Yaoi, little language, bitta violence, tiny angst 1x2, 3x4 hints
Hellloo again!
Thanks sooo much for reviewing, I was like grinning all day! (I know ppl usually get like 20000 but I'm a newbie, I'm still on a high from actually writing the story)
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Chapter Two
Duo squinted as he woke, his eyes opening until only a tiny sliver of them showed. Suddenly a stream of white light shot into them as Duo gave a strangled yelp, and snapped his eyes shut.
A shadow seemed to fall across his shut gaze, blocking out the sun. Curious, Duo opened his eyes fully, and found himself staring straight into a pair of emerald green ones.
"Nghaaa!" He cried.
The eyes remained expressionless, but the lips curved ever so slightly at the corners. "Quatre sent me to wake you, Duo." Trowa murmured with those motionless lips of his.
He extended a slender hand, which Duo clasped gracelessly. He suppressed a yawn, and Trowa yanked him up into a sitting position. Glancing sideways, Duo stared at Heero's empty, pristine bed.
Stretching his sleep-rigid muscles, Duo asked, "Where's Heero?"
"Downstairs."
Duo finally gave in and yawned, his eyes squeezing closed. "Oh." He loosened his muscle control and began sliding down the headboard, preparing to fall back into peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, Trowa caught him beneath the arms, and pulled him back up.
Duo was too lethargic to bother whining. Besides, Trowa was obviously totally willing to do all the work himself. He pulled him up, and hauled him out of bed, so Duo's legs hit the floor with a lazy thump.
Trowa proceeded to tow Duo back with him to Quatre, his feet dragging along the carpet. Wufei chose that moment to walk past. He scowled. "Get up you baka, Yuy probably has a mission."
In a second Duo was fully awake as sarcasm dripped off his tongue. "Oh whoopty doo!"
Trowa paused in mid-pull, and gently lowered Duo to the carpet, who flopped like a stupid rag doll. He didn't feel like talking, and he definitely didn't feel like discussing the latest mission.
Trowa knelt down beside Duo, who was sprawled at irregular angles across the floor. He regarded him with smooth, emotionless globes, and Duo unleashed a bitter laugh, something he rarely did.
"Sorry Trow___" Duo's apology was cut short.
"Is it Heero?"
Duo's violet eyes widened considerably, and he ducked his head, hiding the film of water that was swelling across his vision. He smiled. "Yeah, guess so."
The curve of Trowa's lips was slightly larger, a 'smile' he usually reserved for Quatre only. "He cares."
If Duo had been standing, he would have melted, no doubt. At that moment he was glad to be slumped on the carpet. His knees felt weak, and so did his smile, shaky, maybe.
Trowa shifted his weight, and stood up swiftly, heading down the stairs. Duo blinked, got up, and shook his head. "Hey Trow!" Duo called
Trowa turned and waited, hand on the railing, observing Duo with quiet reserve.
"Uh, thanks man." Duo said awkwardly.
The other boy nodded, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips.
Duo stared at his retreating back.
After a few minutes, he thought. Heero cares for me?
Heero had completed the type-up of his mission report at 4AM. He'd figured one hour's sleep was insufficient for replenishing energy, and so he'd stayed awake all night, awaiting a mission. But there had been no return.
About approximately eight hours had passed, and he'd still received no mission. Heero chose to concentrate on committing the maps, positions, bases and statistics of every Oz base they knew of to memory. He only glanced at the images, as his training had entrenched a photographic memory in his mind.
The other three, Quatre, Wufei and Trowa were eating and chattering. Well Quatre was chattering and eating with his princely manners, Wufei was scowling and drinking water, and Trowa was watching all three of them silently. Heero could relate to Trowa the best.
Heero tuned his ears so that they heard no conversation; he needed no distractions. A trickle of dread seeped through the walls of his mind; the others were becoming emotionally attached by these morning, afternoon and nightly gatherings. He wouldn't. Heero shut off any emotion.
Trowa's relationship with Quatre was a dangerous one, and should be terminated immediately. But it appeared that the only possible chance of separating them was to kill one.
Heero considered: Better one die than two. Then again, the other would be too emotional, too quick to die. No, it was smarter to wait until they were split apart by their own actions.
Heero saw Quatre glance at him out of the corner of his eye. He had tried speaking to Heero when Wufei and Trowa had disappeared for several minutes, but it was futile. Heero hadn't listened to a word the blonde pilot uttered, responding only with the occasional 'Hn,' a reply Heero had constructed with Duo's help.
Speaking of Duo, where was the braided baka? Usually he woke at 10:30 and trudged downstairs in nothing but boxers, shovelled food into his mouth, and teased Wufei into a verbal rant or physical scuffle.
Today though. Heero resisted the urge to lift his eyes from the laptop screen and scan the table.
A split second later, Heero heard heavy, clumsy feet thump noisily down the stairs. He automatically turned his ears off in recognition, and reflex. Duo was to commence his usual morning drivel. Heero tipped his head, mildly confused at his thoughts. They told him, that for some unfathomable reason, he wanted to switch his ears back on.
Heero dismissed his impulses. Hardening his walls, he thrust his thoughts back into the hapless void from whence they had come, and resumed his usual routine.
Heero checked his inbox. No missions yet.
As Duo ambled down the stairs, he caught sight of Heero, typing away on that damned laptop of his. He growled inwardly. He wanted to thrash it into a million pieces, maybe eat it so even Mr Perfect couldn't put it back together. Duo's stomach acid could mush anything, what was a few wires and plastic?
He beamed at the rest of them. Wufei scowled back, and turned back to his water, Trowa simply stared, and Quatre. ah. thank God for Quatre, gave him a meltingly sweet smile.
"Goodmorning!" Duo sung happily.
His eyes passed over Heero. And went straight back again. "Hey Hee-chan, any new missions?" He asked, despite his earlier thoughts.
Duo seated himself, casually grabbing a bread roll and taking a bite of it, using the question as an excuse to stare at Heero's gorgeous face. It didn't bother him in the least that Heero didn't reply, albeit it was odd. Usually the word 'mission' had the same effect 'food' had on Duo. But for some reason Heero wasn't yelling, "when! Where?"
Not that Heero yelled.
Duo repressed a sigh and swallowed the unused air, almost choking on a chunk of bread. Quatre cast him a peculiar look, and Duo tried to grin back. He settled for a smile.
Finally, when Duo had his voice back, he decided to may as well take advantage of the unanswered question to Heero. He popped the last piece of bread in his mouth and swallowed.
Leaning across the table, he audaciously laid a hand on Heero's shoulder and said, "hey Heero."
In a flash Heero spun out of his chair and held his gun at Duo's head.
Duo stared, wide-eyed, into Heero's empty cobalt ones. Someone in the background yelled. "Heero!"
Heero didn't flinch, didn't move. In the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispered, "it's Duo."
Heero lowered his gun.
"What do you want, Duo?" Heero asked coldly.
Duo curbed a shudder, what was with Heero these days?
He shut off his earlier fear and pasted a jaunty smile on his face. "Any new missions, Hee-chan?"
Heero's laptop beeped.
"Hn."
Duo watched in fascination, as Heero's eyes traversed the screen mechanically.
Heero scanned the text, scrolling down with his mouse, because the automatic scroll was too slow for the calibre of his reading.
"The mission requires Trowa and I as the first team."
Duo propped his chin in his hand and closed his eyes, the words not registering. He had stopped listening to Heero's actual words, and was enjoying swimming in Heero's voice when he heard, "-Quatre, Duo and Wu___"
Duo's back went ramrod straight and his eyes popped open, shouting "I'm not with you?" The same time as Quatre cried, "I'm not with Trowa?"
Heero glared at Quatre first, then Duo, his gaze hardening. "No."
Duo mercilessly squelched the twinge of hurt before he felt it. "Well that's cool. Me, Wu and Quat make a great team! Right guys?" He said cheerfully.
Wufei just called him a 'baka', and Quatre was too busy pining for Trowa to give a crap about Duo's embarrassment. Duo sighed. "Yeap, we're the best."
Duo thought he saw sympathy flicker in Wufei's eyes, but it faded before Duo could be sure.
"What time?" Wufei asked.
"09:30 tomorrow morning. We fly over tonight."
"We're flying?!" Duo blurted.
"No you baka, we swim." Wufei drawled. So maybe Duo had been wrong about the sympathy thing.
Duo scrunched his braid in his hand thoughtfully, watching Wufei's face narrow in concern when Duo didn't retort. Duo shrugged and made a little dismissive noise, not really in the mood.
"5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Boom!" Duo shouted, tossing a miniature bomb into the air. Heero was ignoring him, as usual. He was making and configuring the bombs for the mission. Always the stupid mission.
Duo clutched the little bomb again, "5. 4.. 3. 2___"
"Stop, Duo." Heero ordered flatly.
"1. Boom!!!" Duo yelled louder. He was in a provocative mood today, too bad if Heero chose to attack him. If it involved skin-on-skin contact, Duo was more than willing to be an ass.
Duo picked up another bomb, preparing to cast them both in the air at the same time. "5."
"Stop, Duo."
"4. 3.___"
Heero's voice dropped dangerously. "Stop. Duo."
Duo ignored him. "2. 1. BOO___"
Duo was abruptly cut off when Heero whirled and rammed Duo's back into the wall, his hands pinning Duo's arms brutally behind him. Duo whimpered and clenched his eyes shut as pain flared up his spine.
Suddenly he realised that the pain was a small price to pay for Heero's closeness. A rush of lust gripped him as the whole length of Heero's lean, muscled body pressed against him, thigh-to-thigh, face-to-face. Duo gasped as Heero shifted, his thigh slipping between Duo's legs.
The two boys stared at each other, Duo's breathing harsh, but Heero's soft and shallow, teasing against his skin.
Duo bit back a moan as Heero grinded his thigh against Duo's groin, his face contorting in pleasure and pain.
"H-Heero." He stammered breathlessly, disbelievingly.
Heero didn't say anything, but he tightened his hold on Duo, and practically crushed himself against him. Duo threw back his head and moaned, releasing a small whimper when he pulled back. His chest heaved as he looked up into Heero's merciless, cold eyes, which were clouded with. lust?
Heero lowered his chin and he half-growled in that soft, dangerous, oh-so- sexy voice. "Duo."
Duo watched, transfixed as his face came closer. Duo closed his eyes in sweet agony, his blood throbbing in his veins, sensing their lips beginning to shrink the distance between them, close enough to.
The thought was lost as Heero tugged at Duo's arms and caused a jolt of pain to ricochet up his spine.
"Don't bother me, Maxwell." Heero stated coldly. He let go of Duo's arms, and Duo felt a whoosh of cold air hit him, where Heero's form had been only seconds before.
Heero walked back to the table emotionlessly, sitting down as if nothing had happened. He began twirling a fuse.
Duo took a precarious step back, finding only the wall behind him. "I." he shakily turned, his body still burning with desire, his need painful. He glanced once more at Heero, his eyes welling with tears, and then spun and rocketed off, taking two stairs at a time.
Heero attached the fuse to a bomb of gunpowder, magnesium and other basic materials. He ignored Duo, who he could clearly see was shaking. He pushed aside any guilt; so what if he'd hurt Duo. It didn't matter.
"I."
Heero wanted to smirk, Duo Maxwell, lost for words? Well wasn't that a revelation, he wanted to say, it was possible. But every time he thought of doing so, his gut ached like it had been punched. Besides, his body wasn't feeling too stable either.
Heero hadn't known what was happening when he'd pushed Duo up against the wall. It had been the same as always, when Dup annoyed him beyond his tolerance. So why had it felt so different this time?
Why did his skin feel like it was on fire?
Heero had always thought Duo's whimpers and moans were of pain, his pounding heart from fear. But then why had Heero had a difficult time controlling his own heart rate? It had felt so strange.
He jabbed himself with the wire accidentally, and watched, fascinated, as a bead of red bloomed on his finger. What do you know? He was human.
"It's best if you don't think of the boy as human."
"Why not, Doctor J?"
"He has no ability to feel. He's the perfect soldier."
A gasp. "How can you say that?"
"He doesn't care. The perfect soldier isn't human."
Quatre stood silently, his eyes distant. "Duo loves Heero, even if he doesn't know it yet." He said to no one in particular.
He released a contented sigh when warm arms enfolded him in their embrace, sinking against Trowa's chest. "Does Heero love Duo?"
"Maybe, I don't know. The only thing I ever feel from Heero is. anguish. and pain. And then he blocks it before I can figure out why."
"He's healing."
Quatre smiled and turned around, wrapping his slim arms around Trowa's waist. "You're right. And it's Duo who's healing him. As long as Duo continues to treat Heero the way he does, Heero will heal."
Duo plunked on his bed and sniffled, wiping his eyes.
What the hell? Had Heero really had lust in his eyes? Or was Duo simply deluding himself, allowing his fantasy to manifest itself in Duo's mind?
Duo flopped on his back, no longer crying.
Or was it possible, that sexy Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, the ultimate object of Duo's affections, had really been ready to kiss Duo?
No. It wasn't possible. Heero wasn't like that. Duo annoyed Heero didn't he? Of course Heero didn't have feelings for him. Besides, the Perfect Soldier didn't feel, let alone for a 'braided baka.'
Duo sighed. So then. What the fuck, had happened in the kitchen? Duo sniffed again, it had probably just been a stupid dream. His eyes began to fill with tears again. He'd been provoking Heero, then. well.
Duo uttered an, "ugh!" and stomped into the shower room, rubbing a hand across his eyes. He needed to get the 'imaginary' scent of Heero off him, refusing to acknowledge the fact that the shower had to be cold.
Duo slipped out of the bathroom, a towel clinging to his slender hips. He stopped short when he noticed Heero was in the room: changing. Duo gulped and looked away as Heero slid into his standard spandex and tank, sliding his gun into who knew where.
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy___
Heero pivoted and walked over to Duo. Duo felt warmth creep up his cheeks, had Heero known he was watching?
"Pack. We leave in two hours."
Duo swallowed and grinned an ear-to-ear grin that Wufei had dubbed, 'the baka grin.' "Where are we going to?"
"Secluded place." Heero replied dispassionately.
Duo swallowed thickly, when Heero stared away. He watched as Heero shovelled his loads of tanks and shorts (spandex) into a duffel bag.
"Hey Heero?"
"Hn."
"Do you ever wear anything else?" Heero didn't stop until he zipped up the duffel bag.
"I mean, I've never really seen you wear anything else, except for school uniform."
Heero didn't reply, and Duo began idly undoing and doing his braid. "Don't you get cold?"
"I was trained to ignore cold."
Duo swallowed hard when Heero's eyes swept down and up his body, clad in only a towel. His expressionless blue gaze slid back to Duo's face. "You should wear less. Clothing restricts movement."
Wouldn't you like that? Duo wanted to say. Instead, he rolled his eyes and answered. "I like what I wear, you should try it someday Hee-chan."
Or since you never get cold, maybe stick with the spandex. Yeah, go spandex. Spandex all the way.
Duo watched Heero turned his back on him, considering the conversation, finished.
Heero flipped open his laptop and immediately began typing. Duo sighed, perching himself on the end of his bed, bored.
"Hey Heero?"
"Hn."
"Why do you always say 'Hn'?"
'Because I've secretly had the hots for you ever since I met you Duo. Come over here and we'll have hot sex all night long.'
Duo sighed when Heero didn't reply.
Heero continued revising the mission details, ignoring the braided baka's casual glances his way.
Several minutes passed. He felt something, and half-looked over his shoulder. Duo was leaning over him, arms behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"What?"
"Nothing." Duo uttered cheerfully, bending down so his head was over Heero's shoulder. "Just watching you work."
Heero didn't know why he did it, he just did. While Duo hummed a merry tune, he reached up and grabbed the baka's braid, without his eyes ever leaving the screen.
Duo yelped at first and tried to squirm out of his hold. But nothing escaped Heero's grip. "Heero let go!" Duo whined miserably, finally stopping and letting his shoulders sag.
Duo mewed pathetically, pouting like a child as he renewed his struggle against Heero's right hand. He whined even more when he realised he couldn't break free. Duo was about to start begging, when Heero tugged at Duo's braid.
Duo lost his balance and fell forward, toppling into Heero's lap. The breath whooshed out of Duo when he realised where he was, what.?
Heero stared into Duo's wide, vulnerable eyes, surprised at how light the boy was. Duo's violet gaze was misted with confusion and. hope?
"H-Heero?" He blinked, "what's going on?"
Duo blinked again, what was Heero doing? His face was completely impassive, and unreadable, his eyes the same empty cobalt. The only thing that reminded him of the situation was that Heero's fist was still locked around his braid, and he, Duo was in Heero's lap.
Duo's heart raced harder, "What. what are you doing?"
Heero gazed down at Duo.
What am I doing?
Heero tensed. He snapped to his feet, causing Duo to yelp and fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Emotion was a luxury no soldier could afford.
He gave Duo's braid a powerful yank, and Duo whimpered. Heero felt no satisfaction. He stared emotionlessly, and said in that familiar, cold voice. "Your braid is a hazard."
Duo still looked confused, and then his eyes became huge.
NO! Duo shouted inside himself.
He tried to scurry backwards, but Heero gave a vicious jerk and wrenched him back, pulling so hard it brought tears to Duo's eyes. So that was what Heero had been trying to do. It was all a scheme to cut off Duo's braid.
Duo froze under Heero's inhuman gaze.
He tried to crawl away again, but Heero just pulled him back. "No Heero!" He shouted, his voice dry with fear.
"I won't let you! This is all I have!"
Duo tried to get to his feet, but was roughly slammed back to the floor. He turned, his eyes burning with tears. "Please Heero!" He pleaded. "I don't care how dangerous this is! This is all I have!"
Heero said nothing, so Duo struggled, worse than before. Duo thrashed so hard, he didn't even care if he ripped out a few strands of hair in the process.
But Heero had always been stronger; he'd always been more powerful.
Duo looked up pleadingly.
One moment, Duo kneeling on the carpet, the next, Heero had pushed him backward, and was on top of him, pinning Duo's body. Duo's heartbeat went frantic as he writhed furiously, trying to push Heero off him.
Duo's fist swung out, but Heero caught it with practiced ease. He swiftly locked both wrists in one hand.
"No Heero, please!" Duo cried, his cheeks tear-stained. "Please don't!"
Heero stared at Duo. If he cut Duo's braid, it would strip the baka of all his illusions of friendship forever. It hadn't even occurred to him before now.
"Don't Heero!"
Heero's heart turned over inside his chest.
"Please Heero." Duo cried, begged.
Heero reached for the scissors.
Caring was a dangerous emotion. And Heero cared. He mercilessly ripped the emotion from his mind, no distractions.
"Heero!" Duo whimpered as Heero tightened his grip. A set of fresh tears flowed down his cheeks. "Please don't Heero! God Please don't!" He pleaded, but Heero was so much stronger, and his eyes were so cold, so unfeeling.
He struggled convulsively, fear wracking his body so that he no longer felt anything except blind-terror. Heero pressed down harder on the boy, forcing him to lay still. But Duo wouldn't stop, he wouldn't!
"Heero! Please!" Duo pleaded again.
Heero ignored him.
"Heero! Please!"
Heero switched off his ears to Duo's cries. He threaded his fingers through the scissor's plastic loops.
"No Heero, don't!" The tears were flowing so freely now.
"No Heero! Let me go! Please don't! Don't Heero!" Duo raised his voice in desperation when Heero picked up the long braid. "Heero STOP!!!"
Quatre dashed into the room with Trowa behind him.
He stared at the scene before him and his eyes grew cold.
Quatre's voice was harder than Duo had ever heard it, "get up, Heero."
Heero raised his eyes up and stared into the barrel of Quatre's gun.
The End of Chapter 2
Chow chow ppl! Next chapters up in sayyy a day minimum, might be three ( (depends on homework - stupid skool)
Btw, was that too emotional? - the Blubbering Duo - coz I'm willing to change it. Also, I know its kinda gay how there's no Heero getting all emotional before, so say the word and ill insert it in!
Bibi
Hellloo again!
Thanks sooo much for reviewing, I was like grinning all day! (I know ppl usually get like 20000 but I'm a newbie, I'm still on a high from actually writing the story)
I know you don't care about my replies to reviewers but that's besides the point! Thank u sooo much, u have no ideea how much inspiration, I got when I read the reviews, but I had to go out and I couldn't post it, that's why it took like another stupid day. So I added on and made it longer!
Chapter Two
Duo squinted as he woke, his eyes opening until only a tiny sliver of them showed. Suddenly a stream of white light shot into them as Duo gave a strangled yelp, and snapped his eyes shut.
A shadow seemed to fall across his shut gaze, blocking out the sun. Curious, Duo opened his eyes fully, and found himself staring straight into a pair of emerald green ones.
"Nghaaa!" He cried.
The eyes remained expressionless, but the lips curved ever so slightly at the corners. "Quatre sent me to wake you, Duo." Trowa murmured with those motionless lips of his.
He extended a slender hand, which Duo clasped gracelessly. He suppressed a yawn, and Trowa yanked him up into a sitting position. Glancing sideways, Duo stared at Heero's empty, pristine bed.
Stretching his sleep-rigid muscles, Duo asked, "Where's Heero?"
"Downstairs."
Duo finally gave in and yawned, his eyes squeezing closed. "Oh." He loosened his muscle control and began sliding down the headboard, preparing to fall back into peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, Trowa caught him beneath the arms, and pulled him back up.
Duo was too lethargic to bother whining. Besides, Trowa was obviously totally willing to do all the work himself. He pulled him up, and hauled him out of bed, so Duo's legs hit the floor with a lazy thump.
Trowa proceeded to tow Duo back with him to Quatre, his feet dragging along the carpet. Wufei chose that moment to walk past. He scowled. "Get up you baka, Yuy probably has a mission."
In a second Duo was fully awake as sarcasm dripped off his tongue. "Oh whoopty doo!"
Trowa paused in mid-pull, and gently lowered Duo to the carpet, who flopped like a stupid rag doll. He didn't feel like talking, and he definitely didn't feel like discussing the latest mission.
Trowa knelt down beside Duo, who was sprawled at irregular angles across the floor. He regarded him with smooth, emotionless globes, and Duo unleashed a bitter laugh, something he rarely did.
"Sorry Trow___" Duo's apology was cut short.
"Is it Heero?"
Duo's violet eyes widened considerably, and he ducked his head, hiding the film of water that was swelling across his vision. He smiled. "Yeah, guess so."
The curve of Trowa's lips was slightly larger, a 'smile' he usually reserved for Quatre only. "He cares."
If Duo had been standing, he would have melted, no doubt. At that moment he was glad to be slumped on the carpet. His knees felt weak, and so did his smile, shaky, maybe.
Trowa shifted his weight, and stood up swiftly, heading down the stairs. Duo blinked, got up, and shook his head. "Hey Trow!" Duo called
Trowa turned and waited, hand on the railing, observing Duo with quiet reserve.
"Uh, thanks man." Duo said awkwardly.
The other boy nodded, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips.
Duo stared at his retreating back.
After a few minutes, he thought. Heero cares for me?
Heero had completed the type-up of his mission report at 4AM. He'd figured one hour's sleep was insufficient for replenishing energy, and so he'd stayed awake all night, awaiting a mission. But there had been no return.
About approximately eight hours had passed, and he'd still received no mission. Heero chose to concentrate on committing the maps, positions, bases and statistics of every Oz base they knew of to memory. He only glanced at the images, as his training had entrenched a photographic memory in his mind.
The other three, Quatre, Wufei and Trowa were eating and chattering. Well Quatre was chattering and eating with his princely manners, Wufei was scowling and drinking water, and Trowa was watching all three of them silently. Heero could relate to Trowa the best.
Heero tuned his ears so that they heard no conversation; he needed no distractions. A trickle of dread seeped through the walls of his mind; the others were becoming emotionally attached by these morning, afternoon and nightly gatherings. He wouldn't. Heero shut off any emotion.
Trowa's relationship with Quatre was a dangerous one, and should be terminated immediately. But it appeared that the only possible chance of separating them was to kill one.
Heero considered: Better one die than two. Then again, the other would be too emotional, too quick to die. No, it was smarter to wait until they were split apart by their own actions.
Heero saw Quatre glance at him out of the corner of his eye. He had tried speaking to Heero when Wufei and Trowa had disappeared for several minutes, but it was futile. Heero hadn't listened to a word the blonde pilot uttered, responding only with the occasional 'Hn,' a reply Heero had constructed with Duo's help.
Speaking of Duo, where was the braided baka? Usually he woke at 10:30 and trudged downstairs in nothing but boxers, shovelled food into his mouth, and teased Wufei into a verbal rant or physical scuffle.
Today though. Heero resisted the urge to lift his eyes from the laptop screen and scan the table.
A split second later, Heero heard heavy, clumsy feet thump noisily down the stairs. He automatically turned his ears off in recognition, and reflex. Duo was to commence his usual morning drivel. Heero tipped his head, mildly confused at his thoughts. They told him, that for some unfathomable reason, he wanted to switch his ears back on.
Heero dismissed his impulses. Hardening his walls, he thrust his thoughts back into the hapless void from whence they had come, and resumed his usual routine.
Heero checked his inbox. No missions yet.
As Duo ambled down the stairs, he caught sight of Heero, typing away on that damned laptop of his. He growled inwardly. He wanted to thrash it into a million pieces, maybe eat it so even Mr Perfect couldn't put it back together. Duo's stomach acid could mush anything, what was a few wires and plastic?
He beamed at the rest of them. Wufei scowled back, and turned back to his water, Trowa simply stared, and Quatre. ah. thank God for Quatre, gave him a meltingly sweet smile.
"Goodmorning!" Duo sung happily.
His eyes passed over Heero. And went straight back again. "Hey Hee-chan, any new missions?" He asked, despite his earlier thoughts.
Duo seated himself, casually grabbing a bread roll and taking a bite of it, using the question as an excuse to stare at Heero's gorgeous face. It didn't bother him in the least that Heero didn't reply, albeit it was odd. Usually the word 'mission' had the same effect 'food' had on Duo. But for some reason Heero wasn't yelling, "when! Where?"
Not that Heero yelled.
Duo repressed a sigh and swallowed the unused air, almost choking on a chunk of bread. Quatre cast him a peculiar look, and Duo tried to grin back. He settled for a smile.
Finally, when Duo had his voice back, he decided to may as well take advantage of the unanswered question to Heero. He popped the last piece of bread in his mouth and swallowed.
Leaning across the table, he audaciously laid a hand on Heero's shoulder and said, "hey Heero."
In a flash Heero spun out of his chair and held his gun at Duo's head.
Duo stared, wide-eyed, into Heero's empty cobalt ones. Someone in the background yelled. "Heero!"
Heero didn't flinch, didn't move. In the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispered, "it's Duo."
Heero lowered his gun.
"What do you want, Duo?" Heero asked coldly.
Duo curbed a shudder, what was with Heero these days?
He shut off his earlier fear and pasted a jaunty smile on his face. "Any new missions, Hee-chan?"
Heero's laptop beeped.
"Hn."
Duo watched in fascination, as Heero's eyes traversed the screen mechanically.
Heero scanned the text, scrolling down with his mouse, because the automatic scroll was too slow for the calibre of his reading.
"The mission requires Trowa and I as the first team."
Duo propped his chin in his hand and closed his eyes, the words not registering. He had stopped listening to Heero's actual words, and was enjoying swimming in Heero's voice when he heard, "-Quatre, Duo and Wu___"
Duo's back went ramrod straight and his eyes popped open, shouting "I'm not with you?" The same time as Quatre cried, "I'm not with Trowa?"
Heero glared at Quatre first, then Duo, his gaze hardening. "No."
Duo mercilessly squelched the twinge of hurt before he felt it. "Well that's cool. Me, Wu and Quat make a great team! Right guys?" He said cheerfully.
Wufei just called him a 'baka', and Quatre was too busy pining for Trowa to give a crap about Duo's embarrassment. Duo sighed. "Yeap, we're the best."
Duo thought he saw sympathy flicker in Wufei's eyes, but it faded before Duo could be sure.
"What time?" Wufei asked.
"09:30 tomorrow morning. We fly over tonight."
"We're flying?!" Duo blurted.
"No you baka, we swim." Wufei drawled. So maybe Duo had been wrong about the sympathy thing.
Duo scrunched his braid in his hand thoughtfully, watching Wufei's face narrow in concern when Duo didn't retort. Duo shrugged and made a little dismissive noise, not really in the mood.
"5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Boom!" Duo shouted, tossing a miniature bomb into the air. Heero was ignoring him, as usual. He was making and configuring the bombs for the mission. Always the stupid mission.
Duo clutched the little bomb again, "5. 4.. 3. 2___"
"Stop, Duo." Heero ordered flatly.
"1. Boom!!!" Duo yelled louder. He was in a provocative mood today, too bad if Heero chose to attack him. If it involved skin-on-skin contact, Duo was more than willing to be an ass.
Duo picked up another bomb, preparing to cast them both in the air at the same time. "5."
"Stop, Duo."
"4. 3.___"
Heero's voice dropped dangerously. "Stop. Duo."
Duo ignored him. "2. 1. BOO___"
Duo was abruptly cut off when Heero whirled and rammed Duo's back into the wall, his hands pinning Duo's arms brutally behind him. Duo whimpered and clenched his eyes shut as pain flared up his spine.
Suddenly he realised that the pain was a small price to pay for Heero's closeness. A rush of lust gripped him as the whole length of Heero's lean, muscled body pressed against him, thigh-to-thigh, face-to-face. Duo gasped as Heero shifted, his thigh slipping between Duo's legs.
The two boys stared at each other, Duo's breathing harsh, but Heero's soft and shallow, teasing against his skin.
Duo bit back a moan as Heero grinded his thigh against Duo's groin, his face contorting in pleasure and pain.
"H-Heero." He stammered breathlessly, disbelievingly.
Heero didn't say anything, but he tightened his hold on Duo, and practically crushed himself against him. Duo threw back his head and moaned, releasing a small whimper when he pulled back. His chest heaved as he looked up into Heero's merciless, cold eyes, which were clouded with. lust?
Heero lowered his chin and he half-growled in that soft, dangerous, oh-so- sexy voice. "Duo."
Duo watched, transfixed as his face came closer. Duo closed his eyes in sweet agony, his blood throbbing in his veins, sensing their lips beginning to shrink the distance between them, close enough to.
The thought was lost as Heero tugged at Duo's arms and caused a jolt of pain to ricochet up his spine.
"Don't bother me, Maxwell." Heero stated coldly. He let go of Duo's arms, and Duo felt a whoosh of cold air hit him, where Heero's form had been only seconds before.
Heero walked back to the table emotionlessly, sitting down as if nothing had happened. He began twirling a fuse.
Duo took a precarious step back, finding only the wall behind him. "I." he shakily turned, his body still burning with desire, his need painful. He glanced once more at Heero, his eyes welling with tears, and then spun and rocketed off, taking two stairs at a time.
Heero attached the fuse to a bomb of gunpowder, magnesium and other basic materials. He ignored Duo, who he could clearly see was shaking. He pushed aside any guilt; so what if he'd hurt Duo. It didn't matter.
"I."
Heero wanted to smirk, Duo Maxwell, lost for words? Well wasn't that a revelation, he wanted to say, it was possible. But every time he thought of doing so, his gut ached like it had been punched. Besides, his body wasn't feeling too stable either.
Heero hadn't known what was happening when he'd pushed Duo up against the wall. It had been the same as always, when Dup annoyed him beyond his tolerance. So why had it felt so different this time?
Why did his skin feel like it was on fire?
Heero had always thought Duo's whimpers and moans were of pain, his pounding heart from fear. But then why had Heero had a difficult time controlling his own heart rate? It had felt so strange.
He jabbed himself with the wire accidentally, and watched, fascinated, as a bead of red bloomed on his finger. What do you know? He was human.
"It's best if you don't think of the boy as human."
"Why not, Doctor J?"
"He has no ability to feel. He's the perfect soldier."
A gasp. "How can you say that?"
"He doesn't care. The perfect soldier isn't human."
Quatre stood silently, his eyes distant. "Duo loves Heero, even if he doesn't know it yet." He said to no one in particular.
He released a contented sigh when warm arms enfolded him in their embrace, sinking against Trowa's chest. "Does Heero love Duo?"
"Maybe, I don't know. The only thing I ever feel from Heero is. anguish. and pain. And then he blocks it before I can figure out why."
"He's healing."
Quatre smiled and turned around, wrapping his slim arms around Trowa's waist. "You're right. And it's Duo who's healing him. As long as Duo continues to treat Heero the way he does, Heero will heal."
Duo plunked on his bed and sniffled, wiping his eyes.
What the hell? Had Heero really had lust in his eyes? Or was Duo simply deluding himself, allowing his fantasy to manifest itself in Duo's mind?
Duo flopped on his back, no longer crying.
Or was it possible, that sexy Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, the ultimate object of Duo's affections, had really been ready to kiss Duo?
No. It wasn't possible. Heero wasn't like that. Duo annoyed Heero didn't he? Of course Heero didn't have feelings for him. Besides, the Perfect Soldier didn't feel, let alone for a 'braided baka.'
Duo sighed. So then. What the fuck, had happened in the kitchen? Duo sniffed again, it had probably just been a stupid dream. His eyes began to fill with tears again. He'd been provoking Heero, then. well.
Duo uttered an, "ugh!" and stomped into the shower room, rubbing a hand across his eyes. He needed to get the 'imaginary' scent of Heero off him, refusing to acknowledge the fact that the shower had to be cold.
Duo slipped out of the bathroom, a towel clinging to his slender hips. He stopped short when he noticed Heero was in the room: changing. Duo gulped and looked away as Heero slid into his standard spandex and tank, sliding his gun into who knew where.
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy___
Heero pivoted and walked over to Duo. Duo felt warmth creep up his cheeks, had Heero known he was watching?
"Pack. We leave in two hours."
Duo swallowed and grinned an ear-to-ear grin that Wufei had dubbed, 'the baka grin.' "Where are we going to?"
"Secluded place." Heero replied dispassionately.
Duo swallowed thickly, when Heero stared away. He watched as Heero shovelled his loads of tanks and shorts (spandex) into a duffel bag.
"Hey Heero?"
"Hn."
"Do you ever wear anything else?" Heero didn't stop until he zipped up the duffel bag.
"I mean, I've never really seen you wear anything else, except for school uniform."
Heero didn't reply, and Duo began idly undoing and doing his braid. "Don't you get cold?"
"I was trained to ignore cold."
Duo swallowed hard when Heero's eyes swept down and up his body, clad in only a towel. His expressionless blue gaze slid back to Duo's face. "You should wear less. Clothing restricts movement."
Wouldn't you like that? Duo wanted to say. Instead, he rolled his eyes and answered. "I like what I wear, you should try it someday Hee-chan."
Or since you never get cold, maybe stick with the spandex. Yeah, go spandex. Spandex all the way.
Duo watched Heero turned his back on him, considering the conversation, finished.
Heero flipped open his laptop and immediately began typing. Duo sighed, perching himself on the end of his bed, bored.
"Hey Heero?"
"Hn."
"Why do you always say 'Hn'?"
'Because I've secretly had the hots for you ever since I met you Duo. Come over here and we'll have hot sex all night long.'
Duo sighed when Heero didn't reply.
Heero continued revising the mission details, ignoring the braided baka's casual glances his way.
Several minutes passed. He felt something, and half-looked over his shoulder. Duo was leaning over him, arms behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"What?"
"Nothing." Duo uttered cheerfully, bending down so his head was over Heero's shoulder. "Just watching you work."
Heero didn't know why he did it, he just did. While Duo hummed a merry tune, he reached up and grabbed the baka's braid, without his eyes ever leaving the screen.
Duo yelped at first and tried to squirm out of his hold. But nothing escaped Heero's grip. "Heero let go!" Duo whined miserably, finally stopping and letting his shoulders sag.
Duo mewed pathetically, pouting like a child as he renewed his struggle against Heero's right hand. He whined even more when he realised he couldn't break free. Duo was about to start begging, when Heero tugged at Duo's braid.
Duo lost his balance and fell forward, toppling into Heero's lap. The breath whooshed out of Duo when he realised where he was, what.?
Heero stared into Duo's wide, vulnerable eyes, surprised at how light the boy was. Duo's violet gaze was misted with confusion and. hope?
"H-Heero?" He blinked, "what's going on?"
Duo blinked again, what was Heero doing? His face was completely impassive, and unreadable, his eyes the same empty cobalt. The only thing that reminded him of the situation was that Heero's fist was still locked around his braid, and he, Duo was in Heero's lap.
Duo's heart raced harder, "What. what are you doing?"
Heero gazed down at Duo.
What am I doing?
Heero tensed. He snapped to his feet, causing Duo to yelp and fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Emotion was a luxury no soldier could afford.
He gave Duo's braid a powerful yank, and Duo whimpered. Heero felt no satisfaction. He stared emotionlessly, and said in that familiar, cold voice. "Your braid is a hazard."
Duo still looked confused, and then his eyes became huge.
NO! Duo shouted inside himself.
He tried to scurry backwards, but Heero gave a vicious jerk and wrenched him back, pulling so hard it brought tears to Duo's eyes. So that was what Heero had been trying to do. It was all a scheme to cut off Duo's braid.
Duo froze under Heero's inhuman gaze.
He tried to crawl away again, but Heero just pulled him back. "No Heero!" He shouted, his voice dry with fear.
"I won't let you! This is all I have!"
Duo tried to get to his feet, but was roughly slammed back to the floor. He turned, his eyes burning with tears. "Please Heero!" He pleaded. "I don't care how dangerous this is! This is all I have!"
Heero said nothing, so Duo struggled, worse than before. Duo thrashed so hard, he didn't even care if he ripped out a few strands of hair in the process.
But Heero had always been stronger; he'd always been more powerful.
Duo looked up pleadingly.
One moment, Duo kneeling on the carpet, the next, Heero had pushed him backward, and was on top of him, pinning Duo's body. Duo's heartbeat went frantic as he writhed furiously, trying to push Heero off him.
Duo's fist swung out, but Heero caught it with practiced ease. He swiftly locked both wrists in one hand.
"No Heero, please!" Duo cried, his cheeks tear-stained. "Please don't!"
Heero stared at Duo. If he cut Duo's braid, it would strip the baka of all his illusions of friendship forever. It hadn't even occurred to him before now.
"Don't Heero!"
Heero's heart turned over inside his chest.
"Please Heero." Duo cried, begged.
Heero reached for the scissors.
Caring was a dangerous emotion. And Heero cared. He mercilessly ripped the emotion from his mind, no distractions.
"Heero!" Duo whimpered as Heero tightened his grip. A set of fresh tears flowed down his cheeks. "Please don't Heero! God Please don't!" He pleaded, but Heero was so much stronger, and his eyes were so cold, so unfeeling.
He struggled convulsively, fear wracking his body so that he no longer felt anything except blind-terror. Heero pressed down harder on the boy, forcing him to lay still. But Duo wouldn't stop, he wouldn't!
"Heero! Please!" Duo pleaded again.
Heero ignored him.
"Heero! Please!"
Heero switched off his ears to Duo's cries. He threaded his fingers through the scissor's plastic loops.
"No Heero, don't!" The tears were flowing so freely now.
"No Heero! Let me go! Please don't! Don't Heero!" Duo raised his voice in desperation when Heero picked up the long braid. "Heero STOP!!!"
Quatre dashed into the room with Trowa behind him.
He stared at the scene before him and his eyes grew cold.
Quatre's voice was harder than Duo had ever heard it, "get up, Heero."
Heero raised his eyes up and stared into the barrel of Quatre's gun.
The End of Chapter 2
Chow chow ppl! Next chapters up in sayyy a day minimum, might be three ( (depends on homework - stupid skool)
Btw, was that too emotional? - the Blubbering Duo - coz I'm willing to change it. Also, I know its kinda gay how there's no Heero getting all emotional before, so say the word and ill insert it in!
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