This story is starting to creep me out, so I'll just finish it.
It
Duo climbed carefully out of bed, so as not to wake Heero. He went to the bathroom and forcibly purged himself of Heero's semen. He rinsed his mouth out with alcohol to kill its taste. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and laughed at it.
"Whore." Death's grin twisted into something even sicklier as he studied himself. " Cheap, drunken whore. Ah, at least you're not a murderer. Oh wait, you are." He laughed cruelly at the mirror.
"Why did you do it to him? He's your friend, at least he was. Now you've seen his weakness, you've touched him. What will The Perfect Soldier do to him for that? He'll kill him, slowly. Do you think he'll be so nice to you? He didn't even know what it was and you poisoned him, you goddamned bastard. Why can't you just die like everyone else?"
Duo sighed, poured himself another drink and walked quietly back to his room. He left the bottle in the bathroom, under the sink. No need to give The Perfect Soldier more reason to be upset in the morning. Sitting on his bed, Duo gazed at Heero's sleeping form and remembered it.
Several weeks previously, Heero had come to Duo's room, holding a copy of an order. Wordlessly, he handed it to Duo and waited for him to read it.
01:
Current stress levels are unacceptable. Stress is reduced by sexual gratification. You are to find some reliable method of achieving it. Method left to your discretion. Minimal civilian involvement is recommended.
"So why are you bringing this to me?" Heero didn't react to Duo's unexpected anger. "So the doctor wants you to get off. So what?"
"How do I do it?" The question was asked as though it referred to breaking into a military installation or defeating mobile DOLLs.
"Shit, Heero, just play with yourself until you come." Heero stared at Duo, expectantly. "Don't tell me you need diagrams."
"Show me how to do it." An order.
"You want me to jerk off in front of you so you can learn how to do it properly?" Heero nodded. "No. No way. It's sick."
"What is?" The question seemed sincere.
"Watching other guys. Perverts do that." The Perfect Soldier added the new information do his data. Duo studied Heero. "You really have no clue how to do it, do you?"
"Hn." Duo accepted that as a yes. If Heero could do something alone, he would never have talked to him. Duo sighed.
"Alright, you obviously need help. Take off your clothes." Heero blinked in surprise.
"What?" The word didn't quite finish, as though The Perfect Soldier had shot it as it tried to escape.
"Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Otherwise they'll get dirty. Oh, why do I bother?" Heero obeyed his orders as soon as they sunk in. Explanations were not needed. "Come here and sit."
Heero walked to the bed and sat down. Duo kneeled behind him, wrapped his arms around Heero's waist, and his hands over Heero's. Gently, he guided Heero's hands, showing them where to go and when to move. He whispered instructions into Heero's ear.
"Relax. Don't think about missions, they don't exist. The war does not exist. Only the feelings exist. Don't think about it, just feel it. Analyzing won't help. It will hurt. Stop thinking and relax. Just feel it. Stop being an observer and get into it. Feel it. Experience it. Don't listen to what I say. You never have before, why start now. Stop thinking."
"I can't not think." Heero grunted.
"So think of something that causes pleasure. Uncertain feelings, even. That pretty girl who watched you play basketball, the one who talks to you." Duo felt Heero tense up. "Not her, someone else, something else. Something relaxing. Think of something relaxing. A person, a place, anything that helps you relax."
Heero came with a small gasp and fell backward onto Duo. Duo grinned down at Heero's flushed face.
"Was that it?" He whispered, unable or unwilling to speak louder. Duo laughed.
"That's it. Why? Were you expecting the earth to move?" Heero didn't reply. The Perfect Soldier commenced dressing. Duo regarded him, studied him curiously. At the door, Heero spoke softly.
"Nimu kanryo." Duo snorted, then grinned as Heero tried to glare through him.
"Eh, Heero," Duo began. Heero softened his glare. "What made you relax? If it's not too personal, I'm just curious."
Heero nodded crisply, spoke one word and left the room, leaving Duo to his confusion.
"You."