. Duo, Heero and Wufei work for the Preventers, Trowa is a Journalist, Quatre works for Winner Inc and Zechs owns a gay/Bi bar (this may or may not have *any* significance to the plot I haven't decided) anyway it's after endless waltz and everyone it trying to have normal lives and forget the war but old scars don't always fade.

Italics denote flashbacks
Archive: Anywhere but ask please

Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=444812

A little piece of Gundam Wing:

http://raygunworks.net/singles2/somewhat/somewhat.html

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue… All you'll get is a purple bunny named Duo and coursework.

Chapter 7 – A new arrival

Weeks passed since that night and things between Heero couldn't have been better. Heero has surprised me one night when I got home from work as he'd moved all my stuff into his bedroom saying as it was the larger of the two it was the logical choice to be our bedroom. True to my current form I had burst into tears and ran over and hugged him. I'd never thought that Heero would have been the one to push the relationship forward.

It was perfect but there was one thing that was pressing in my mind: we hadn't slept together. I was eternally grateful to Heero that he hadn't pushed it but I felt that he was growing impatient and well… horny. I was fairly certain that he jerked off every night after kissing me when he got home: no one takes that long to shower when trained with military precision for all for their childhood. I wasn't that I didn't want to have sex, Gods I wanted to do it with him. But I was terrified of getting hurt or that once he'd got what he wanted he'd leave. Really, I knew it was different with Heero but still I was scared.

I brake from my thoughts as I hear keys in the lock and I know he's home. I bounce through the living room ready to glomp him in true baka style (I'm not one to break traditions) when I noticed he's caring something small and furry in his arms. Praying to a God I didn't really believe in that it wasn't some sort of ferret.

"Whatcha got there Hee-chan?" I asked, giving him a quick before looking down. Two ice blue eyes stared up at me from beneath sopping wet grey fur.

"She was in a box dumped next to the building." He said as if it explained everything. The kitten let out a pathetic mew and made a face that expressed the though 'please love me. Don't make me go back out there'.

"Heero, she's gorgeous," I said picking up the cat, "God, she's soaked what happened?"

"I have no idea," he said going off to get a towel, "people who hurt the defenceless should have their balls chopped off."

I decided to make no comment, but put the cat on the table and taking the towel Heero began to dry the fuzz ball off.

"Have you thought of a name for her?"

"I was thinking, Rayne."

"What do you think Little One? Rayne?" the kitten mewed in agreement.

"Well Rayne it is, do we have anything to feed her?"

"There's some tuna in the cupboard." I went over and grabbed the can, opened it and dumped the contents on a saucer.

"Here you go," I said placing it in front of her, ruffling the fur that sat up in spikes on the top of her head. We watched her eat in silence then once she'd finished we moved into the lounge and turned on the TV.

We sat like a family for hours watching 'Armageddon', as the credits were rolling I made a loud sniff and tried to wipe my eyes before Heero noticed.

"Duo?"

"Hum?"

"Are you crying at the movie?"

"No…"

"It's ok you know."

"Yeah…"

"I don't mind. Actually I think it's just one of your more endearing qualities." He kissed me. "How can you feel so deeply for people you've never met or are even real?"

"Mmm, love you too Hee-chan." I mumbled sleepily into his chest, warm and content in the arms on unconditional acceptance.

***

I woke up, however, to my hair being scratched out. I batted my hand around my head trying to stop whoever it was from attacking me. I grudgingly slipped out of Heero's embrace (with a murmur of disapproval from him) and sat up. Rayne was sitting on my pillow looking up at me.

"What do you want?"

She nudged her chin against my hand.

"You woke me up at 4am for a cuddling session?"

She nudged my hand again.

"Oh all ring," I stroked her till she was purring and then deposited her at the end of the bed. I continued to stroke her till she appeared to have dropped off again and I allowed myself to go back to sleep.

It must have been 20 minutes later; I woke up to my hair being torn out,

"This is why I don't want children."

***

After soothing my child back to sleep I managed to wake up several hours later to a lazy Sunday morning in early December. The rain continued to drizzle gently down the windows and for one in more than a while; Heero was still dozing by my side.

I rolled over and watched those beautiful eyes appear from under heavy lashes "Morning Beautiful" he said leaning over, kissing me.

"Yeah morning, our child kept me up half the night." He looked confused, "The cat I explained."

"Ah yes, but you have to understand," kiss, "that she was a stray," kiss, "she was denied attention," he moved down kissing my neck, "but with a little love," his finger ghosted over my nipples, stroking, teasing, "and attention," the other hand moved down to my boxers, "she'll be purring," I moaned as he started to stroke my arousal.

'You like that, don't you bitch'

"Will you purr for me?" my head thrashed from side to side

'Come on beg me.' He backhanded me across the face. 'Beg for it!'

"Come for me, koi," He continued to stroke me, one hand cupping my ass.

'Come on slut, you know you want it in your ass. If you beg me maybe I'll use some sort of lube.'

One finger gently slid between my buttocks to my entrance.

I felt the searing pain of forced entry.

I screamed, as my beautiful caring lover came over me, still stroking my cock and murmuring words of love.