1x2 almost lemon, 3x4 teeny bit, occasional swearing, wufei weirdness
This is gonna sound like complete bull, but hey, its not like u guys actually care why its umm 2 weeks late, but im saying anyway. Tripped on the cables and basically yanked out the pieces, heh heh heh, smart I know.
But neway, the plots like not much right now. Just duo/hee-chan getting together. But I have a plot yknow, there r teeeeeenny hints in this chap of it.
Ooo and thanks to reviewers!!!
Tadaa.
Chapter Five
Duo clambered noisily down the stairs, clad in nothing but his boxers, with his braid swinging generously behind him. His eyes were only discernible as tiny slits, narrowing his vision to about five percent of the stairway, which was probably why he missed the fact that it bared no railing.
He closed his eyes tight and yawned drowsily. He opened them, only given a moment's warning before he smacked straight into a pole. Duo sneezed and staggered back, shaking his head to clear it. Then he tramped around the pole, and continued walking.
"Mornin' Wuffie," Duo greeted cheerfully.
Wufei growled something about if Duo touched him he'd kick his ass. Duo plopped down next to him and draped an arm around Wufei's shoulders, waiting for his fav spar-partner to get extra feisty.
He was about to toy with Wufei's cute black ponytail, when something jarred his memory. "Hey Wu-man?"
Wufei ignored him, but Duo continued anyway. "Why is there a pole in the stairway?"
"In case Yuy returns." Wufei responded neutrally, but Duo didn't miss the undertone of venom.
Duo 'eeped', maybe he could prevent a fistfight if he acted prudently. Unthinking, Duo snatched a piece of Wufei's breakfast and popped it in his mouth before the chinese boy could stop him.
He grinned at Wufei's glare, his cheeks bulging, and gulped the portion down in mid-choke.
"Where'd he go?" Duo asked casually, rubbing his throat.
"To finish the mission."
Duo eyed the plate, and grabbed another piece of food. He retracted back to his seat and sat there, chewing this time. Duo gulped dangerously when he remembered why Wufei harboured hatred for the Perfect Soldier. He had to straighten things out before Wufei... hit Heero with a pole? Weird.
"Umm, Wufei, about Heero." Duo squirmed awkwardly in his chair. Wufei's eyes always had that effect on him. "You see, that night, when uh..."
"When Yuy was raping you?"
"Yeap - that one." Duo shrunk instinctively into his chair, his fingers automatically reached for his scraggly braid. "Ya see," he began.
"Heero kinda..." Duo bit his lip and muttered, "Wasn't..."
Duo clenched his eyes shut, fully expecting Wufei's fist.
"Baka, open your eyes." Wufei responded, sounding slightly amused.
Duo didn't trust him; Wufei probably just wanted to blind, as well as bruise him. He heard Wufei resume eating. Duo didn't move, listening to the clink-clink of cutlery to plate. Duo stayed like that for five minutes, before Wufei gave an exaggerated sigh and revealed.
"Duo, I already knew."
Duo opened one wary violet eye. "You did?"
"Yes." Before Duo could form the question, Wufei answered, "Trowa explained."
"So you won't hit me?" Duo squeaked hopefully.
"Maybe later."
Duo glanced at the staircase and scratched his head. "Well if you don't want to bash Yuy___ I mean Heero," he hastily amended, "why the pole?"
Wufei just stared at him. He turned back to his food and began eating again, ignoring the other.
"Wuffie?" Duo questioned.
Wufei stopped in mid-chew, swallowed gracefully and turned to look at the baka beside him. "You know, sometimes I think it's impossible for you to be anymore foolish, but you've really outdone yourself this time."
Duo just grinned; he knew Wufei didn't mean it. There were lots of occasions where he'd been more foolish, he was positive.
He watched Wufei expectantly, and sure enough, the pilot gave an exasperated sigh. "Tell me, if Heero was to attack you with his gun, would you use a pole as your defence?"
Duo puckered his face in concentration. "Umm..."
Wufei stared at him for a moment, and then turned back to his food.
"Is the pole long?"
"Yes Duo, it's about as long as that staircase."
"Can I lift it?"
"Not with your scrawny arms you couldn't."
"Hey! - Well is the pole__"
Wufei stood up suddenly, the chair legs grating the tile raucously. "I'm going upstairs..."
The chinese boy abandoned his food and glided swiftly toward the kitchen door.
"Wait Wuffie!" Duo called.
Wufei pulled to a halt.
"Is the pole__"
"BAHHH!" He growled, and disappeared through the door.
Duo stared after him, "Weird," he said after a while. Duo shrugged and started eating Wufei's food.
Trowa bent over his love's body. The windows were shuttered, and the room was bare. Quatre's condition allowed only minimal light, deepening the room's sombre tone.
He gently cooed soft words to Quatre, words he'd never dare speak if the boy were awake. His hand subconsciously stroked - always stroked - Quatre's brow, marvelling that, even in this monochrome glow, he still looked beautiful.
Heero was right. The drug was designed to kill, or permanently scar the mind, but he and the pilots had provided what remedy they could. Quatre's chance at life was 40 percent, and full recovery was only 20.
Right now, his love laid in oblivion, but personal experience had taught Trowa that the mental ambush was simply biding its time. Everything Quatre had ever harmed was going to call in the debt. He was going to have to live the pain and death of every man he had killed, over, and over again.
Trowa bowed his head and planted a soft kiss on Quatre's temple.
The image of Quatre taking the bullet for him still played across his closed lids and every time, though he knew he could do nothing, he tried to stop it.
Trowa opened his eyes and rose up, brushing a lock from his love's cheek. He murmured so softly that even he could barely hear. "Not for me, Little One. Not for me."
Wufei watched for a long minute, and then gently shut the door. Trowa was simply too consumed with grief to care that his ministrations were on display. Usually, Wufei cared little for sentiments, considered them, like Yuy, dangerous.
His eyes strayed to the door. Shit happens.
Out of the blue, Wufei remembered Yuy and cringed. He was a constant guilt ghost reminding Wufei that it was impossible to take back much of what he'd said. Honour demanded that he apologize and accept Yuy's reaction without resistance. Considering that Wufei had also shot Yuy, it probably wouldn't be very pleasurable.
Wufei presumed that Heero would either kill him, or beat him within an hour of his life. He thought about what he'd shouted. "You disgust me, to think I respected you once."
Fair enough.
Wufei growled. Fuck, in the past guilt wouldn't have eaten at him like this, but the other pilots had. softened him. Wufei hated being soft. Hated being weak!
He snarled, but stopped himself before he turned his fists on the wall. It was a method used by weaklings to release bottled rage. He was NOT a weakling. Gritting his teeth, he settled on meditation. If Yuy planned to belittle him, he'd take it in a tranquil state.
Having made his decision, Wufei set off down the hall, already cleansing his thoughts. A loud, whiney, "Itaiii!" coming from below interrupted his ritual. Wufei scowl-smiled, "stupid baka." Wufei said under his breath.
A frown creased on Wufei's forehead. Duo had been subject to emotional trauma, and as a result, his mind had repressed Quatre and Trowa, forgotten them completely, actually.
For a moment Wufei contemplated telling Duo, and eventually shook his head. No. Better to leave Duo to accept things in his own time.
He stepped inside the room and closed the door.
Duo stuffed a tea towel in his mouth to muffle his lengthy cries of, "Iiitttttttaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"
He hopped around the kitchen frantically on one leg, clutching his foot in his left hand and trying to hold back tears. "Owowowowowow..."
He was staggering so wildly he smacked his throbbing left hand into the table. Duo whimpered loudly. "Owwwwwwww..."
He'd been standing there innocently, pouring mildly hot water - at least it had seemed mild at the time - into a cup and had managed to splash about a gallon on his left hand. At which point, he'd pulled back, and cleverly smacked his hand into the cup, knocking the whole lot on his all too naked foot.
"Itttaaaaiiiiii..." He whined miserably, the fabric still gagging the sound.
He was still nursing his hand and foot when the door swung open.
Duo raised his head expectantly, and peeked around the corner. Instantly, his jaw dropped. The Japanese boy stood in the doorway as if awaiting invitation; wet, tousled and shirtless.
He was clad only in the tight spandex Duo recognized as a trademark, the whereabouts of the tank Duo begrudged, a mystery. Not that it bothered him. Duo was practically drooling. Heero's perfectly sculpt body was on display, and Duo was not even allowed to lay a hand on it.
Duo suppressed a soft moan of admiration.
He watched Heero walk in a few steps, his gun hanging loosely at his side. Perhaps as an afterthought, he halted and slid the handgun back into the forbidden realms of his spandex. As Heero did this, Duo was able to quickly appreciate the back view of Heero's body.
Duo vaguely wondered if his tongue was lolling, but was too caught up in Heero's next movements to actually care. Knowing Heero wouldn't talk to him unless he spoke first, Duo snapped out of his trance.
Duo swung his legs across the kitchen counter and jumped down, ignoring the constant throbbing in his injuries.
Heero ignored Duo too, until Duo glomped onto Heero's back and clung to him like an oversized leech. "Hee-chan!!"
Heero spun and slammed his hand into Duo's chest, sending him flying back into the counter. "Don't touch me." He said flatly.
Duo watched dazedly as Heero walked past and climbed the stairs to their room.
Duo was stung. Just a little. It wasn't like he'd expected Heero to hug him back and say, "I missed you Duo!" But he'd been a little harsh, hadn't he? Duo hadn't even gotten a "Hn."
Duo shook himself out, then called to Heero's back, "Whatcha gonna do, Heero?"
"Shower." Came the mechanical reply.
Mind if I join you? He almost added the question, but Heero was already out of hearing distance. Too bad, Heero, he told him telepathically, you're missing out on a lot.
Duo sighed. He'd probably sport another handprint on his chest to go along with the ones on his wrists and face. Oh well, maybe he could pretend they were marks of possession, that he belonged to Heero. Like the way dogs pissed on trees to mark their territory.
Duo shook himself off. Maybe not.
He got sluggishly to his feet, favouring his back, which had been slammed one too many times in the past week. Come to think of it, more than usual.
Sure, the Perfect Soldier was a bit testy, and sometimes threatened to beat the shit out of you if you annoyed him beyond his usual tolerance. But he'd never deliberately hurt Duo, quite this much.
Suddenly, Wufei appeared before him. Duo yelped in surprise and jumped back against the wall again. He was miffed when Wufei smirked satisfactorily, you'd think a person wouldn't want to be so damned ugly it scared people.
Duo sighed, apologizing mentally, 'Don't worry, you're not ugly.'
Wufei raised an eyebrow.
"Aw crap did I say that out loud?" Duo cringed, his fingers twining his braid.
Wufei sort of glared at him in an uncertain way that told Duo he didn't know if he was supposed to be angry or not.
"I don't feel like fighting, Wu-man."
Wufei gave up all attempts to glare. He paused. "Is Yuy back?"
"Yup," Duo chirped, too busy concentrating on sounding cheerful to wonder why Wufei would ask. "He went upstairs."
"Good."
Duo waited, but Wufei said nothing more. He seemed to be lingering, which was odd, seeing as in the past, he hadn't ever endured Duo's presence more than was forced. Though now, it appeared he was reluctant to leave.
I must be hallucinating.
Typical of Duo, he spoke to what he thought was an illusion, anyway. "Something on your mind?" He inquired.
Surprisingly, Wufei made the effort to reply. "You're vacuous, annoying, and often act retarded."
Duo was about to quip something back, but Wufei continued. "But people love you for it." Duo could hear the almost gentle tone, and he stood stock-still disbelievingly.
Wufei turned and fled.
Duo gaped, and just sort of gawked at Wufei's back until he darted around the corner. That was the closest thing to a compliment that Wufei had ever delivered. And to Duo of all people.
"What was that?" Duo asked the wall.
Unremarkably, all thoughts of Wufei vanished when Heero jumped into the kitchen. Jumped in, as in, Heero fully neglected the stairs, and leapt the whole story, landing in a perfect crouch. Duo watched him, rippling muscles and all as he rose sensually, exuding the usual sex appeal.
Too bad Heero was sexiest when he wanted to kill something. Something twitched in the corner of Duo's eye, and he turned to watch Wufei dive down after Heero, though from a lesser height.
Heero barely spared him a glance, but Wufei's focus was utterly zeroed in on Heero alone. Duo wondered idly if he should fetch the pole. Its true function still eluded him.
Suddenly, completely out of the blue, Wufei fell to one knee on the tiles, bowing his head. Duo choked and he actually thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Wufei paying deference to Heero? That was more impossible than the idea of Heero paying deference to him.
Well actually, no it wasn't.
Duo continued to watch, fascinated as Wufei drew his sword, and held it so that it's razor point faced himself. What the hell?
Heero turned around, equally expressionless.
Wufei's voice was devoid of feeling. "I wronged you yesterday."
Duo's head swam.
Heero coldly analysed the kneeling Chinese before him. He reached out and grasped the sword by its hilt. "Hn."
"Noooo!" Duo attempted a fast lumber, and upon failing that, settled for hopping into the kitchen. He staggered to a halt before the two boys. "Don't kill him Heero!"
Heero rammed him aside with one arm.
"I attempted to kill you."
Duo's adrenaline flared as tensed and prepared to block Heero's strike. He stopped in mid head-butt when Heero handed the sword back, hilt-first.
"You're pardoned." He said coldly.
Wufei rose up and in one deft movement, slid his sword into its scabbard and swept out of the kitchen.
Heero seated himself at the table and opened his laptop.
"Wha?" Duo asked.
Heero ignored him, his fingers skittering speedily across the keys.
"Heero?"
Click-click.
"Hee-chan?" Duo tried again.
"Hn."
"Why didn't you kick his ass?"
"Hn."
"Eh?"
"Hn."
Duo sighed and sulked, he hated being ignored. "I see."
Rocking forward, he whacked both hands down on the table unintentionally loud. Duo winced and braced himself for the Glare of Doom, but surprisingly, the Perfect Soldier didn't look up.
Grateful to be alive, Duo grinned.
Then something snatched up his hand and pulled it, along with Duo close. Duo yelped and clung to Heero's shoulder.
"Eep!" He yelped again and jumped back. Call it self-preservation.
"What happened?" Heero asked emotionlessly.
Heero watched Duo, becoming very aware of their close proximity, even at this distance. In fact, the slight brush of Duo's braid was doing his groin no favours. He silently willed himself to release Duo, but his body rebelled.
Duo trembled a bit, albeit Heero's grasp was gentle. He looked down at their hands, his was slightly smaller, and the back of it was mottled red.
"I kinda spilt boiling water on it."
Heero stood. "Baka."
Duo would have willingly agreed, but before he could open his mouth, Heero yanked him closer. Duo stumbled forward and tensed every muscle in his body to stop himself from falling against Heero.
It didn't help that Heero, not letting go of Duo's hand, began to step past. Duo twitched his hips out of the way so Heero wouldn't brush him below the waist, and as a result, was dragged alongside Heero in a very awkward position.
Upon reaching the kitchen sink, Heero swung him sharply to the right. Duo practically spun right around he was moving so fast, but a firm, soft hand caught his side to steady him.
Duo shuddered at the unexpected touch. He closed his eyes, wanting to relish every second that Heero's hand touched his bare skin. But seconds later, Heero's hand still had not moved.
What the...? Duo felt Heero's hand lift his.
"Move." A cool voice said.
Duo looked around Move? Heero's left arm blocked the left path, his right hand held Duo from the right, and the kitchen sink obstructed the front. There was only one way to go.
The sudden weakness flooding his body drained his voice of its usual sass. "Sure, okay, but where?"
When Heero's hand slid smoothly around to Duo's stomach, Duo clamped his teeth down on his lower lip promptly.
"Back." Heero said dispassionately.
His hand guided Duo back gently, but Duo stumbled until the press of Heero's body against his stopped him. Mostly, all he could feel was Heero's tank - damn that top - but where their skin contacted.
Heero pulled Duo's hand over to the sink. He let go, but his right hand was still nestled on Duo's abdomen.
Duo scrutinised every single movement suspiciously. Even as Heero twirled the coldwater tap, Duo was waiting for some kind of trick.
"Yeeow!" Cold water gushed against the burn. He spun instinctively, but Heero's hands shot out and held Duo in place as the boy whimpered.
"This is the standard prelude to healing a burn. Stay still."
Duo whimpered and whined, even though it didn't hurt anymore. He pulled desperately, trying to twist out of Heero's hands, but they were fixed. Heero's whole, 'I can touch you, but you can't touch me' thing, was becoming unbearable.
He looked at Heero with big, puppydog eyes, but Heero just stared at him. Duo mewed.
"Shut up, it doesn't hurt."
"It does tooo!"
He whined and pleaded with Heero a bit more, even though Heero was - as usual - ignoring him. Finally Duo sagged miserably, letting the cool water flow over his burn.
Duo closed his eyes and sulked. The burn wasn't actually that serious, not half as serious as the bruises on his back and chest.
Suddenly, the hand on Duo's abdomen slipped a little lower. He swore his eyes made a 'whoosh!' sound as they opened, and Duo stiffened.
Duo gulped, trying to relax. Heero probably hadn't done it on purpose. Wasn't aware that Duo's body was fitted against his, that his hands were___
"What do you care anyway?" Duo asked a bit more frantically than he'd intended.
"The faster you heal the less inconvenience you cause."
Typical Yuy talk, Duo sighed. He leaned back against Heero, enjoying the feel of warm steel against his own body. It wasn't like he got a chance like this very often.
A full minute passed, and Duo almost began to drift off. Then Heero's hand dropped a full inch. Duo stifled a yelp and his head shot up. "Uh... Heero is it finished?"
"No."
Duo closed his eyes and quivered as Heero's fingertips slid just underneath the band of his boxers. His legs were shaking slightly, and his head had nestled itself into the crook of Heero's neck.
Heero's hand slid deeper. That was it. Duo couldn't take it; he gave a soft moan as he lost all ability to stand.
Heero was practically holding his entire weight when Heero's voice broke through. "It's done."
Duo whimpered as cold air rushed up his skin. Heero's gentle, firm hands left his skin, and so did his body. Duo would have crumpled right then and there were it not for the counter in front to support him.
Duo latched onto the edge like his life depended on it. He was desperate; he wouldn't give Heero the satisfaction of watching him fail.
"Thanks, Hee-chan." Duo chirped, unable to resist raking Heero with his eyes as he talked.
God, even a cold shower wouldn't cure this one. Ice, then?
"Hn."
Heero walked towards him, face unreadable. Duo squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, willing himself to focus.
Heero was still there when he looked again, only closer. Duo started, nearly falling backwards. As usual, the ever faithful kitchen counter prevented a bruised ass.
"Nani?" Duo asked meekly.
Heero's emotionless gaze fixed on his hands. Duo's heart began to race as it slid up his body to his face, and then down Duo's chest. He stood rigid under the scrutiny, and bit his lip when Heero's eyes travelled down further. They fastened on what Duo had forgotten to hide.
Light colour shaded his cheeks. Damn his male anatomy.
When Heero took a step forward, Duo recoiled like a cat, ready to split. His violet eyes widened and shone with an almost girlish quality. Duo had used that look on plenty as a street kid, though now, he could have used his balls.
He's probably going to kill me, Duo thought, hypnotized as Heero advanced. He moved like a cat stalking prey.
Oh shit! Even if he bolted now Heero would probably just stick out an arm and knock him over. Not that it mattered. Duo was rooted to the spot, and those large impassive eyes were sucking all thought from him.
Duo blinked. He started. Heero was now standing so close Duo wouldn't have been surprised if Heero could hear his heart beat.
"Hee-chan?" Duo asked weakly.
A moment passed, and then Heero's hand brushed past his groin. Oh Gods. A small whimper escaped his throat, and Heero's lightning-fast hands caught him before he hit the floor.
Was this the prelude to his death? Toy with Duo's head and body, and then shoot him for liking it. Duo ducked his head and trembled, damn Heero for being so beautiful.
Heero leaned forward and rested one hand on the counter beside Duo. The braided boy sucked in a breath as Heero's other hand slithered around his waist.
Duo tried to speak, but it took two tries before his voice worked.
"I..." Duo shuddered. The hand whispered up wonderfully and started running down from his jaw.
"I... I've got to go wash my hair!" Duo blurted.
He ducked under Heero's arm and fled for the stairs.
Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower, cold shower.
Heero watched Duo dash away, his braid flying out behind him. He briefly considered following him, but his laptop bleeped.
Heero cut through his hazy pleasure and turned toward his laptop, satisfied that despite the. distractions, his performance as a soldier remained unimpaired.
In truth, Heero's heart was fluctuating wildly between losing and keeping control. He looked toward the staircase. His body begged for release, and the only way he was resisting following Duo up the stairs was his own personal resolve that the baka meant nothing to him. Not that he'd ever admit that.
He directed his gaze back to his laptop. As usual, a mail icon popped up soundlessly in the corner of his screen, arriving the same time as it had been for the past week. Its appearance only served to push him further into the perfect soldier, and Heero wrote back his confirmation and deleted the message.
His fingers ached as he typed. His hands were cramped and rigid from various machine guns and rifles, and they'd been scraped raw on the rock climb back. He sported a fresh stab wound in his right shoulder, which he'd already tended to.
As a temporary solution, he'd torn his shirt into strips and wrapped them around the gash to stop profuse bleeding. It was surprising the Baka hadn't noticed, probably too distracted.
Heero gave his inbox a brief scan and then shut the lid on his laptop, preparing to head upstairs. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the first-aid box, but dismissed it almost immediately. The makeshift bandages would suffice for now.
He stood up, laptop under his right arm. Pivoting around, he walked toward the flight of steps that led to the five boy's bedrooms.
When Heero reached the base of the stairs, and faltered.
He clenched his teeth and began climbing up. Doctor J had warned him of emotional attachment, concerned especially that it would interfere with the coming mission. Heero had reassured him that it would not.
Now he was not so sure. His defuse to force back the others, had failed. The moment Heero had stepped in the door and Wufei hadn't attacked him, he'd known Wufei had been informed of his mistake. The opportunity to strike back for Wufei's error had been very unexpected.
It was likely Trowa was the informant. His injured soon-to-be lover, Quatre would forgive Heero regardless of what he did and regardless of whether Heero actually cared.
And Duo? Ah, Duo. Had he forgotten Heero's attempts to severe the one braided link to his past, or was it simply that he no longer cared? His mind subconsciously reached for a memory buried deep inside.
Trowa had spoken at length before Heero had left. It was something Quatre and Duo would have appreciated, but Heero plainly analysed. Perhaps that was why Trowa rarely talked.
He'd left Quatre for only moments, but Heero could see that it pained him to be away from the blonde. No, he wouldn't finish the mission, Trowa had said.
He had already made the connection, as Heero had expected that Heero had attempted to cut off Duo's braid. Trowa's intellect matched his own, and Heero knew that lies would amount to nothing.
The taller boy had stopped Heero, a perplexing, and different, glaze to his eyes.
"Quatre may die tonight."
"Hn."
Heero had chosen to ignore the comment. He had no desire to express sorrow. He'd turned to walk away, but Trowa's hand had snared his elbow. "Heero."
He'd stared at Trowa, and then his hand.
It relaxed and flopped. "Don't die."
"Hn."
"I mean it." Trowa's voice had amplified, but the sound had flowed through lips that scarcely moved. "You're such a cold bastard sometimes, Heero." He had murmured.
It had been a surprising comment, coming from Trowa.
The boy had continued. "But Duo loves you, no matter how much you hurt him." An almost inaudible sigh. "Just... don't leave it too late, Heero. not like me."
Heero hadn't responded, he'd shouldered the rifle, chains and ropes, and set off, ignoring Trowa and what had been said.
Heero felt his eyes harden. There was no need to inform Duo of anything. No need at all. The only factor influencing his decision to keep Duo alive was the necessity of a trained gundam pilot. That was all.
Satisfied that he had established an appropriate frame of mind, Heero proceeded up the stairs.
"It's gettin' hot in here..." Duo sung as he shook out his braid "So take off all your__ Yeeow!" Duo slid beneath ice-cold spray, "__clothes!"
I am, getting' so hot, I'm gonna take my clootthhees off!"
Duo did a sexy dance in time to his imaginary music - it might warm his gooseflesh. "Get a little bitta uh, uh..."
Duo was singing in the shower again. The degree at which Duo could amplify his voice never failed to amaze Heero. His song seemed to echo in every room in the house.
Usually Heero could have shot Duo's radio to shut them both up. But today Duo was singing by himself. There was only one solution.
Mind made up, Heero glided with predatory speed toward the door.
Heero flung it open with a loud slap. He opened his mouth to tell Duo to leash his tongue, when he faltered, frozen. He had been totally unprepared for his body's reaction. The sight of Duo unclothed, slick with water and dancing sensually in time to music only he could hear, flooded Heero's groin with heat.
He'd never felt such an immediate pull, such an instant need, and it frightened him that this was not under his control. Heero trembled with the intensity of his lust, his hand instinctively seeking the steady reliability of the wall. His fingers crushed through the plaster, scattering splinters on the carpet.
Duo was startled out of his song at the sound of... crumbling wall? Why was Heero outside his door? He turned and around and froze. Shit! When had Heero come inside the bathroom?
Heero raised his eyes, meeting Duo's confused, very big, violet ones. He closed his mouth against a snarl. What was happening to his body? Why wasn't it moving at his will?
Heero backed away ever so slightly, his dark gaze locked on Duo's.
Then he whirled around and slammed the door.
Duo blinked. Rather uncertainly, he grabbed his toothbrush and jammed it in his mouth. Duo's eyes swung to the lock on the door, dangling by a single screw.
Duo began scrubbing at his teeth. Heero had gone to lengths to open the bathroom door, not that a bathroom lock was much trouble for the perfect soldier, but he'd known that Duo was inside...
Then again, he might have thought Duo was simply cleaning up instead of letting his hair loose, stripping down and sexy dancing. Damn. Had Heero seen that?
He swallowed a mouthful of water and gargled it, almost choking. God Duo wouldn't mind seeing Heero sexy dance, but he doubted the guy actually did. Didn't seem like the type of thing emotionless killers did.
Duo cringed and rinsed his mouth out again. He hadn't meant that. Heero wasn't an emotionless killer. The guy was just reserved. Hadn't even had much of a reaction to Naked Duo.
If their positions had been reversed he probably would've hopped in the shower with him.
Duo popped his head out of the shower and chucked his toothbrush at the bathroom sink, drenching the floor with his hair in the process. It still hadn't registered that the object of his affections had just viewed him stark naked.
When it did, Duo growled in frustration. It's not true! He lied to his dick. Stupid Heero. He'd only just got it down too.
Duo glared at the jetting spray, the icicles were getting to him. He looked down, affirmed that the cold shower was officially not working, and sighed, switching it to steamy.
He held extra tight to his toothbrush and began singing again.
Heero rolled out the weights beneath Duo's bed and lifted them both effortlessly. He sat on the bed and began pumping with an unusual boost of vigour, annoyed that it did nothing to relieve his tension.
What was wrong with him? After a few minutes, he heard Duo start singing again. He dropped the weights heavily, not caring that the thump almost overcame Duo's voice.
Heero flipped his hands, palm up. They were shaking.
He was unaccustomed to the feeling, but he knew, instantly that he hated it. Hated it with every fibre of his being.
"Stop." He said coldly.
They didn't. It didn't. And it wasn't just his hands, his whole body quivered. Like he was glass getting ready to break.
"Stop." He ordered, but his body wasn't listening.
Heero jumped to his feet, and backed up until he was braced against the wall, clutching one trembling hand with the other. Shakes rocked his form, his eyes, glassy.
Heero couldn't look away. "What's wrong with me?"
An image flashed in front of his eyes. Duo. It was Duo. All Duo's fault.
Duo twirled the taps until the last strains of water stopped dripping. He hummed lightly as he stepped out onto the wet tiles, shutting the glass door behind him. The whole room was clouded with thick steam and it stuck like humidity.
Duo slid on soaked boxers, ignoring the chill that accompanied them. His hair practically gave the floor its own personal wash, and he realised he'd forgotten to wring it dry.
Duo growled, and right as he started back into the shower, the bathroom door burst into splinters.
Heero walked in and flung him against the sliding door. Duo gasped as the breath was knocked out of him, feeling glass crack behind his back.
He released him and Duo slid to the floor. Slightly dazed, Duo asked, "What's with you, Heero?"
Heero spun to walk out the door, but remarkably Duo was already up on his feet and had a hand on Heero's shoulder. Heero stiffened, and Duo sighed, letting his hand fall to his side.
"Hey come on Hee-chan, you can tell Shinigami."
No reply.
Duo's tone softened and he asked, "Is it Doctor J?"
Heero's muscles locked with tension. He turned slowly, all things around he and Duo simply fading away. "Back. Off."
That look was crumbling Duo's will to bits, and was probably burning a hole in his skin, too. But for some foolish reason, he persisted.
"Come on, Hee-chan."
Heero's voice was arctic. "Leave."
"But you've been so different these days Heero." Duo continued meekly.
"Get out, Duo."
Heero's impassive eyes bored into Duo, betraying none of the danger in continuing to speak.
"You can tell me, Hee-chan." Duo's face broke into a grin, more forced than real. Still, Heero was tolerating him longer than usual, and he took it as a good sign. On pure impulse, he bounded forward and wrapped his arms around Heero. Duo froze, and realised it was too late to pull back.
Eep. Please don't kill me.
Heero shoved him aside and walked forward. He turned. "This is your last warning. Get out."
Duo took a chance. "Please Hee-chan I'm worried."
To Duo's complete and utter surprise, a soft, purring growl rumbled in Heero's throat. Duo banked, taking a faltering step back. He raised his eyes slightly, and shivered, half in excitement, half in fear.
Heero's locks splayed across his eyes in the sexiest way possible. His eyes were like two pools of liquefied sapphire, dark, and almost seeming to swirl with...
Lust fired Duo's blood. Was he reading those eyes correctly? It wasn't possible. Heero didn't like him, and he sure as hell didn't want him. Duo's breath quickened. He was probably just seeing what he wanted before he died.
It was only when Heero came at him with predatory speed and had Duo's hands locked behind his back that he realised something was terribly wrong. Heero yanked back his drenched hair hard enough to bring tears to Duo's eyes, forcing him back against his body.
Duo whimpered from the pain and wailed. "Gomeeeennn Heero! Gommmeeeennnnnnn!!!"
Heero's hand locked ruthlessly on his jaw, pulling it around with little resistance. Duo blinked back his tears and started throwing apologies left and right. "Kuso! I'm sorry Hee-chan I won't ever uh, bother you agai___"
His words cut off when Heero pressed his soft lips against Duo's neck. Duo started and gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Duo's voice raised an octave. "Heero?"
He actually wants me?
"Heero___Ohhhhhh God..." In a second all thought expired and he shuddered against Heero as he lost himself in the sensations. Heero trailed kisses down his throat, each wet lick of his darting tongue electrifying.
"Heero..." Duo moaned, unable to move. He tried to break free of Heero's hold on his hair, but it only tightened and pulled, reminding Duo that this was not a dream.
Heero's other hand curled around Duo and slid sensually down his chest and stomach. Duo pressed into the hand, wanting and needing that touch to speed up. God how many times had he dreamed of this?
Duo reflexively moaned and thrust out his hips as Heero's hand slid beneath the waist. He ached to be touched, but just before Heero reached him, he curled his hand into a fist, and drew agonisingly slowly back out. Duo squirmed and whimpered, "Heero stop..."
Obviously the sadist didn't care. He simply kept playing the same game with Duo's body over and over again, making Duo beg and plead for some small touch.
"Stop..."
He didn't.
"Heeeero..."
In one fluid movement, Heero spun him around, and with his open hand, slammed Duo onto his back. Duo didn't even notice. He whimpered during the split second Heero's hands and lips left him, his own hands already heading to finish the job.
He cried out mournfully when Heero captured both Duo's wrists before he could do anything, and pinned them above his head. Duo moaned and arched off the floor, begging Heero to touch him.
Heero ignored it. He straddled Duo's hips, revelling in Duo's loud moan of pain and pleasure. Heero's hand resumed its evil pattern as he made an arc over the smaller boy. Then he spread his knees wide and pressed himself fully against Duo.
Duo whimpered and writhed beneath him, needing the friction. His lips clamped down on his lower lip and Heero clamped an urgent hand down on Duo's side to stop him.
Duo's violet eyes lit with the small triumph. Encouraged, he lifted his hips off the floor and crushed himself against the other boy. Almost immediately Heero threw back his head and moaned, struggling to hold Duo down with one hand.
His eyes found Duo's face again and misted with fierce hunger. Duo smirked in spite of his own need as he eagerly rose his back up off the carpet.
Heero's hand left his wrists to pin Duo's sides to the floor. "Stop..." he growled.
The moment his hands were free Duo was reaching for Heero's spandex. He tugged and growled in frustration. "How the hell do you...?"
Heero smirked and rolled off Duo, slipping effortlessly out of the tight spandex.
"You__" Duo whimpered as Heero ripped his boxers down the front, forgetting whatever he'd been about to say. Heero smirked as Duo's lips parted in a gasp, the fine sheen over his skin more sweat than water.
Heero slid his body down Duo's, his hands whispering luxuriously across shivering skin.
He glided past Duo's groin and thighs, and whacked hands away that tried to grab him to pull him back up. Duo trembled and grit his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He couldn't take this much longer. If Heero didn't fucking fuck him now he was going to come!
Duo was too caught up in NOT thinking about fucking Heero that he didn't notice him slither back up. When Heero's index finger brushed one hardened nipple Heero was rewarded with a sharp cry. Heero tweaked the nipple, and then drew it swiftly into his mouth, his tongue flicked out to taste, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Duo tensed and moaned, "...Heeero__"
Heero licked the nipple once more, and then left it. Duo arched pleadingly toward Heero's mouth, but Heero simply pressed the boy back down. He whimpered as Heero's lips and tongue trailed a wet path down Duo's chest, ignoring the small noises of protest.
Heero ran his palms over taut muscles that quivered at his touch, his tongue sliding along Duo's inner thigh as he squirmed. Duo arched his back into something of a bridge, begging Heero to give him release.
"Please Heero..."
Duo tried to tug his hands out of Heero's grip, but Heero held him fast. He shifted upwards, his skin only sighing across Duo's body as he tightened his hand on Duo's wrists.
Heero balanced himself on top of Duo so he wasn't touching him, his eyes raking Duo's body despite his own raw need.
"Heero." Duo begged.
Heero couldn't stop himself. He lowered himself on the boy and skated slightly downwards. Then Heero fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking and feeding as Duo moaned, grinding his thigh against Heero's hardness.
Heero shuddered and almost stopped swirling his tongue around Duo's right nipple. He resumed with such controlled savagery that Duo threw back his head and hissed in pleasure. Slender fingers left his wrists to tease his left nipple, and Duo clamped his free hands down on Heero, fingernails biting into his flesh.
"God I can't take this__" Duo moaned, tasting the salty tang of blood in his mouth.
He tried to press himself against Heero, but the elusive bastard slid back down, his hands and tongue gliding. Duo was seeing stars by now, whimpering and twisting against Heero's hold, desperately trying to form a comprehensive sentence that would drive Heero to take him.
"Please..." He whimpered.
Heero smirked, but Duo was in too much pleasure to notice.
He did, however, notice what came next. He'd fantasized about this happening more times than he could count, but the real thing was far, far better. Heero's tongue flicked out and licked the head of Duo's cock.
Duo didn't even have time to groan as Heero's lips plunged down and his throat stretched, taking as much of Duo as he could into his mouth.
"Holy Shit!" Duo convulsed and arched off the floor, his chestnut mane pooling beneath him.
"I cant... oh God Heero__"
For the next few moments he was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, practically thrusting into Heero's mouth. He'd lost all sense of the world; all he could feel was the tightness of Heero's lips and the sharp contrast of his wet, soft mouth.
He tangled his fingers in Heero's silky mop of hair and felt his hips and thighs buck, barely even aware of himself. Duo spread his knees wide and thrust his hips as he felt orgasm approaching.
"Heeero." he moaned.
A dangerous purr from Heero was all it took to send Duo sprawling over the edge.
Duo's back made a perfect arc off the floor. He released a long, involuntary cry as a hot stream gushed out and filled Heero's mouth. Duo vaguely registered Heero swallowing, and then he collapsed.
Duo opened his eyes when something silky landed on his face. Every muscle was lax, his body in a pleasurable state of golden immobility. Though it took great effort, he shook the material off so he could see.
It took him a while to register that the material was the two unattached pieces of his boxers, and that Heero, redressed in spandex, stood by the door.
A moment after he saw Heero, the warmth in his heart and limbs chilled. Heero's eyes held no recognition, their cobalt depths impassive to the point of inhuman.
Duo felt as if he had been slapped.
That voice of cold steel. "You were warned."
Heero pivoted and walked out the door.
Duo couldn't help it. He couldn't hold back the wave of emotion that hit him then, like a ruthless stab to the heart. Duo clamped a hand across his mouth as he sat up.
He'd been used and tossed aside like a whore. He'd even been warned of it. Tears swelled at Duo's violet eyes, as he curled his knees into his body.
His hand, still across his lips, muffled a short sob. God he'd been so stupid. He'd been so stupid to think that he could change anything. That Heero might actually act like he cared.
Duo wrapped his arms around himself and rocked. At least Heero hadn't fucked him, hadn't fucked him like the way Duo had begged.
Duo closed his eyes against the empty doorway and ducked his head.
He couldn't help it. So what. Boys were allowed to cry. Just because the perfect soldier was fucking inhuman and didn't know how.
Duo snatched his braid in his hands and looked around hopelessly for a minute, searching for something to direct his attention at, to stop him from crying. A fruitless minute passed, and then another, and then another.
And then Duo broke down, buried his face in his arms, and wept like a child.
The End of Chapter Five
Yayyyyy and it only took like wat, 2 weeks to load it up! Neway, I apologize PROFUSELY for that.
Sadly its gonna be like another 1 or 2 weeks before chapter 6 gets put up. Exams. ahhhhh! (I really am a hypocrite, eh?)
But newho, next chap: quatre seizures, duo realisations, duo pain, heero bastardness, heero pain (dun really know what I'll do with wufei next time)
Thankoooo chow!
This is gonna sound like complete bull, but hey, its not like u guys actually care why its umm 2 weeks late, but im saying anyway. Tripped on the cables and basically yanked out the pieces, heh heh heh, smart I know.
But neway, the plots like not much right now. Just duo/hee-chan getting together. But I have a plot yknow, there r teeeeeenny hints in this chap of it.
Ooo and thanks to reviewers!!!
Tadaa.
Chapter Five
Duo clambered noisily down the stairs, clad in nothing but his boxers, with his braid swinging generously behind him. His eyes were only discernible as tiny slits, narrowing his vision to about five percent of the stairway, which was probably why he missed the fact that it bared no railing.
He closed his eyes tight and yawned drowsily. He opened them, only given a moment's warning before he smacked straight into a pole. Duo sneezed and staggered back, shaking his head to clear it. Then he tramped around the pole, and continued walking.
"Mornin' Wuffie," Duo greeted cheerfully.
Wufei growled something about if Duo touched him he'd kick his ass. Duo plopped down next to him and draped an arm around Wufei's shoulders, waiting for his fav spar-partner to get extra feisty.
He was about to toy with Wufei's cute black ponytail, when something jarred his memory. "Hey Wu-man?"
Wufei ignored him, but Duo continued anyway. "Why is there a pole in the stairway?"
"In case Yuy returns." Wufei responded neutrally, but Duo didn't miss the undertone of venom.
Duo 'eeped', maybe he could prevent a fistfight if he acted prudently. Unthinking, Duo snatched a piece of Wufei's breakfast and popped it in his mouth before the chinese boy could stop him.
He grinned at Wufei's glare, his cheeks bulging, and gulped the portion down in mid-choke.
"Where'd he go?" Duo asked casually, rubbing his throat.
"To finish the mission."
Duo eyed the plate, and grabbed another piece of food. He retracted back to his seat and sat there, chewing this time. Duo gulped dangerously when he remembered why Wufei harboured hatred for the Perfect Soldier. He had to straighten things out before Wufei... hit Heero with a pole? Weird.
"Umm, Wufei, about Heero." Duo squirmed awkwardly in his chair. Wufei's eyes always had that effect on him. "You see, that night, when uh..."
"When Yuy was raping you?"
"Yeap - that one." Duo shrunk instinctively into his chair, his fingers automatically reached for his scraggly braid. "Ya see," he began.
"Heero kinda..." Duo bit his lip and muttered, "Wasn't..."
Duo clenched his eyes shut, fully expecting Wufei's fist.
"Baka, open your eyes." Wufei responded, sounding slightly amused.
Duo didn't trust him; Wufei probably just wanted to blind, as well as bruise him. He heard Wufei resume eating. Duo didn't move, listening to the clink-clink of cutlery to plate. Duo stayed like that for five minutes, before Wufei gave an exaggerated sigh and revealed.
"Duo, I already knew."
Duo opened one wary violet eye. "You did?"
"Yes." Before Duo could form the question, Wufei answered, "Trowa explained."
"So you won't hit me?" Duo squeaked hopefully.
"Maybe later."
Duo glanced at the staircase and scratched his head. "Well if you don't want to bash Yuy___ I mean Heero," he hastily amended, "why the pole?"
Wufei just stared at him. He turned back to his food and began eating again, ignoring the other.
"Wuffie?" Duo questioned.
Wufei stopped in mid-chew, swallowed gracefully and turned to look at the baka beside him. "You know, sometimes I think it's impossible for you to be anymore foolish, but you've really outdone yourself this time."
Duo just grinned; he knew Wufei didn't mean it. There were lots of occasions where he'd been more foolish, he was positive.
He watched Wufei expectantly, and sure enough, the pilot gave an exasperated sigh. "Tell me, if Heero was to attack you with his gun, would you use a pole as your defence?"
Duo puckered his face in concentration. "Umm..."
Wufei stared at him for a moment, and then turned back to his food.
"Is the pole long?"
"Yes Duo, it's about as long as that staircase."
"Can I lift it?"
"Not with your scrawny arms you couldn't."
"Hey! - Well is the pole__"
Wufei stood up suddenly, the chair legs grating the tile raucously. "I'm going upstairs..."
The chinese boy abandoned his food and glided swiftly toward the kitchen door.
"Wait Wuffie!" Duo called.
Wufei pulled to a halt.
"Is the pole__"
"BAHHH!" He growled, and disappeared through the door.
Duo stared after him, "Weird," he said after a while. Duo shrugged and started eating Wufei's food.
Trowa bent over his love's body. The windows were shuttered, and the room was bare. Quatre's condition allowed only minimal light, deepening the room's sombre tone.
He gently cooed soft words to Quatre, words he'd never dare speak if the boy were awake. His hand subconsciously stroked - always stroked - Quatre's brow, marvelling that, even in this monochrome glow, he still looked beautiful.
Heero was right. The drug was designed to kill, or permanently scar the mind, but he and the pilots had provided what remedy they could. Quatre's chance at life was 40 percent, and full recovery was only 20.
Right now, his love laid in oblivion, but personal experience had taught Trowa that the mental ambush was simply biding its time. Everything Quatre had ever harmed was going to call in the debt. He was going to have to live the pain and death of every man he had killed, over, and over again.
Trowa bowed his head and planted a soft kiss on Quatre's temple.
The image of Quatre taking the bullet for him still played across his closed lids and every time, though he knew he could do nothing, he tried to stop it.
Trowa opened his eyes and rose up, brushing a lock from his love's cheek. He murmured so softly that even he could barely hear. "Not for me, Little One. Not for me."
Wufei watched for a long minute, and then gently shut the door. Trowa was simply too consumed with grief to care that his ministrations were on display. Usually, Wufei cared little for sentiments, considered them, like Yuy, dangerous.
His eyes strayed to the door. Shit happens.
Out of the blue, Wufei remembered Yuy and cringed. He was a constant guilt ghost reminding Wufei that it was impossible to take back much of what he'd said. Honour demanded that he apologize and accept Yuy's reaction without resistance. Considering that Wufei had also shot Yuy, it probably wouldn't be very pleasurable.
Wufei presumed that Heero would either kill him, or beat him within an hour of his life. He thought about what he'd shouted. "You disgust me, to think I respected you once."
Fair enough.
Wufei growled. Fuck, in the past guilt wouldn't have eaten at him like this, but the other pilots had. softened him. Wufei hated being soft. Hated being weak!
He snarled, but stopped himself before he turned his fists on the wall. It was a method used by weaklings to release bottled rage. He was NOT a weakling. Gritting his teeth, he settled on meditation. If Yuy planned to belittle him, he'd take it in a tranquil state.
Having made his decision, Wufei set off down the hall, already cleansing his thoughts. A loud, whiney, "Itaiii!" coming from below interrupted his ritual. Wufei scowl-smiled, "stupid baka." Wufei said under his breath.
A frown creased on Wufei's forehead. Duo had been subject to emotional trauma, and as a result, his mind had repressed Quatre and Trowa, forgotten them completely, actually.
For a moment Wufei contemplated telling Duo, and eventually shook his head. No. Better to leave Duo to accept things in his own time.
He stepped inside the room and closed the door.
Duo stuffed a tea towel in his mouth to muffle his lengthy cries of, "Iiitttttttaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"
He hopped around the kitchen frantically on one leg, clutching his foot in his left hand and trying to hold back tears. "Owowowowowow..."
He was staggering so wildly he smacked his throbbing left hand into the table. Duo whimpered loudly. "Owwwwwwww..."
He'd been standing there innocently, pouring mildly hot water - at least it had seemed mild at the time - into a cup and had managed to splash about a gallon on his left hand. At which point, he'd pulled back, and cleverly smacked his hand into the cup, knocking the whole lot on his all too naked foot.
"Itttaaaaiiiiii..." He whined miserably, the fabric still gagging the sound.
He was still nursing his hand and foot when the door swung open.
Duo raised his head expectantly, and peeked around the corner. Instantly, his jaw dropped. The Japanese boy stood in the doorway as if awaiting invitation; wet, tousled and shirtless.
He was clad only in the tight spandex Duo recognized as a trademark, the whereabouts of the tank Duo begrudged, a mystery. Not that it bothered him. Duo was practically drooling. Heero's perfectly sculpt body was on display, and Duo was not even allowed to lay a hand on it.
Duo suppressed a soft moan of admiration.
He watched Heero walk in a few steps, his gun hanging loosely at his side. Perhaps as an afterthought, he halted and slid the handgun back into the forbidden realms of his spandex. As Heero did this, Duo was able to quickly appreciate the back view of Heero's body.
Duo vaguely wondered if his tongue was lolling, but was too caught up in Heero's next movements to actually care. Knowing Heero wouldn't talk to him unless he spoke first, Duo snapped out of his trance.
Duo swung his legs across the kitchen counter and jumped down, ignoring the constant throbbing in his injuries.
Heero ignored Duo too, until Duo glomped onto Heero's back and clung to him like an oversized leech. "Hee-chan!!"
Heero spun and slammed his hand into Duo's chest, sending him flying back into the counter. "Don't touch me." He said flatly.
Duo watched dazedly as Heero walked past and climbed the stairs to their room.
Duo was stung. Just a little. It wasn't like he'd expected Heero to hug him back and say, "I missed you Duo!" But he'd been a little harsh, hadn't he? Duo hadn't even gotten a "Hn."
Duo shook himself out, then called to Heero's back, "Whatcha gonna do, Heero?"
"Shower." Came the mechanical reply.
Mind if I join you? He almost added the question, but Heero was already out of hearing distance. Too bad, Heero, he told him telepathically, you're missing out on a lot.
Duo sighed. He'd probably sport another handprint on his chest to go along with the ones on his wrists and face. Oh well, maybe he could pretend they were marks of possession, that he belonged to Heero. Like the way dogs pissed on trees to mark their territory.
Duo shook himself off. Maybe not.
He got sluggishly to his feet, favouring his back, which had been slammed one too many times in the past week. Come to think of it, more than usual.
Sure, the Perfect Soldier was a bit testy, and sometimes threatened to beat the shit out of you if you annoyed him beyond his usual tolerance. But he'd never deliberately hurt Duo, quite this much.
Suddenly, Wufei appeared before him. Duo yelped in surprise and jumped back against the wall again. He was miffed when Wufei smirked satisfactorily, you'd think a person wouldn't want to be so damned ugly it scared people.
Duo sighed, apologizing mentally, 'Don't worry, you're not ugly.'
Wufei raised an eyebrow.
"Aw crap did I say that out loud?" Duo cringed, his fingers twining his braid.
Wufei sort of glared at him in an uncertain way that told Duo he didn't know if he was supposed to be angry or not.
"I don't feel like fighting, Wu-man."
Wufei gave up all attempts to glare. He paused. "Is Yuy back?"
"Yup," Duo chirped, too busy concentrating on sounding cheerful to wonder why Wufei would ask. "He went upstairs."
"Good."
Duo waited, but Wufei said nothing more. He seemed to be lingering, which was odd, seeing as in the past, he hadn't ever endured Duo's presence more than was forced. Though now, it appeared he was reluctant to leave.
I must be hallucinating.
Typical of Duo, he spoke to what he thought was an illusion, anyway. "Something on your mind?" He inquired.
Surprisingly, Wufei made the effort to reply. "You're vacuous, annoying, and often act retarded."
Duo was about to quip something back, but Wufei continued. "But people love you for it." Duo could hear the almost gentle tone, and he stood stock-still disbelievingly.
Wufei turned and fled.
Duo gaped, and just sort of gawked at Wufei's back until he darted around the corner. That was the closest thing to a compliment that Wufei had ever delivered. And to Duo of all people.
"What was that?" Duo asked the wall.
Unremarkably, all thoughts of Wufei vanished when Heero jumped into the kitchen. Jumped in, as in, Heero fully neglected the stairs, and leapt the whole story, landing in a perfect crouch. Duo watched him, rippling muscles and all as he rose sensually, exuding the usual sex appeal.
Too bad Heero was sexiest when he wanted to kill something. Something twitched in the corner of Duo's eye, and he turned to watch Wufei dive down after Heero, though from a lesser height.
Heero barely spared him a glance, but Wufei's focus was utterly zeroed in on Heero alone. Duo wondered idly if he should fetch the pole. Its true function still eluded him.
Suddenly, completely out of the blue, Wufei fell to one knee on the tiles, bowing his head. Duo choked and he actually thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Wufei paying deference to Heero? That was more impossible than the idea of Heero paying deference to him.
Well actually, no it wasn't.
Duo continued to watch, fascinated as Wufei drew his sword, and held it so that it's razor point faced himself. What the hell?
Heero turned around, equally expressionless.
Wufei's voice was devoid of feeling. "I wronged you yesterday."
Duo's head swam.
Heero coldly analysed the kneeling Chinese before him. He reached out and grasped the sword by its hilt. "Hn."
"Noooo!" Duo attempted a fast lumber, and upon failing that, settled for hopping into the kitchen. He staggered to a halt before the two boys. "Don't kill him Heero!"
Heero rammed him aside with one arm.
"I attempted to kill you."
Duo's adrenaline flared as tensed and prepared to block Heero's strike. He stopped in mid head-butt when Heero handed the sword back, hilt-first.
"You're pardoned." He said coldly.
Wufei rose up and in one deft movement, slid his sword into its scabbard and swept out of the kitchen.
Heero seated himself at the table and opened his laptop.
"Wha?" Duo asked.
Heero ignored him, his fingers skittering speedily across the keys.
"Heero?"
Click-click.
"Hee-chan?" Duo tried again.
"Hn."
"Why didn't you kick his ass?"
"Hn."
"Eh?"
"Hn."
Duo sighed and sulked, he hated being ignored. "I see."
Rocking forward, he whacked both hands down on the table unintentionally loud. Duo winced and braced himself for the Glare of Doom, but surprisingly, the Perfect Soldier didn't look up.
Grateful to be alive, Duo grinned.
Then something snatched up his hand and pulled it, along with Duo close. Duo yelped and clung to Heero's shoulder.
"Eep!" He yelped again and jumped back. Call it self-preservation.
"What happened?" Heero asked emotionlessly.
Heero watched Duo, becoming very aware of their close proximity, even at this distance. In fact, the slight brush of Duo's braid was doing his groin no favours. He silently willed himself to release Duo, but his body rebelled.
Duo trembled a bit, albeit Heero's grasp was gentle. He looked down at their hands, his was slightly smaller, and the back of it was mottled red.
"I kinda spilt boiling water on it."
Heero stood. "Baka."
Duo would have willingly agreed, but before he could open his mouth, Heero yanked him closer. Duo stumbled forward and tensed every muscle in his body to stop himself from falling against Heero.
It didn't help that Heero, not letting go of Duo's hand, began to step past. Duo twitched his hips out of the way so Heero wouldn't brush him below the waist, and as a result, was dragged alongside Heero in a very awkward position.
Upon reaching the kitchen sink, Heero swung him sharply to the right. Duo practically spun right around he was moving so fast, but a firm, soft hand caught his side to steady him.
Duo shuddered at the unexpected touch. He closed his eyes, wanting to relish every second that Heero's hand touched his bare skin. But seconds later, Heero's hand still had not moved.
What the...? Duo felt Heero's hand lift his.
"Move." A cool voice said.
Duo looked around Move? Heero's left arm blocked the left path, his right hand held Duo from the right, and the kitchen sink obstructed the front. There was only one way to go.
The sudden weakness flooding his body drained his voice of its usual sass. "Sure, okay, but where?"
When Heero's hand slid smoothly around to Duo's stomach, Duo clamped his teeth down on his lower lip promptly.
"Back." Heero said dispassionately.
His hand guided Duo back gently, but Duo stumbled until the press of Heero's body against his stopped him. Mostly, all he could feel was Heero's tank - damn that top - but where their skin contacted.
Heero pulled Duo's hand over to the sink. He let go, but his right hand was still nestled on Duo's abdomen.
Duo scrutinised every single movement suspiciously. Even as Heero twirled the coldwater tap, Duo was waiting for some kind of trick.
"Yeeow!" Cold water gushed against the burn. He spun instinctively, but Heero's hands shot out and held Duo in place as the boy whimpered.
"This is the standard prelude to healing a burn. Stay still."
Duo whimpered and whined, even though it didn't hurt anymore. He pulled desperately, trying to twist out of Heero's hands, but they were fixed. Heero's whole, 'I can touch you, but you can't touch me' thing, was becoming unbearable.
He looked at Heero with big, puppydog eyes, but Heero just stared at him. Duo mewed.
"Shut up, it doesn't hurt."
"It does tooo!"
He whined and pleaded with Heero a bit more, even though Heero was - as usual - ignoring him. Finally Duo sagged miserably, letting the cool water flow over his burn.
Duo closed his eyes and sulked. The burn wasn't actually that serious, not half as serious as the bruises on his back and chest.
Suddenly, the hand on Duo's abdomen slipped a little lower. He swore his eyes made a 'whoosh!' sound as they opened, and Duo stiffened.
Duo gulped, trying to relax. Heero probably hadn't done it on purpose. Wasn't aware that Duo's body was fitted against his, that his hands were___
"What do you care anyway?" Duo asked a bit more frantically than he'd intended.
"The faster you heal the less inconvenience you cause."
Typical Yuy talk, Duo sighed. He leaned back against Heero, enjoying the feel of warm steel against his own body. It wasn't like he got a chance like this very often.
A full minute passed, and Duo almost began to drift off. Then Heero's hand dropped a full inch. Duo stifled a yelp and his head shot up. "Uh... Heero is it finished?"
"No."
Duo closed his eyes and quivered as Heero's fingertips slid just underneath the band of his boxers. His legs were shaking slightly, and his head had nestled itself into the crook of Heero's neck.
Heero's hand slid deeper. That was it. Duo couldn't take it; he gave a soft moan as he lost all ability to stand.
Heero was practically holding his entire weight when Heero's voice broke through. "It's done."
Duo whimpered as cold air rushed up his skin. Heero's gentle, firm hands left his skin, and so did his body. Duo would have crumpled right then and there were it not for the counter in front to support him.
Duo latched onto the edge like his life depended on it. He was desperate; he wouldn't give Heero the satisfaction of watching him fail.
"Thanks, Hee-chan." Duo chirped, unable to resist raking Heero with his eyes as he talked.
God, even a cold shower wouldn't cure this one. Ice, then?
"Hn."
Heero walked towards him, face unreadable. Duo squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, willing himself to focus.
Heero was still there when he looked again, only closer. Duo started, nearly falling backwards. As usual, the ever faithful kitchen counter prevented a bruised ass.
"Nani?" Duo asked meekly.
Heero's emotionless gaze fixed on his hands. Duo's heart began to race as it slid up his body to his face, and then down Duo's chest. He stood rigid under the scrutiny, and bit his lip when Heero's eyes travelled down further. They fastened on what Duo had forgotten to hide.
Light colour shaded his cheeks. Damn his male anatomy.
When Heero took a step forward, Duo recoiled like a cat, ready to split. His violet eyes widened and shone with an almost girlish quality. Duo had used that look on plenty as a street kid, though now, he could have used his balls.
He's probably going to kill me, Duo thought, hypnotized as Heero advanced. He moved like a cat stalking prey.
Oh shit! Even if he bolted now Heero would probably just stick out an arm and knock him over. Not that it mattered. Duo was rooted to the spot, and those large impassive eyes were sucking all thought from him.
Duo blinked. He started. Heero was now standing so close Duo wouldn't have been surprised if Heero could hear his heart beat.
"Hee-chan?" Duo asked weakly.
A moment passed, and then Heero's hand brushed past his groin. Oh Gods. A small whimper escaped his throat, and Heero's lightning-fast hands caught him before he hit the floor.
Was this the prelude to his death? Toy with Duo's head and body, and then shoot him for liking it. Duo ducked his head and trembled, damn Heero for being so beautiful.
Heero leaned forward and rested one hand on the counter beside Duo. The braided boy sucked in a breath as Heero's other hand slithered around his waist.
Duo tried to speak, but it took two tries before his voice worked.
"I..." Duo shuddered. The hand whispered up wonderfully and started running down from his jaw.
"I... I've got to go wash my hair!" Duo blurted.
He ducked under Heero's arm and fled for the stairs.
Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower, cold shower.
Heero watched Duo dash away, his braid flying out behind him. He briefly considered following him, but his laptop bleeped.
Heero cut through his hazy pleasure and turned toward his laptop, satisfied that despite the. distractions, his performance as a soldier remained unimpaired.
In truth, Heero's heart was fluctuating wildly between losing and keeping control. He looked toward the staircase. His body begged for release, and the only way he was resisting following Duo up the stairs was his own personal resolve that the baka meant nothing to him. Not that he'd ever admit that.
He directed his gaze back to his laptop. As usual, a mail icon popped up soundlessly in the corner of his screen, arriving the same time as it had been for the past week. Its appearance only served to push him further into the perfect soldier, and Heero wrote back his confirmation and deleted the message.
His fingers ached as he typed. His hands were cramped and rigid from various machine guns and rifles, and they'd been scraped raw on the rock climb back. He sported a fresh stab wound in his right shoulder, which he'd already tended to.
As a temporary solution, he'd torn his shirt into strips and wrapped them around the gash to stop profuse bleeding. It was surprising the Baka hadn't noticed, probably too distracted.
Heero gave his inbox a brief scan and then shut the lid on his laptop, preparing to head upstairs. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the first-aid box, but dismissed it almost immediately. The makeshift bandages would suffice for now.
He stood up, laptop under his right arm. Pivoting around, he walked toward the flight of steps that led to the five boy's bedrooms.
When Heero reached the base of the stairs, and faltered.
He clenched his teeth and began climbing up. Doctor J had warned him of emotional attachment, concerned especially that it would interfere with the coming mission. Heero had reassured him that it would not.
Now he was not so sure. His defuse to force back the others, had failed. The moment Heero had stepped in the door and Wufei hadn't attacked him, he'd known Wufei had been informed of his mistake. The opportunity to strike back for Wufei's error had been very unexpected.
It was likely Trowa was the informant. His injured soon-to-be lover, Quatre would forgive Heero regardless of what he did and regardless of whether Heero actually cared.
And Duo? Ah, Duo. Had he forgotten Heero's attempts to severe the one braided link to his past, or was it simply that he no longer cared? His mind subconsciously reached for a memory buried deep inside.
Trowa had spoken at length before Heero had left. It was something Quatre and Duo would have appreciated, but Heero plainly analysed. Perhaps that was why Trowa rarely talked.
He'd left Quatre for only moments, but Heero could see that it pained him to be away from the blonde. No, he wouldn't finish the mission, Trowa had said.
He had already made the connection, as Heero had expected that Heero had attempted to cut off Duo's braid. Trowa's intellect matched his own, and Heero knew that lies would amount to nothing.
The taller boy had stopped Heero, a perplexing, and different, glaze to his eyes.
"Quatre may die tonight."
"Hn."
Heero had chosen to ignore the comment. He had no desire to express sorrow. He'd turned to walk away, but Trowa's hand had snared his elbow. "Heero."
He'd stared at Trowa, and then his hand.
It relaxed and flopped. "Don't die."
"Hn."
"I mean it." Trowa's voice had amplified, but the sound had flowed through lips that scarcely moved. "You're such a cold bastard sometimes, Heero." He had murmured.
It had been a surprising comment, coming from Trowa.
The boy had continued. "But Duo loves you, no matter how much you hurt him." An almost inaudible sigh. "Just... don't leave it too late, Heero. not like me."
Heero hadn't responded, he'd shouldered the rifle, chains and ropes, and set off, ignoring Trowa and what had been said.
Heero felt his eyes harden. There was no need to inform Duo of anything. No need at all. The only factor influencing his decision to keep Duo alive was the necessity of a trained gundam pilot. That was all.
Satisfied that he had established an appropriate frame of mind, Heero proceeded up the stairs.
"It's gettin' hot in here..." Duo sung as he shook out his braid "So take off all your__ Yeeow!" Duo slid beneath ice-cold spray, "__clothes!"
I am, getting' so hot, I'm gonna take my clootthhees off!"
Duo did a sexy dance in time to his imaginary music - it might warm his gooseflesh. "Get a little bitta uh, uh..."
Duo was singing in the shower again. The degree at which Duo could amplify his voice never failed to amaze Heero. His song seemed to echo in every room in the house.
Usually Heero could have shot Duo's radio to shut them both up. But today Duo was singing by himself. There was only one solution.
Mind made up, Heero glided with predatory speed toward the door.
Heero flung it open with a loud slap. He opened his mouth to tell Duo to leash his tongue, when he faltered, frozen. He had been totally unprepared for his body's reaction. The sight of Duo unclothed, slick with water and dancing sensually in time to music only he could hear, flooded Heero's groin with heat.
He'd never felt such an immediate pull, such an instant need, and it frightened him that this was not under his control. Heero trembled with the intensity of his lust, his hand instinctively seeking the steady reliability of the wall. His fingers crushed through the plaster, scattering splinters on the carpet.
Duo was startled out of his song at the sound of... crumbling wall? Why was Heero outside his door? He turned and around and froze. Shit! When had Heero come inside the bathroom?
Heero raised his eyes, meeting Duo's confused, very big, violet ones. He closed his mouth against a snarl. What was happening to his body? Why wasn't it moving at his will?
Heero backed away ever so slightly, his dark gaze locked on Duo's.
Then he whirled around and slammed the door.
Duo blinked. Rather uncertainly, he grabbed his toothbrush and jammed it in his mouth. Duo's eyes swung to the lock on the door, dangling by a single screw.
Duo began scrubbing at his teeth. Heero had gone to lengths to open the bathroom door, not that a bathroom lock was much trouble for the perfect soldier, but he'd known that Duo was inside...
Then again, he might have thought Duo was simply cleaning up instead of letting his hair loose, stripping down and sexy dancing. Damn. Had Heero seen that?
He swallowed a mouthful of water and gargled it, almost choking. God Duo wouldn't mind seeing Heero sexy dance, but he doubted the guy actually did. Didn't seem like the type of thing emotionless killers did.
Duo cringed and rinsed his mouth out again. He hadn't meant that. Heero wasn't an emotionless killer. The guy was just reserved. Hadn't even had much of a reaction to Naked Duo.
If their positions had been reversed he probably would've hopped in the shower with him.
Duo popped his head out of the shower and chucked his toothbrush at the bathroom sink, drenching the floor with his hair in the process. It still hadn't registered that the object of his affections had just viewed him stark naked.
When it did, Duo growled in frustration. It's not true! He lied to his dick. Stupid Heero. He'd only just got it down too.
Duo glared at the jetting spray, the icicles were getting to him. He looked down, affirmed that the cold shower was officially not working, and sighed, switching it to steamy.
He held extra tight to his toothbrush and began singing again.
Heero rolled out the weights beneath Duo's bed and lifted them both effortlessly. He sat on the bed and began pumping with an unusual boost of vigour, annoyed that it did nothing to relieve his tension.
What was wrong with him? After a few minutes, he heard Duo start singing again. He dropped the weights heavily, not caring that the thump almost overcame Duo's voice.
Heero flipped his hands, palm up. They were shaking.
He was unaccustomed to the feeling, but he knew, instantly that he hated it. Hated it with every fibre of his being.
"Stop." He said coldly.
They didn't. It didn't. And it wasn't just his hands, his whole body quivered. Like he was glass getting ready to break.
"Stop." He ordered, but his body wasn't listening.
Heero jumped to his feet, and backed up until he was braced against the wall, clutching one trembling hand with the other. Shakes rocked his form, his eyes, glassy.
Heero couldn't look away. "What's wrong with me?"
An image flashed in front of his eyes. Duo. It was Duo. All Duo's fault.
Duo twirled the taps until the last strains of water stopped dripping. He hummed lightly as he stepped out onto the wet tiles, shutting the glass door behind him. The whole room was clouded with thick steam and it stuck like humidity.
Duo slid on soaked boxers, ignoring the chill that accompanied them. His hair practically gave the floor its own personal wash, and he realised he'd forgotten to wring it dry.
Duo growled, and right as he started back into the shower, the bathroom door burst into splinters.
Heero walked in and flung him against the sliding door. Duo gasped as the breath was knocked out of him, feeling glass crack behind his back.
He released him and Duo slid to the floor. Slightly dazed, Duo asked, "What's with you, Heero?"
Heero spun to walk out the door, but remarkably Duo was already up on his feet and had a hand on Heero's shoulder. Heero stiffened, and Duo sighed, letting his hand fall to his side.
"Hey come on Hee-chan, you can tell Shinigami."
No reply.
Duo's tone softened and he asked, "Is it Doctor J?"
Heero's muscles locked with tension. He turned slowly, all things around he and Duo simply fading away. "Back. Off."
That look was crumbling Duo's will to bits, and was probably burning a hole in his skin, too. But for some foolish reason, he persisted.
"Come on, Hee-chan."
Heero's voice was arctic. "Leave."
"But you've been so different these days Heero." Duo continued meekly.
"Get out, Duo."
Heero's impassive eyes bored into Duo, betraying none of the danger in continuing to speak.
"You can tell me, Hee-chan." Duo's face broke into a grin, more forced than real. Still, Heero was tolerating him longer than usual, and he took it as a good sign. On pure impulse, he bounded forward and wrapped his arms around Heero. Duo froze, and realised it was too late to pull back.
Eep. Please don't kill me.
Heero shoved him aside and walked forward. He turned. "This is your last warning. Get out."
Duo took a chance. "Please Hee-chan I'm worried."
To Duo's complete and utter surprise, a soft, purring growl rumbled in Heero's throat. Duo banked, taking a faltering step back. He raised his eyes slightly, and shivered, half in excitement, half in fear.
Heero's locks splayed across his eyes in the sexiest way possible. His eyes were like two pools of liquefied sapphire, dark, and almost seeming to swirl with...
Lust fired Duo's blood. Was he reading those eyes correctly? It wasn't possible. Heero didn't like him, and he sure as hell didn't want him. Duo's breath quickened. He was probably just seeing what he wanted before he died.
It was only when Heero came at him with predatory speed and had Duo's hands locked behind his back that he realised something was terribly wrong. Heero yanked back his drenched hair hard enough to bring tears to Duo's eyes, forcing him back against his body.
Duo whimpered from the pain and wailed. "Gomeeeennn Heero! Gommmeeeennnnnnn!!!"
Heero's hand locked ruthlessly on his jaw, pulling it around with little resistance. Duo blinked back his tears and started throwing apologies left and right. "Kuso! I'm sorry Hee-chan I won't ever uh, bother you agai___"
His words cut off when Heero pressed his soft lips against Duo's neck. Duo started and gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Duo's voice raised an octave. "Heero?"
He actually wants me?
"Heero___Ohhhhhh God..." In a second all thought expired and he shuddered against Heero as he lost himself in the sensations. Heero trailed kisses down his throat, each wet lick of his darting tongue electrifying.
"Heero..." Duo moaned, unable to move. He tried to break free of Heero's hold on his hair, but it only tightened and pulled, reminding Duo that this was not a dream.
Heero's other hand curled around Duo and slid sensually down his chest and stomach. Duo pressed into the hand, wanting and needing that touch to speed up. God how many times had he dreamed of this?
Duo reflexively moaned and thrust out his hips as Heero's hand slid beneath the waist. He ached to be touched, but just before Heero reached him, he curled his hand into a fist, and drew agonisingly slowly back out. Duo squirmed and whimpered, "Heero stop..."
Obviously the sadist didn't care. He simply kept playing the same game with Duo's body over and over again, making Duo beg and plead for some small touch.
"Stop..."
He didn't.
"Heeeero..."
In one fluid movement, Heero spun him around, and with his open hand, slammed Duo onto his back. Duo didn't even notice. He whimpered during the split second Heero's hands and lips left him, his own hands already heading to finish the job.
He cried out mournfully when Heero captured both Duo's wrists before he could do anything, and pinned them above his head. Duo moaned and arched off the floor, begging Heero to touch him.
Heero ignored it. He straddled Duo's hips, revelling in Duo's loud moan of pain and pleasure. Heero's hand resumed its evil pattern as he made an arc over the smaller boy. Then he spread his knees wide and pressed himself fully against Duo.
Duo whimpered and writhed beneath him, needing the friction. His lips clamped down on his lower lip and Heero clamped an urgent hand down on Duo's side to stop him.
Duo's violet eyes lit with the small triumph. Encouraged, he lifted his hips off the floor and crushed himself against the other boy. Almost immediately Heero threw back his head and moaned, struggling to hold Duo down with one hand.
His eyes found Duo's face again and misted with fierce hunger. Duo smirked in spite of his own need as he eagerly rose his back up off the carpet.
Heero's hand left his wrists to pin Duo's sides to the floor. "Stop..." he growled.
The moment his hands were free Duo was reaching for Heero's spandex. He tugged and growled in frustration. "How the hell do you...?"
Heero smirked and rolled off Duo, slipping effortlessly out of the tight spandex.
"You__" Duo whimpered as Heero ripped his boxers down the front, forgetting whatever he'd been about to say. Heero smirked as Duo's lips parted in a gasp, the fine sheen over his skin more sweat than water.
Heero slid his body down Duo's, his hands whispering luxuriously across shivering skin.
He glided past Duo's groin and thighs, and whacked hands away that tried to grab him to pull him back up. Duo trembled and grit his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He couldn't take this much longer. If Heero didn't fucking fuck him now he was going to come!
Duo was too caught up in NOT thinking about fucking Heero that he didn't notice him slither back up. When Heero's index finger brushed one hardened nipple Heero was rewarded with a sharp cry. Heero tweaked the nipple, and then drew it swiftly into his mouth, his tongue flicked out to taste, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Duo tensed and moaned, "...Heeero__"
Heero licked the nipple once more, and then left it. Duo arched pleadingly toward Heero's mouth, but Heero simply pressed the boy back down. He whimpered as Heero's lips and tongue trailed a wet path down Duo's chest, ignoring the small noises of protest.
Heero ran his palms over taut muscles that quivered at his touch, his tongue sliding along Duo's inner thigh as he squirmed. Duo arched his back into something of a bridge, begging Heero to give him release.
"Please Heero..."
Duo tried to tug his hands out of Heero's grip, but Heero held him fast. He shifted upwards, his skin only sighing across Duo's body as he tightened his hand on Duo's wrists.
Heero balanced himself on top of Duo so he wasn't touching him, his eyes raking Duo's body despite his own raw need.
"Heero." Duo begged.
Heero couldn't stop himself. He lowered himself on the boy and skated slightly downwards. Then Heero fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking and feeding as Duo moaned, grinding his thigh against Heero's hardness.
Heero shuddered and almost stopped swirling his tongue around Duo's right nipple. He resumed with such controlled savagery that Duo threw back his head and hissed in pleasure. Slender fingers left his wrists to tease his left nipple, and Duo clamped his free hands down on Heero, fingernails biting into his flesh.
"God I can't take this__" Duo moaned, tasting the salty tang of blood in his mouth.
He tried to press himself against Heero, but the elusive bastard slid back down, his hands and tongue gliding. Duo was seeing stars by now, whimpering and twisting against Heero's hold, desperately trying to form a comprehensive sentence that would drive Heero to take him.
"Please..." He whimpered.
Heero smirked, but Duo was in too much pleasure to notice.
He did, however, notice what came next. He'd fantasized about this happening more times than he could count, but the real thing was far, far better. Heero's tongue flicked out and licked the head of Duo's cock.
Duo didn't even have time to groan as Heero's lips plunged down and his throat stretched, taking as much of Duo as he could into his mouth.
"Holy Shit!" Duo convulsed and arched off the floor, his chestnut mane pooling beneath him.
"I cant... oh God Heero__"
For the next few moments he was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, practically thrusting into Heero's mouth. He'd lost all sense of the world; all he could feel was the tightness of Heero's lips and the sharp contrast of his wet, soft mouth.
He tangled his fingers in Heero's silky mop of hair and felt his hips and thighs buck, barely even aware of himself. Duo spread his knees wide and thrust his hips as he felt orgasm approaching.
"Heeero." he moaned.
A dangerous purr from Heero was all it took to send Duo sprawling over the edge.
Duo's back made a perfect arc off the floor. He released a long, involuntary cry as a hot stream gushed out and filled Heero's mouth. Duo vaguely registered Heero swallowing, and then he collapsed.
Duo opened his eyes when something silky landed on his face. Every muscle was lax, his body in a pleasurable state of golden immobility. Though it took great effort, he shook the material off so he could see.
It took him a while to register that the material was the two unattached pieces of his boxers, and that Heero, redressed in spandex, stood by the door.
A moment after he saw Heero, the warmth in his heart and limbs chilled. Heero's eyes held no recognition, their cobalt depths impassive to the point of inhuman.
Duo felt as if he had been slapped.
That voice of cold steel. "You were warned."
Heero pivoted and walked out the door.
Duo couldn't help it. He couldn't hold back the wave of emotion that hit him then, like a ruthless stab to the heart. Duo clamped a hand across his mouth as he sat up.
He'd been used and tossed aside like a whore. He'd even been warned of it. Tears swelled at Duo's violet eyes, as he curled his knees into his body.
His hand, still across his lips, muffled a short sob. God he'd been so stupid. He'd been so stupid to think that he could change anything. That Heero might actually act like he cared.
Duo wrapped his arms around himself and rocked. At least Heero hadn't fucked him, hadn't fucked him like the way Duo had begged.
Duo closed his eyes against the empty doorway and ducked his head.
He couldn't help it. So what. Boys were allowed to cry. Just because the perfect soldier was fucking inhuman and didn't know how.
Duo snatched his braid in his hands and looked around hopelessly for a minute, searching for something to direct his attention at, to stop him from crying. A fruitless minute passed, and then another, and then another.
And then Duo broke down, buried his face in his arms, and wept like a child.
The End of Chapter Five
Yayyyyy and it only took like wat, 2 weeks to load it up! Neway, I apologize PROFUSELY for that.
Sadly its gonna be like another 1 or 2 weeks before chapter 6 gets put up. Exams. ahhhhh! (I really am a hypocrite, eh?)
But newho, next chap: quatre seizures, duo realisations, duo pain, heero bastardness, heero pain (dun really know what I'll do with wufei next time)
Thankoooo chow!
