The Vampire Heero
Part Two
By Lady AngelFiren

We arrived at the entrance to the dreaded place and walked in with no problems. I stepped in line to get my food, and Heero moved to the tables, occupied by a horde of screaming, laughing teenagers.

/No! I need him here with me! That's the whole reason I brought him!/ My mind began to panic frantically searching for a way to get him in line with me.

"Heero!" I called, not sounding at all like myself, "Heero, aren't you hungry?"

He shook his head and continued briskly towards a table. A few kids sitting there saw him coming and made a hasty retreat, practically scrambling out of his way with frenzied effort. Unlike myself, nobody fucked with Heero Yuy. He sat with his back to me, and I turned to continue my wait, sighing to myself. Karl was right in front of me, smiling maliciously.

/Oh shit./

I considered my options, because the gleam in his eyes said 'payback', and it didn't really matter that there wasn't much _to_ pay back, I was in for it anyway. I could play fuck toy to Karl, or I could leave the line, which would only attract Heero's attention and effectively seal my fate for the future. I could also ask Heero for his help. Oh, and I could always take the big, burly, heavy-chested freight train out myself, and what a commotion that would cause. Great choices.

Well, asking for help and leaving were out of the question, because either way Heero would get involved, and I had way too much pride for that. I also couldn't hurt him, as that would draw attention, and blow my cover, which would result in my death anyway, thanks to Spandex Boy. So, I had to let him do whatever he wanted to me. Disgusting.

He grabbed me roughly and kissed me, bruising my lips and invading my mouth with his tongue and that gawd-awful, moldy taste. My stomach flip-flopped wildly, but I clenched it tightly, refusing to blow chunks in his face, as much as I'd have liked to. He broke the kiss, but gripped my shoulders tightly, pulling me to him. It was awkward, because he towered more than a foot over my head, and had to bend as he put his face right into mine, smiling all the while. He wore a sickly expression, his skin being waxen as his eyes sparkled darkly, which were tiny compared to the sheer bulk of his head, accentuated by the thick, muscular neck. His teeth showed through, and they were just as perfectly straight as ever, and just as grimy.

"Hey slut, why don't you call your macho friend over here to stop me? Because you have too much pride, right?"

/Yes./ I thought, feeling horribly weak all over.

"Is it because you actually _like_ this? Huh? So you like it when I kiss you? Well, you'll like it better when I fuck you. Dry."

/Oh God Is he right? Do I actually get off on this? That's disgusting! But why _do_ I let my pride stop Heero from helping me, when I won't help myself? Still, I won't let him make me his fuck toy. I'd rather kill myself./

Karl had one thick arm wrapped around my waist now, and the other was busily groping my nether parts. I shuddered visibly with horrified disgust as I grew hard under his fingers.

/Please, please stop it./ I begged mentally and squeezed my eyes shut as he kissed me again. His sour olive breath filled me once more, and as before, nobody cared or even noticed what was going on, how he was violating me. We were still a fair distance from the end of the food line; the monstrous teen had plenty of time to fondle and hurt me, and my mind had ample time to further bury itself in confusion and uneasiness.

Karl gripped my waist and continued to play with my balls through my pants, now squeezing a little too hard if I showed my revulsion in any manner. A pained squeak would escape me, along with a hurt look, every time that he did this. He took me aggressively by the shoulder and forced me out of the line, across the cafeteria to a corner where far fewer people would see what he was doing, although nobody would have stopped him. I was filled with plain fear as I thought what it was he wouldn't want _this_ school to see. I trembled intuitively.

"On your knees, slut," he commanded, pushing me down to the floor in front of him. Tears threatened me, but I bit down on my inner cheek, forcing them to retreat. He'd never gone this far before. I was scared.

"Undo my pants and suck my dick. And if you try to escape or hurt me, I'll rip off your balls and that braid of yours, and make you eat 'em. Got it?"

There was no room for argument in his tone. I considered escape, but I seriously believed that he'd hold true to his words. If not my manhood, then at least my hair. It was hard for me to think that I was willing to suck dick for a stupid braid, but I refused to lose my hair. It meant far more than a blow job.

I shuddered and knelt steadily, moving to undo his pants with shaking fingers. I saw that he was already quite hard, and the thought of him crammed down my throat and coming only served to further sicken me. Unzipping him, I eased his boxers over the grotesquely huge, stiff, and dripping member that belonged to the towering monster before whom I stooped, absolutely disgusted with myself. I tried (unsuccessfully) to ignore what I was doing as I lowered my mouth towards him. I was trembling violently.

Suddenly, he cried out in pain, and he was laying on the floor with Heero on top of him. One of his massive arms was obviously broken, lying limply twisted, bruised and swelling rapidly. I could never have done that. Sure, I'd knock him down, but to so quickly and effortlessly disable him, impossible. Yet here was Heero, having mutilated and arm in a mere instant! He destroyed Karl's face with two solid punches, and to top it off, kicked the creature, who was screaming and crying through his broken jaw and nose, right in the balls, hard enough to destroy any chance he'd ever have to be a father. People hadn't really noticed, until they heard the horrible cry he loosed when kicked. It was like a mixture of a cat and a bird being hit by a truck, whining and horrible. Still, they kept their distance. Heero was known to be dangerous, and here he was proving it to everybody. They weren't about to mess with him.

Heero walked over to me, and I felt embarrassed enough to die as I saw the confused look cross his face. He didn't understand why I'd let Karl do that to me when I could easily have defended myself. I was still shaking badly, and the tears were inevitable. He stood over me for a puzzled moment, before scooping me up and carrying me off.

It was frightening to be in his arms, his grasp so strong that I appeared to weigh nothing. I looked up at him and saw a strangely reflective gleam in his eyes, which brought my thoughts back to the very same gleam I'd seen in them before he was fully awake. It was almost like a thin mirror coated them, but he blinked, and it was gone, replaced by deep cobalt blue.

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Heero didn't bring me to a nurse or the principal or anything. Rather, he took me back to our room immediately, and lay me in my bed. I was still shaking rather violently, so he pulled the blankets up to my chin and brought me a glass of water. I drank greedily, wiping tears from my face in a self-conscious gesture, hoping he hadn't seen them, but I knew he had. I thought about what his opinion of me must be, and the tears began to streak down my cheeks once more.

Heero looked at me a little, then went over to his bed and pulled the drapes shut. He returned to me and sat on the edge of my bed, remaining silent, but continuing to stare at me. His eyes communicated his wishes that I be ok, and he watched every move I made as I fumbled with my fingers, suddenly very nervous under his surveillance.

"What happened?" he asked when I'd settled.

/Oh great question mastermind, why the hell did you have to ask that? Isn't it kind of obvious? Or would you rather I further humiliate myself by telling you everything? D'uh, he grabs me and hits me, and today he wanted me to suck him off. Happens all the time, please don't make me do this./

I closed my eyes and tried to think of what to tell him. I knew he wasn't exactly accustomed to conversation, especially if it involved emotion. I also knew how relentless he was when he had his mind set on something.

"Heero, don't worry about it. Thanks for helping me and all, but I could have dealt with it. I have to go to class now, alright?"

I had figured out from experience, that the only way around him was to treat his simple, one-track mind as exactly that, by trying to focus it elsewhere. It sometimes helped if I spoke to him as if he were younger, being affirmative, but a little soft. Today he had other plans; I tried to get up, and he held me down.

/Damn it./

"No, tell me what happened, and why you didn't do something about it. Obviously, you're not 'fine'. You cried. You never cry, unless you think no one is watching. What's going on?" Heero's tone was forceful, but a little quavery. I think he was as afraid to ask as I was to answer.

"How would you know if I ever cry?" I was puzzled that he knew this. Was he always watching me?

"Sometimes I hear you at night, when we should be sleeping, and you often cry in your sleep, but its not just that. You've been different lately, quieter. And you have bruises on your arms, and other places. Why do you let people hit you? What is wrong, Duo?"

My fellow pilot's deep, insightful questions frightened me. If Heero, of all people, could see these things, then could everyone? And what did he think of me now, after this show of weakness? I broke down (I'd barely put up a fight, sadly) and began to babble on about everything, sobbing gracelessly into my hands.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything about this. You're right. I do let Karl and his friends hit me and assault me, and I don't tell you or anybody. I know its stupid, but I just cannot let other people see this. I'm supposed to be the happy guy, and if I'm moping over my own problems, then I can't help anybody. I don't know how much you saw today, but its normal. He likes to pinch, tease, kiss, grope, you know, but I'm used to it. Now, he's gonna be really mad, and he'll probably punish me. I wish you wouldn't have done that Heero, but don't sweat it, I'll get over it. Have to, always do. Gotta save the world and everything. Gotta save people like Karl by killing Oz soldiers, half of whom are probably nice, decent guys, with a family and a future. That really pisses me off, but I just don't care anymore. Might as well let Karl have his way with me, then get blown up, and no one will remember I was ever here."

I couldn't believe I'd just said that, I didn't think I had that much self pity inside of me, and I didn't even know I was that upset about things, until I'd gone and blurted everything to Heero. He could think what he wanted, I knew I was right. My life was pointless. No one would miss me when I was gone, except maybe Karl, who'd have to find a new little 'slut' to play with. Let someone have some fun with me, at least they'd be happy.

Heero closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He looked up at me, a broken, hurt look in his eyes. "Duo, I don't think you can begin to understand how wrong you are. Quit letting people walk all over you. You are important. Life is so short, try and be happy. Go after what _you_ want while you can."

He pulled me into his arms and pressed me gently against his chest, and I cried out my sorrow. His embrace was so strong, I couldn't have escaped if I'd wanted to, but It was so tender and gentle that I was absolutely shocked by him. Nevertheless, I cried into him, loving the unnaturally soft skin, his smell, and the soothing touch of one hand as he drew it through my hair and rubbed my back.

After awhile, I settled and just lay there, clutching him tightly, afraid to let go. I felt a cool wetness drop onto my cheek, and I looked up curiously. His eyes brimmed with tears. They streaked down his cheeks and slid down his neck. The tears were thick, and had a familiar, yet somehow strange scent. They were also a deep crimson, like blood.

"Heero, what-" he quickly shut his eyes and released me, then ran into the washroom and slammed the door, locking it with an audible 'click'.

/What's going on?/ I pondered silently. The tear that had fallen onto my cheek trickled downward, itching my skin a little, because it was such a tiny, quivering drop of liquid. I wiped it with a finger, then stuck the finger into my mouth. Definitely blood.

/Why are you crying? And why do you cry blood? Heero, what is happening here?

I took my schoolbag, and went to first period.