Trowa's POV
"No, Heero. You will not have your way this time," I whisper to the wind as I walk back to Quatre's house after staring off into the distance for so long. I'd been invited to the Winner's for Christmas, and I know the other pilots will be there soon as well. My eyes darken at the thought of the sensuous pilot of Wing Gundam, his prussian blue eyes searing my soul, his soft voice caressing my name as his hands caressed my body. He was everything to me at one point, my friend, my family, my lover. And now, I will do anything to stop him.
Heero... so many times I've tried to forget. Now I'm glad that
I haven't. Even though I couldn't save myself from you...in the
beginning... I WILL be able to save Duo. No one deserves the
punishment you put me through. I loved you, damnit! I let you
into my heart, and you tore me apart, Heero. You killed my soul. And now, when I'm starting my new life, with my beautiful angel, you will
come back to haunt me. Torment me. Kill Duo as you killed me. I won't let you...
"Tro-chan?" comes the question from behind me. I turn to see Quatre making his way towards me. A smile is set on his face, and his eyes sparkle with innocence and näivity I wish I could share sometimes. To be that innocent, to be able to see the beauty in the world... How wonderful it would be to see it as a child once again. As an angel. "Tro-chan, I'm so glad I found you! I've got wonderful news!"
"What is it, Quatre?" I ask softly, wondering what could be his news this time. I love his innocence, his sparklingly childlike manner.
"All the other pilots can come... and Relena-sama can't!" his eyes glint mischievously.
"Did you actually invite her, Quatre?" I remark with a smile. He looks back at me, a little guiltily, and that's all the answer I need. "I didn't think so."
"Well..."
"Come on. Let's go back."
"Yeah! We can practice that piece..." I listen to my koibito go on and
on, content in just the knowledge that he's beside me... and that he truly
DOES care about me... unlike some others I could name.
Duo's POV
"Duo. Come here," he tells me, holding the mail in his hand. I walk towards him, not daring to meet his eyes, trying to understand everything.
"Yes, Heero-kun?" I ask, trying to keep my voice soft, knowing that anything I say can arouse his anger.
"We've been invited to Quatre's for Christmas," he tells me in his emotionless voice. The voice holds so many secrets, so many promises that will never be fulfilled.
I sigh inwardly with relief at his news. "Are we going to go, Heero-kun?" I ask, hoping for a yes, praying for a yes. If it's a yes, it'll be fine, everything will be fine...
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether Trowa will be there."
I don't answer, not sure of what he means. I know that he and Trowa were together before, but I'm not sure of exactly what happened. Trowa never talked about it, and Heero... I don't dare ask Heero. I don't know what he'd do if I did... and I'm not sure I want to know the answer either.
I look down, wondering what he expects me to do. Lately he's been telling me right away, and even this short pause is surprising, to an extent. I'm not kept waiting long though, he walks over to me, and pulls my head up roughly by my braid. My braid, my pride, all belongs to him now, and we both know it. I keep from crying out barely, as Heero pulls me closer. Boys don't cry... "Let's have a little fun tonight, Duo," he says with a sadistic smile, so unsettling on his normally laconic face.
I shiver, and stay still, knowing what will happen if I don't. A dagger is drawn, from somewhere I've never seen, and never truly hope to see. Heero begins to slit my shirt, not being very careful about it. When it finally falls to the ground, there are a few red streaks on my chest, to match the black and blue bruises. Heero's handiwork from the night before.
"Please, Heero," I start as he begins to remove my pants, still not letting my braid go. Not so much to keep me from running, he knows I wouldn't do that, but because the silky feel of it gives him even more power over me. "You're killing me inside." I can't stand much more of this... k'so, what'd I do to deserve this? What'd I do to change the Hee-chan I knew? The one I fell in love with?
"I know," he replies softly as he finishes removing my clothing. "I
know."
Quatre's POV
I wonder what Trowa's thinking about. He seems so quiet nowadays... not that he wasn't quiet before, during the war, but... I wonder if it's something about his relationship with Heero. I don't want to ask, I promised myself I wouldn't, but I know something's causing him pain, and I want to know what it is, I thought to myself as I talked, trying to bring life to the air around us.
"Tro-chan?" I ask, wanting to know his opinion on whatever I had just said. Of course, since even I didn't know what it was, that was a slight problem...
"Gomen, Quatre, I wasn't listening," he admits quietly.
"That's ok. Is something wrong, Trowa?" I ask, wanting to know if I could help.
"It's none of your concern, Quatre," he tells me, shaking his head.
"If it's hurting you, it IS my business, Trowa."
"It's nothing."
We walk in silence for a few moments, before I begin talking again, wanting to keep the conversation going even if there's nothing substantial that needs talking about. "What're you going to do with Heavyarms now?"
"What I have been doing with it for the past two years. Keeping it safe."
"Trowa-chan, I still think we should self-destruct them."
"Duo tried that, remember? He can't. He says that the detonation devices only work depending on the pilot."
"Well... maybe we could ask Heero to destruct them for us!"
"No."
I immediately shut up, angry at myself for the choice of words. Sometimes I say things before I think, and I almost always regret them. How could I've mentioned Heero to Trowa?! I'm such an idiot sometimes... "Trowa..." I trail off, trying to find the words to apologize.
"It's all right, Quatre," he reassures me, like he always does. Is he doing this to make me feel better, or for himself?
"Would you rather he didn't come to Christmas?" I ask, trying to make it up to my koibito in any way I could.
"No. He has to be here. Duo too."
I'm surprised for one instant, Trowa never really like the braided pilot
of Deathscythe, he was too loud and annoying for my quiet koi, and as for
Heero...then I think. What is it that Heero did to you, Trowa?
Are you afraid he'll do it to Duo as well? Maybe it's a good thing that
WuFei'll be here with Sally and Noin. They can act as buffers between the
others, My thoughts trail on as we walk back.
Heero's POV
For one moment, I hate myself, looking at Duo's completely exposed, bruised and bleeding body. He shivers slightly, and I can feel myself getting aroused, the hatred diminished in the fire of my lust for him and his beautiful body, marred only by me, my mark on him. My lessons for him. Ah, Duo, do you know how sexy you are? How beautiful? How simply looking at you makes people want you enough to destroy worlds for you? "Come, Duo," I command, and he follows without another word. Even though I know that this isn't right for either of us, I know that I won't give it up, anymore than I'd give him up.
I roughly push him down onto the hard cement in the garage, next to our Gundams, his silent guardian not protesting with me. I can see the strain that he goes through to keep from crying out as the cement digs into his bruises. He lies face down, not moving, but I can almost taste the fear oozing from him. I pull him to his knees, and he looks at me with pleading in his violet eyes. I pull off my t-shirt, and my shorts that have grown uncomfortable since I'd undressed Duo. My love, you're mine forever. You'll never leave me. I'll never let you go, Duo. You are MINE.
He whimpers softly as I capture his mouth in a rough kiss, my tongue thrusting into his mouth violently, my teeth nibbling on his tongue when it hesitatingly begins to thrust back, as he knows what I want. I devour his mouth, nibbling on his tongue, making him whimper again in pain.
I finally break off the kiss and just hold him, touch him. He'll never leave me, my mark's branded into his skin all over, his proof of the lessons I've gifted him with.
"Onegai... Heero..." he begs softly, looking up at me through glazed eyes. I can't stand the pathetic look on his face. It's so infuriating. He's stronger than this, he should fight me, he could beat me. He could kill me.
But he won't. That's the point, I suppose.
I roughly pull him to his feet. His knees buckle, and he falls
back to the ground. "Onegai what?" I ask him softly, pulling him
back to his knees. Without another word, I shove into him roughly,
making him choke back a cry of pain. I begin to thrust, and his whimpering
turns to muffled sobbing. I smile cruelly, even though he can't see. He has to learn now... and this is the price he pays for not understanding. Boys don't cry, remember, Duo? Boys never cry... I think
as I continue rocking in and out of him as hard as I can.
*wince* Evil Heero?
