Hey you! I know it kind of took me forever and I am soo sorry, but I've
just become a lazy shit. I'd really like to give you an excuse but SORRY.
I'm starting up a webby! I'll tell u wen its up! Duz ne1 know of free webby service thingos other than angelfire, tripod, or geocities?
PERSONALS TO REVIEWERS: (sorry if I missed ppl but I didn't think any of u would actually care)
Oh thankyou all soooo much!!!!! I luv reviews! I luv u alllll! *tear*
thx to IZZY whose soooo nice 2 me all the time, even when my work SUX
and LORA-HELEN who alllways gives reviews even if she thinks its crap, I no she duz that 2 every1 coz shes the best review friend u can haf
and ME(THE OTHER) - f****** bitch stole my name~! - kidding, thankooooo.
And KITTEN coz u gave me a real long review n I lurrrrvvee those ones. N thankoo coz I was scared no1 else liked duo being vulnerable and heero being a bastard.
ANGEL OF DEATH thanks for not accusing me of being the lazy asswipe I am.
DUO/FOLKEN/TK u gave me the idea!!!
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Yaknow like 60 percent like 2x1s?
Neway, 1x2 LEMON - my first so pwease no flames, 3x4 cuddles, angst, language
Oh, 1500 words FROM THE BEGINNING are missing - they're on my friend's computer, so I'll post em when I get it back. It just specifies how sad trowa and quat are, and how heero ended up on the road
LAST TIME: duo and the pole, wufei knows the truth, everyone pretends nothing happened, trowa feels bad coz quat took a nightmare bullet thing for him, Duo forgot bout Quat and Trow, Duo caught onto Heero's pain, Duo got head (FINALLY)
Chapter Six
Odd. You'd think after having the object of your affections give you head for the past hour you'd be a happy guy. But then, if you liked him for more than his gorgeous looks, and he'd just left you naked in the middle of room with his cum all over your legs, you might not feel so chipper.
"Well isn't this fun," Duo chirruped, shattering the silence.
He was practically laying spread eagle on the carpet, letting whispery fingers dry the sweat from his skin. Even if Duo hadn't touched his hair, he would've known it looked like it belonged to a prehistoric fashion catalogue.
Didn't smell that way, though. Damn that boy for smelling so good. Duo breathed in luxuriously, a small smile tugging at his lips, Heero's scent still clung to his skin. It was delicious, spicy, sensual, and Duo knew it very intimately. He lapped at the air around him, loving every lungful.
Loving every... why was he still like this? Pining for Heero like he hadn't left Duo naked in the middle of a room with his cum all over Duo's legs!
"Nghrrr..." Duo moaned, turning onto his stomach, the moan somehow managing to twist into a malformed growl during the transition.
It was the best way to express his frustration, really. Not that the carpet his cheek was nuzzling actually cared to know, but he could delude himself, let himself think something cared, couldn't he? He sighed. The moan had been for his pain, the growl for his failed endeavour to get amnesia, and the sigh for the pathetic, dismal state he was in.
He'd been the cause of Heero's explosion of.... hormones? Anger? Who knew? When the subject matter was Heero, no one did. The guy was totally unpredictable. But not so unpredictable that Duo couldn't have guessed his reaction to being pestered.
Ugh! He'd been such an idiot! Stepping out of the shower and standing there with his big goofy grin, questioning Heero, even though he knew the Perfect Soldier was a temperamental psycho and just a tad violent when you got on his nerves. He hadn't even had the right mind to back away slowly when Heero had gotten his animal eyes. Wild, dark and oh-so sexy they might be, but when Heero got animal eyes, anyone with half a brain KNEW it was time to stop.
There it was again. Anyone with half a brain. Duo had always figured 90 percent of his head was skull anyway, but to actually have evidence that he was truly retarded, now that was something.
Duo couldn't restrain the urge to whack his forehead on the floor. There goes another 2000 brain cells, he thought absently. He'd be kicking himself later if that whack blurred his memory of the day though.
He studied the carpet lint, without really looking at it. As much as he wanted to forget the pain, he didn't really want to forget the day. Actually, as a matter of fact, he didn't want to forget an instant of it. It probably wouldn't ever occur again, so he had to cherish every moment. Relish ever second of contact, skin against skin, mouth against air...
Duo blinked. His thoughts were scrambled, thanks to the personal blow to his head, but he struggled to recollect what fragments of memory between Pleasure Highs he still had.
He was about to inform the carpet that 'no, it wasn't working,' when it struck him. During the whole course of the. stuff, Heero's lips had never so much as brushed his. Sure they'd kissed his body like a couple of thousand times. His lips had been everywhere... neck, chest, thighs, cock, you name it, but... they'd never touched Duo's face.
Not once.
Flipping onto his back, Duo settled a vacant stare on the ceiling. What did that mean? Did it mean that all those touches had just been... play? That to kiss Duo would have meant true intimacy? That by kissing every part of Duo except that which was most sacred, he avoided a true violation of Duo, a real... a real... promise?
Duo closed his legs. Not that his cock wasn't sacred, he reasoned. It was just, well weren't lips used in romantic context? Romance novels never described the male attributes. That is to say, he didn't think they did, 'cause it wasn't like he leafed through the pages looking for them...
Duo released a loud sigh. Fact of the matter was, Heero was just some guy who'd happened to suck Duo's dick, and was now over it. Think one-time fling, one night-stand, do and dump, fuck and chuck, there were endless names for what he and Heero had just executed. And Duo was perfectly cool with it. Per-fect-ly cool.
"Sure." Duo shrugged, which was rather awkward seeing as he was lying down. "I could see it that way."
If Heero only wanted him for a few off the side blow jobs well that was just fine with him. Lot's of guys did that type of shit. Hell, he might've done it to a few girls. Well maybe not to that extent, but enough to hurt the recipient.
What the hell. What was he doing? Evaluating his situation like it was a fucking mission; why not get Heero in to type up a report? - Oh that's right, Heero LEFT!
Duo waited a minute, and then squeezed his eyes shut. Damn. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much... Since when had getting head meant so much to him anyway?
'Since it was Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, cold-blooded killer who doesn't give a fuck for his comrade who acts like he's so in love he can't think straight.'
"Shut up!" Duo snarled at the wall. He sniffed, "I'm not in love."
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. Energy restored, he raised his chin in the air and sniffed again. "As if I'd love someone like that."
"Like___" Wufei stuck his head in the door and immediately pulled it back out. "Whoa - what the fuck!"
Duo forced a genuine-sounding chuckle. "Don't act like you didn't like it Wu-man!"
"Shut up, Maxwell." Wufei yelled, sounding pissed. "Why are you not clothed?"
A minute passed as Duo scanned the room for something to wear. Finally, he grabbed a floppy corner of his blanket and yanked it off the bed, twining it around his hips.
"I am now." Duo called back.
Wufei inched around the corner suspiciously. When he saw Duo, the tension alleviated, but his face remained wary.
Wufei stared.
"What?" Duo demanded.
Wufei cocked his head a teeny bit, looking at him in the same way you'd study a Gundam... but weirder. A brief pause, he said, "Duo..."
"What's up?"
"Why are you wearing a skirt?"
Duo blinked in confusion for a moment, and then burst into guffaw. "Wanna give it a try, Wuffie?"
"I'm not into that sort of thing." Wufei replied gingerly.
Duo pouted. "Aw come on! I've even got heels if you want."
Wufei scowled - rather nervously - as Duo sashayed toward him. In a hurried attempt to change the subject, his eyes passed over the room, settling on some familiar black material on the carpet.
Duo noticed Wufei frown at something on the floor. He looked behind him absently. His eyebrows shot up and he could've sworn his braid stood on end. Not in the best state to think straight, Duo panicked.
Wufei caught Duo's fist effortlessly, a mile away from his face.
"Heh..." Duo tried.
"Just a tip. You could try moving your arm at a rate faster than three millimetres per second; it might improve the effectiveness of your blows."
Duo grinned sheepishly. "Yup. I'll take it to heart."
Wufei studied Duo with a slanty-eyed gaze. Something was up. Although he'd never admit it, it was 'usually' an even match in hand-to-hand combat, when they sparred. The best either got was a few lucky blows, or his opponent giving in because he hadn't conserved enough energy.
Wufei dropped it... momentarily. "What was it for?"
"Eh?" Duo squinted, feeling kinda woozy.
"Why did you attempt to hit me?"
Duo squeaked.
"Well?"
"Umm..." In a desperate crack at evading the question, Duo cried, "How could I resist!" and pounced on his fellow comrade. Surprisingly, Wufei's glide was so slow that Duo actually managed to topple him over; landing in a sprawl on top the chinese boy.
The growl was the only warning he got until Duo was literally hurled across the room and smacked against the wall with enough force to kill. His eyes exploded with light as the back of his head slapped brick, his body crumpling to the carpet.
Duo moaned softly as he opened his eyes. He was lucky; the blow had caused only temporaril damage. Nothing was broken but...
"Wu-man?" Duo whispered.
His eyes widened slightly, as he realised Wufei was clutching his head and snarling through clenched teeth. A vein in his neck corded and throbbed as he turned to look at Duo, his eyes gleaming savagely until he clenched them shut.
Duo stared, completely taken aback. He stared still, when Wufei fell to his knees, breathing hard, sweat beading on his skin.
"Wufei..." He said softly.
Wufei raised a furious glare and dared him to say something. "Where's Yuy?" He ground out.
"Uh... dunno."
He stood up. Charcoal eyes narrowed as they glared at him. Duo tried to hold the gaze, but he wilted within seconds. He cringed at Wufei's harsh voice. "I see."
"Wu-man... what just happened?"
After what seemed like an eternity, Wufei scowled and walked forward a few stiff paces and offered his hand. Duo simply stared at the open palm for a few seconds, before it struck him that Wufei was offering him help to stand. - Wufei offering help? Damn, there really must be something wrong with him.
Wufei yanked him up with needlessly painful force, and Duo winced as he felt his arm practically wrench from its socket. He grinned to disguise all his bruises. "Thanks Wuffie!"
Wufei nodded, though something like uncertainty flashed through his eyes. A scowl masked what might have been there, as he appraised Duo with eagle- sharp eyes. "You look like shit. Go to sleep. Wash your hair."
Duo scrunched up his face in confusion. "In that order?"
Wufei just grunted, "baka" and strode out of the room.
Duo blinked.
His eyes strayed to the floor where his boxers lay. Duo stooped down to pick them up with a groan. He held the material limp across both hands, before scrunching it in his fists. His body ached, but he didn't care. His movements mechanical, Duo aimed for Heero's rubbish bin.
He was stopped in mid-throw by a short, high-pitched wail.
It took a long moment to register that the wail was coming from inside the house. It took another moment to register that the wail was familiar. As the piercing sob trailed off, Duo remembered just who to, and what, he had done.
Time slowed to an agonising pace as he whirled around.
"NO."
A long, anguished cry echoed down the hall as he burst into an all out sprint, swinging around the doorway in a tangle of blanket and legs. Duo kept running, his feet practically moving of their own accord, his arms clutching the bundle of cloth together on a purely instinctive level.
Tears had started to film on Duo's eyes again, as he ran with speed so unnatural he couldn't ever have accomplished consciously. Right now, he was blind to the world around him.
When Duo reached Quatre's room, he skidded to a halt, almost falling over in the process. He flung open the door and stopped, frozen, so much guilt washing through him it hurt to stand. As usual, Duo had used his mouth before his mind.
"Is he alright?!" Duo blurted.
He closed his eyes, wishing he'd never intruded.
Trowa's soft, forgiving reply only made him feel worse. "He will be."
Duo opened his eyes and surveyed the scene, cursing his vociferous personality. Of course they'd be together... he should've known he wouldn't be welcome.
Trowa was spooning Quatre against his long body, his slender hands stroking in caresses to comfort, rather than seduce. The smaller boy was sweating terribly, his body jerking every few seconds, as if something struggled to escape.
Duo pressed his lips together as he started backing out. "I... I'll go."
He began to turn, suddenly ashamed of his tears. Who was he to cry, when Quatre was the one dying? A soft voice called to him. "Wait."
Duo obeyed wordlessly, his form sagging. It wouldn't matter if Trowa went off at him, Duo told himself, he deserved it.
'You killed Quatre! You told him this mission was for five! You told him and you made him follow! He went into the bushes and you left him. You left him to be shot when you know he would have come after you!'
But when the other boy spoke, his voice was barely audible. "Look at me, Duo."
Duo turned and looked at him.
"Don't make the same mistake I did. don't. don't let Heero go."
Duo eyes widened as he backed out. It wasn't up to him, anyway.
Trowa hadn't noticed Duo leave. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him right now was his angel. His tormented, weeping angel. So much horror in their lives, and only one life to light them all.
"You were always so good at this, Love." Trowa murmured.
Quatre twitched, the movement rippling down his body. A soft moan escaped his parted lips, and he twisted in Trowa's arms. Trowa held him close. "There's something wrong with Heero," he whispered.
Quatre jerked and arched off the bed, wailing when Trowa's embrace restrained him. Trowa only pulled Quatre tighter against him. He closed his eyes and tried to choke off his despair. "We need you Love.. I need you.." He kissed Quatre's soft, trembling lips, once. "I love you.. please.. come back to me.."
Duo stared at his reflection in the mirror. Any other person might have seen lovely violet eyes, and the joyful soul that lit them. All he saw was Death. Shinigami: Killer of all things close.
* Flashback *
Duo slapped a hand across his mouth. "God - Quatre!" He cried, jumping off the bed and scrambling to the blonde pilot's side.
The pilot was too far-gone to notice, but Duo fawned over him anyway. He laid a supporting hand on Quatre's waist, asking, "What happened?" He bit his lip when he pulled his hand away, wet with blood.
'He was shot.'
*End*
Duo jerked as he felt his stomach revolt. He braced himself over the sink and bent his head as his belly rejected whatever he'd eaten that day. He spent the next few minutes retching up the remaining contents of his stomach.
Duo let himself hang there for a moment, warmth dripping from his eyes. Tears and strands of his hair matted with the mess in the sink, the smell nauseating. His throat and eyes burned as Duo reached for the taps.
He watched the torrent of water wash the sick down the drain. It may have cleaned the sink and his hair, but it didn't cleanse the sick feeling in his heart. Nothing could do that.
Duo smiled bitterly, empty tears refilling his eyes. He was resisting the habitual urge to bawl, he didn't deserve the luxury of tears.
Duo wiped his palms across his eyes.
There were no solutions this time. They had to wait it out, see if Quatre would wake up, or just deteriorate. Wait to see if he wasted away on a sickbed, until that loving, soft-hearted boy became nothing but a memory.
"I have to shower." He mumbled to himself. His skin felt dirty.
No singing this time.
"Are you alright, young man?"
* 'Are you alright, Heero?' *
"Is he hurt, Daddy?"
* 'I want you to hurt.' *
"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's just being foolish sweetheart."
* 'You fool, stop crying, you're fine.'
'Once more Heero, then I'm finished.' *
"Stay back."
*'Stay back!'*
"Stay back!!!"
Heero snapped to his feet, spun around and pressed the barrel of his gun hard right between the little girl's eyes.
"What the HELL are you doing!"
The little girl began to cry.
Heero wore an expression of complete vacancy, his large, blue eyes unblinking.
"Put that down, Boy!"
The outraged voice was only a buzz in the background. A mere bead of water in a deluge of rain. Heero spied the adult male out of the corner of his eye. The man's strength was not enough to compensate his lacking stealth. Heero dismissed him as fast as he had assessed him.
He realigned his arm with the girl's eyes.
They were sky blue, her sweet face the picture of dim-witted innocence. She was shaking visibly, her wails piercing to human ears. It didn't matter; Heero Yuy wasn't human.
"Now listen Son, I know you don't want to do this." An adult hand hovered above Heero's weapon.
*'Say you want me Heero, I want to hear you say it.'*
Heero shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He opened his eyes in time to see a hairy hand clamp down onto his gun. Heero reacted instinctively. He seized the thick wrist with lightning speed, twisted it and flipped the male over his head and onto his back. Where the man lay, the road had cracked.
A low groan played in the silence.
*'Kill her.
'Kill her, or I'll play with you again'*
Heero's glazed, dark eyes narrowed sharply with determination.
The word formed, hard and cold on his lips. "No."
* 'So you want more, do you?'
'Leave me alone... Please just leave me alone....'
'No.'*
"No." Heero repeated, eyes shut. His voice had lost its resolute strength.
His finger pressed down on the trigger.
"NO!!!" The man screamed.
AC 192
Five men sat in a room, bare of anything except plain wooden furniture that accommodated their temporary stay. The only sounds were the soft echoes of their voices and the faint creaking of their chairs. They were on the base floor of a high-rise building on L1, five doctor-scientists discussing clandestine information.
"You don't think this is a bit drastic?" Master O spoke gruffly.
"Not at all, war demands such extremities." Doctor J told him.
"But they'll be fifteen... little more than children? Surely we could wait___" Master O added.
"The chemicals may start acting up, after they have reached such an age." Doctor J folded his arms. "I won't take that risk."
Professor G harrumphed. "Well why That boy? What makes you think you can have him gather___"
"Please refrain from mentioning too many details, Professor. We don't know if this place is bugged."
Professor G sneered. "Evading my question?"
"Because Pilot 02 is infused with enough chemicals to make him insane." Doctor J said pleasantly. "It is a certainty that his body will react at fifteen. We do not know how long he'll last, even with the treatment.
A pause. "You're right."
"So you agree, Professor?" Doctor J asked without smugness.
Silence fell across them for a moment.
"It seems foolish. Unnecessary. We'll be done soon, besides." Doktor S sniffed.
"You're willing to use Pilot 02, Professor G?" Master O asked.
"Yes! He'll probably die within ten years."
Doctor J smiled. "And whose to say anything will go wrong? Perhaps neither of them will need to do anything."
"Except..." Professor G volunteered.
"Yes. Except Him."
"Poor boy. I feel sorry for him almost. They'll think he's a traitor." Professor G sighed.
No one said anything, so Doctor J continued on a different tone. "This will be the last of our meetings, there can be no more."
"So you're pressing for a decision." Instructor H spoke for the first time.
"Yes. Shall we vote?"
"What, no last swaying remarks, Doctor?" Doktor S smirked.
"I leave it up to you four, you know what I think." Doctor J replied, unperturbed.
"So, who says yes?" Doctor J smiled pleasantly with mock casualness, scanning each individual face.
After a soundless moment, Master O's hand rose to join Doctor J's. "This is war."
Instructor H slowly raised his hand. "He must be trained against all odds, including the value of life."
Doktor S and the Professor's expressions turned resentful.
J looked around and articulated with a slight smirk, "Then it is unanimous."
"HEERO!" Quatre bolted upright, his eyes flying open.
"Quat!" Trowa cried, his emotionless demeanour dropping. He wrapped his arms around Quatre, hugging him itght as the boy babbled incoherently.
"Quat..."
"You have to help him!" Quatre wailed, throwing back his head.
Trowa pulled Quatre closer to his body and pinned his flailing arms to his sides. "Where is he, Love?" He asked softly.
Quatre started as if he'd never known where he was. He pushed Trowa away, his hands whacking Trowa in the face. "Don't touch me!"
"Quatre, I___" Trowa curled an arm around Quatre's waist as the boy tried to scramble off the bed.
"Don't touch medon't touch medon't touch medon't touch me ."
"Quat!" Trowa wrapped both arms around him and flipped him onto his back. He shook him lightly by the shoulders, but Quatre recoiled, kicking his legs out in an effort to get away.
"It's me Love, ple___"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!"
Trowa stopped, his hands clamping down like locks.
Quatre whimpered under the ice-cold grip, but Trowa didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on what Quatre had yelled, and how Trowa was going to continue living if Quatre had meant what he'd said.
Trowa's voice wavered. "Stop calling you what...?"
"Love!" Quatre cried desperately, squirming in Trowa's hold. "Stop calling me Love!"
The colour faded from Trowa's eyes, what little expression he had, dying on his face. He released Quatre, watching the only thing he'd ever loved, crawl under the covers and cower away from him.
Trowa sat back, face deadpan. "I'm sorry."
Candles cast shadows along the bare walls of his bedroom, but the chinese boy was immune to their hypnotic dance. He was dancing his own dance, to a silent song with a deadly tune.
Lately his mind had been so crowded, every thought was painful. His usual gruffness was pretence for the others; they didn't need to know what was going on inside his head.
Not that he did. His mind felt like it had been crammed with wet cotton, and the hostility between the pilots was not helping.
So now, he spent his time dancing. Not in a physical sense, but in one that was purely astral. He danced in spirit and mind. Every spare moment of his time was taken up by meditation. It gave a brief instant of freedom, clarity, and forgiveness for the deaths of a thousand nameless men who he knew nothing about and never wanted to.
Duo... Wufei cringed, his concentration broken. Duo had suffered his inability to contain the mental attacks that Wufei suffered; Duo had suffered with his body. He hadn't meant to throw Duo across the room, he'd known the American had been playing; it had been pure instinct which drove him.
"Wufei."
He craned his neck around to look at the form silhouetted in the doorway behind him. "Yes?"
"Look after Winner. I am going to find Heero."
Wufei stared. Trowa never called Winner, Winner, it was always some sickly endearment like 'love' or 'angel' or at least Quatre. the name hadn't even been said with any warmth. His voice had resounded with the same softness, but it had seemed colder somehow, less... alive.
Wufei uncrossed his legs, and hopped lithely to his feet. He spoke with the caution one deals to a fierce predator. "No. You stay with Winner, I will find Yuy."
A shadow hung across Trowa's right eye, but Wufei swore he glimpsed something flicker through it. "Look after Winner, Wufei."
It was an order. Plain and simple. Trowa had issued a command, there was no part of his tone wasted on the casual friendship the pilots had gotten used to. He was ordering Wufei to look after Quatre.
For once, Wufei didn't rebel. Instead, he watched, astonished, as Trowa turned and vanished down the corridor. He stared at the empty doorway for a bit, before saying quietly, "alright."
Thud.
"Go..." Heero growled.
He was bent double, his fingers splayed on the concrete like a sprinter before his race. His breathing was shallow, yet deep, and the blood at his temples seemed too cold to be throbbing so powerfully.
"Paddddyyy!!!" The girl wailed.
"GO!!" Heero snarled.
"Leave her, honey, let's go."
Heero barely registered the soft patter of feet as the man dragged his daughter away from the carnage. He sagged when he could no longer hear their footsteps. They were safe.
"Heero."
His bare feet scraped the road as he whirled, his gun aimed dead ahead.
Heero stared, lowered his handgun. "Barton." He acknowledged distantly.
Trowa nodded.
Heero closed his eyes and nodded in reply, swaying on his feet.
"Are you alright?"
Heero ground his feet into the road, and shut off his senses. That way, he couldn't smell the coppery tang of canine blood.
Heero absently slid his gun back into his spandex. "Hai."
Duo was back at the mirror again. He'd spared a moment to ponder Trowa's departure, and had then dismissed it.
He was braiding his hair for the third time since he'd stepped out of the shower. His fingers moved rapidly as they braided three sections of his hair. When he came to its chestnut tail, he wound elastic around it, and tossed the thick rope over his shoulder.
He'd slicked his hair back uncharacteristically, and for a moment, as Duo raked his eyes across his reflection, he abhorred it. It was not how his hair had been styled, but what the style exposed. With his fringe tucked back, he could see the clean, heart-shape of his face, and every boyish, pretty feature.
Duo turned away, disgusted. Tears were already filled his eyes as he pushed away memories of his life on the streets. The past was never pleasant. Not for any of them.
But then again, the present was no better. And the future? The Gundam pilots had no future. There was nothing reminiscence about, nothing to indulge in, and nothing to look forward to. Their lives were as bleak, and as meaningless, as they had ever been.
Perhaps the present was the best. Hated and used by your one true. At least he could dream Heero liked him back. At least now, he could still wait for nights when sleep and little fantasises claimed him.
But now those fantasies had transpired.. It had been great, fantastic even, better than his dreams had delivered and definitely better than any chick or guy who'd ever gotten on their knees for him in his whole life. But it hadn't been enough, wasn't enough...
Duo managed to scowl. Over the past months Duo had managed to convince himself all he desired from Heero was a good fuck. That was as far as it was supposed to go. Lust, pure and simple.
'Yeah? Then why are you bawling your eyes out like it hurt that he sucked you off and left you behind?'
Duo frowned, unable to stop his lower lip from quivering. He bit it, tasting blood. Duo hated feeling so vulnerable.
He hadn't dropped his mask in such a long time. In a way he wore smiles in the same way Heero wore his 'imanasshole' expression. They were both masks, only decorated differently.
Duo felt something thin and rubbery in his hand. He staggered back into reality with a perplexed expression, and looked down.
Duo found himself staring at a triple bladed razor face down, poised above his left wrist.
"No!" Duo shouted, startled. He impulsively thrust the razor away from him, watching in horror as it ricocheted off the walls and bounced into a plastic tub. The razor clattered around the curved base of the tub until it slid to a stop, teasing Duo with its stillness.
Duo turned away and raked a hand through his hair, welcoming the feel of his bangs as they flopped back into place. Jesus. What had he been thinking.
Duo Maxwell, ready to kill himself over an asinine infatuation. Yeah right! He'd never shed a tear over anyone let alone... Duo shuddered... cut himself. So he'd bawled over Heero a few times but that stupid cunt didn't count.
"Fuck him!" Duo cried furiously, his eyes already filming over.
Heero wasn't worth that! Heero wasn't worth-y of Duo! He didn't deserve to have Duo hanging like this! Even with that perfect body or gorgeous face or sexy eyes___
"Fuck him!" Duo burst out again, not caring about the echo.
"I don't want him and I sure as hell don't need him!" Duo proclaimed. He tossed the razor one last snubbing look, and with that, pivoted on his heel and flung open the bathroom door.
He marched into the middle of the room, chin held so high he'd lost sight of everything but the ceiling. Duo tossed his braid.
"Heero can go fuck himself!"
Duo was about to stomp somewhere else when he froze, sensing someone else in the room. Oh shit.
"I'd rather fuck you."
Duo spun around, braid snapping like a whip. His breathing was already laboured, an innocent grin plastered across his face. "Heeey Hee-chan."
He expected a rebuke of the nickname, hoped for one. He needed it to stop himself from___ in less than a split second Duo felt a tightening sensation in groin as fire flooded up his body. His mouth fell open like a trap door, and he felt his every muscle clench.
Duo did his best not to let his eyes wander. 'Best' meaning, he gave them free reign over every smooth, olive skinned plane of Heero's body.
His breath hitched when he and Heero finally locked eyes. Those twin pools of liquid sapphire watched him with deadly, delicious intention.
Duo bit his lip again. No. He wouldn't give in this time. It was little more than a few hours since Heero had used him and tossed him aside, Wufei had beat him up, and Duo had found Quatre... had found Quatre...
"Duo." Heero purred.
Oh shit. Duo's urgency increased when he realised he was naked. He desperately seized up the last remaining sheet from his bed and knotted it at his hips.
"N-no Heero." Duo stammered nervously, struggling to hold his voice steady. He took a shaky step backward, watching with horror as Heero lips curved in the slightest smirk, and he began gliding toward him.
"P-please don't, Hee-chan," Duo pleaded. He held up both hands to ward Heero off, cowering against the wall. He couldn't look away as Heero closed the space between them.
He hadn't meant it. God he hadn't meant it. He wanted Heero more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. He dangled by a thread to his self- control, once Heero activated his hands, Duo was a dead man.
Duo gave a startled yelp as Heero's hand snaked out, grabbed the sheet at Duo's hips, and pulled him in with a sharp tug. Duo nearly fell into him, but pulled back as best as he could. Heero was faster, his arm slid around Duo's waist before he could run, the blanket loosening and falling away.
Duo breathed hard. "Heero... Heero I-____ohhh," Duo felt a hand brush his groin, the lingering contact sending thrills all through his body, and hardening him even more.
Heero steadied Duo's jelly legs, and then pressed both palms flat against Duo's chest and pushed him to the wall, his eyes acknowledging openly the reaction he'd caused.
Duo felt tears staining his cheeks. He wanted this, needed this, yet the knowledge that Heero was so intent on his own pleasure and didn't give a fuck about Duo, was enough to make Duo beg for him to stop. Duo was putty in Heero's hands, he was about to surrender every part of himself, and he didn't want to be hurt again.
Duo squirmed under Heero, only serving to rub himself against the Japanese boy's arousal. Heero's hand reached between them, and Duo hauled up every inch of his willpower to seize that hand and stop it in its course.
"D-don't, Heero... you don't even care!"
Heero let Duo hold his wrist there, he could have broken free at any time - Duo simply wasn't strong enough to hold it down. Duo tried to push him away as Heero's face came closer, but one arm wasn't enough.
"Hai. I don't." Heero agreed flatly.
Duo whimpered as Heero shoved him upwards so he was pinned above the carpet, trapped between Heero and the wall.
Duo gave a cry and unleashed his fists on Heero. "No! I won't!"
Heero caught both hands easily with one of his own, bringing them up over Duo's head. Duo hung his head in defeat. Heero slid his other hand around Duo's waist and cupped his ass. Duo gasped sharply as Heero pulled him against him.
"You can't stop me."
"I___" Heero crushed himself against Duo's arousal and swayed gently, "s- stop..."
"Stop what?" Heero purred, his breath tickling Duo's ear.
"S-st-s___ ohhhh."
Duo writhed and moaned as Heero ground himself against the other boy, whimpering involuntarily as Heero broke contact with him, hating Heero but burning for him at the same time.
Heero ran one predatory hand down Duo's smooth boy, ignoring the pleas for him to stop. Duo wanted this as much as he, he could feel it as blatantly as he could feel the need pressing against him.
A whisper of a smirk crossed Heero's lips before he masked it, soon it would be impossible to cover expressions, but Duo would be too wrapped up in his own climax to notice. Heero pushed downward with his fingertips, kneading muscle with his palm.
Obviously, the teasing was getting to Duo. His protests were warring with moans and sharp cries now; it was likely he was only repeating them now because the record in his head kept spinning.
Heero released Duo with an almost theatrical flourish, and smoothed his hands along the insides of Duo's thighs. The urgency to take Duo was pressing, but he had been trained to curb such needs if the occasion called for it.
"Oh God Heero stopp..." Heero felt his tension grow a notch as he was rewarded with a husky, drawn-out moan. It took all he had to contain the sounds in his own throat. He let his fingers fasten on those creamy thighs, almost painfully.
Duo winced as Heero's hands locked on the inner sides of his legs. Trust the Perfect Soldier to mix pain and pleasure.
His thoughts were diminishing with frightening rapidity as Heero's hands played. Now that Duo's own were free, he had the power to do something. Just as Duo began formulating an escape, he threw his head back and moaned fiercely as Heero bent down and licked his full length.
When Heero came back up, Duo glared at him. He knew now, what Heero was doing. Heero had given him the illusion of power because it amused him. Duo didn't have any control at all.
Duo hated Heero for making him think that. He needed release. He needed it terribly, his entire body thrummed, his skin burned and his cock was hanging like a rock from his abdomen.
Heero was in complete control. Duo wouldn't cum until Heero wanted it. "___ohhh God!"
Heero's gaze roved all over Duo's silky skin. His eyes locked onto a red smear on the boy's slender side and narrowed ever so slightly. Almost involuntarily, Heero brushed his fingers against it.
They contacted with something wet and sticky. At first, Heero didn't recognise the red liquid. Staring, Heero stopped running his hands all over Duo, and brought the red swashed fingers back up to his face.
The smell of blood ambushed his nostrils. Heero stifled a snarl. Without hesitation, he captured Duo's waist in hands tight enough to bruise, and spun the boy around.
Duo yelped as he was stopped in mid-whirl, his chest facing the wall. Heero felt his eyes widen before he masked the expression. Duo's smooth back was practically painted in red. Albeit the source of this blood was grazes, Heero knew it was his fault.
The wall behind Duo was bare brick, and Duo's unclothed back had been slammed and grated mercilessly against it. Heero ran his fingers gently across the marks, hearing Duo whimper without the usual allure.
Gomen... Heero whispered on the inside. He was in the process of gently turning Duo back around, when a harsh voice seeped back into his consciousness.
Duo flinched when Heero's fingers began to trace the grazed skin on his back. Confusion filled him when the gentle touches became more featherlight, they almost seemed to be imploring___
Duo shoved that thought aside. He knew Heero, and Heero was never sorry. Duo cried out in surprise when Heero wordlessly whisked Duo's legs out from under him and up into his arms.
Heero cradled Duo in his arms, not really considering the consequences of his actions. He was ignoring that voice in his head, ignoring every stupid training ritual it spewed at him.
He focused on Duo, looking up him with those big child-like violet eyes. "Heero?" He asked, expression strained from need, but so confused.
Heero uttered one monotone word.
Those beautiful orbs clouded. "Why?" Duo's mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "You never needed a bed before."
"Hn," was all Heero said back, but his voice was tender.
He'd never admit the real reason.
Duo's eyes were filling with tears again. Heero was laying him out on the sprawled mess of sheets - very gently. He couldn't begin to contemplate - even with a clear mind - why Heero would be so tender with him.
"Wh-why are you being so nice?" Duo whispered.
Heero's Prussian eyes seemed to glaze coldly, and his soft, sensuous mouth fell into that expression of bored impassivity. Good one, Duo.
But the reply never came. A wave of pleasure ripped up Duo's body and all thought on the question fled him as Heero wrapped his hand around him. Heero pushed Duo down on the bed by one shoulder, only to find Duo all too willing to comply.
Heero took his time, massaging Duo's legs and thighs, moving slowly closer and closer to the ultimate key of Duo's pleasure. As he always did, a millimetre before his fingers contacted, Heero stopped.
Duo opened his mouth and eyes in protest. "Heero?"
He promptly slammed both shut as Heero took Duo in his mouth hand slid an oil slick finger inside the boy in one smooth motion. Duo moaned and shuddered as sensation crashed through his entire body.
Heero nudged Duo's legs apart and found them spread already. It was the invitation he'd been waiting for. Heero found Duo's spot and he massaged it, taking Duo deeper into his mouth as the boy arched up to meet him.
Heero reached up with his right hand - still working Duo's body with his left and mouth - and threaded his fingers through Duo's chestnut braid. The strands of silk fell apart swiftly, parting into three, beautiful golden- coloured sections, and then relaxing into one iridescent cascade.
Duo moaned, bringing Heero's attention back to his body. Heero had almost forgotten, so transfixed had he been by Duo's ribbons of undulating gold.
The corners of Heero's lips lifted in a smirk as Duo called Heero's name and begged for him not to stop. Heero drew out the touches, waiting until the boy moved according to his stroke, adjusting to the new, marvellous sensations.
After a while, he added another finger, sucking hard and feeling small hands bury themselves in his hair. Heero began withdrawing his lips with a satisfied smirk as familiar whimpers reached his ears. Duo's hands fisted as Heero dragged his tongue along the ridge of Duo's cock.
Duo was swimming in a widening pool of pur bliss. No, he wasn't swimming, he was floating. Floating on air, on clouds of fluffy white heeeaaavvvv "en..."
Heero raised his head in inquiry, but Duo moaned and tried to push the boy's head back down. The Japanese boy slid slyly away, seemingly oblivious to Duo's soft pleas.
"Hee-chan?" He gasped.
Heero's tongue had a drastic effect on Duo as it swirled up the centre of his abs and chest, the hand inside Duo not stopping. Duo lifted his hips in an attempt to encourage Heero, but Heero didn't appear to need any. He pulled his fingers out, and pushed into him.
Duo gave a sharp cry and dug his fingernails into Heero's smooth back. Heero didn't wait. He began thrusting immediately with a painful amount of force. It didn't seem to both Duo however, as the boy wrapped his legs around Heero and squeezed him, eliciting a moan.
Duo's breaths changed from short panting to shuddering gasps as their movements became faster, Heero, unable to hide his pleasure any longer, moaned with Duo in untrained chorus. He threaded his fingers through Duo's waterfall, delighting in Duo's moan of wonderful delirium.
They pressed together, body temperatures feverish and glazed eyes meeting, the last time Duo came up. For an instant, their bodies were directly in tune with each other, their minds one and the same, their souls intertwined, and then, as fast as they had come together, they slammed back down, and Duo was lost to a blinding world of pleasure.
Heero purred. Duo threw his head back as he came, his chestnut mane a glorious curtain of shimmering colour that pooled on the floor. The sight alone was enough to finish him and Heero felt a hot streaming torrent leave his body and fill Duo's as he collapsed on top of him.
Heero didn't pull out, recovering for a moment.
After the blinding side effects faded, Duo craned his neck to the side to see Heero. Duo was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his body was filled with that golden warmth one experienced after a wild night of untamed sex.
Duo closed his eyes in bliss, his lips forming a soft smile. He needed rest, but he had to say something first... even if it cost him his life.
He felt his eyes flutter open. "Hee-chan?"
To Duo's utter amazement, Heero pulled out, and braced himself above Duo, his eyes softening as they fixed on Duo's. He even appeared ready to listen. "Hn?"
The removal of that cold, guarded expression filled Duo with hope.
"I know you won't say this back, but. I have to get this out." Duo paused and took a deep breath, "dai. daisuki desu, Hee-chan." he murmured. (I like you A LOT!)
He wouldn't have been able to stand seeing that cold face unchanged, those Prussian eyes staring right through him as if he didn't exist. Darkness was preferable to that. Duo shut his eyes and steeled himself for the blow.
For the briefest moment, it seemed Heero wouldn't hit him. Then he felt the impact of Heero's fist slam into his cheek. It jarred his entire head; he could almost feel the bone structure of his face disassemble, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets and the back of his head leave a permanent impression on the sheets. It was numb now, but fuck, that was one bruise that would hurt like hell later.
"Nan datte.?" Heero hissed (What did you say?). Duo looked up hopelessly, his vision obscured by tears and locks of chestnut falling over his cheeks and face.
"Gomen Heero... gomen nasai," Duo whispered, "I'm sorry Heero___"
"Damatte!" (Shut up!)
Heero spoke softly now, his smooth face indecipherable. "Duo no Bakana kono yaro." (Duo you stupid bastard)
Heero looked deep into the pilot of Deathscythe's eyes. They were as wide as saucers, round violet orbs with tiny pools of silver in them, dancing with the soft, pained tears.
Heero watched emotionlessly as Duo flinched at each slur, knowing his words cut the braided baka like a knife in the heart. He hardened his cold exterior, and locked his feelings away along with his heart. His lips moved of their own accord, a reflex action to a declaration of such magnitude, "Kisama."
Why had he just said that? 'Because you're the Perfect Soldier.' Heero almost nodded, it was reason enough, wasn't it? Duo was the cause for this confusion, the cause for this... pain... He was not there to be befriended, loved, or bonded with, the boy only lived to serve the purpose of piloting a Gundam, had he lacked such skill he'd already be dead.
Duo couldn't remove his eyes. His ears were still ringing, and truly, the only sense with enough non-demolished brain cells backing them were his eyes. Still, it was a sight to see, wasn't it?
He watched Heero's streamlined form and rippling muscles as he stood, poising with the grace of a panther. It galled Duo that, even after Heero had shattered his body and his heart, Duo still had the ability to see him as beautiful.
The need to sleep had fled Duo, just about the same time he'd been punched in the face. He was determined to conceal his pain. It wasn't right to let a bastard like Heero know how much he cared.
Duo forced himself up onto his elbows and looked up at Heero's face, as if to acknowledge his superiority. The Asian boy's expression was a plain mask, unfeeling and colourless, like his eyes.
"Heh," Duo feigned a crooked grin. "Didn't have to hit me so hard, Hee- chan, I was only jokin'." He placed a hand on his cheek gingerly. "Jeez, you need to lighten up."
Trowa crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He leaned against the wall, going into a light doze, ready to snap alert at a moment's notice, or the slightest sound. He didn't know how long he'd been there, but he'd taken up the position ever since arriving back with Heero. Now, the beginnings of pink light were filtering through the kitchen shutters, casting slated shadows across the tiled floor.
Beneath the sweeping arc of his hair, Trowa showed no emotion. His face was a plain, lifeless mask, his body as motionless as a sculpture. Had a person been able to disregard the veils, shadows and walls, look through those dead eyes and touch the vast mind behind them, that person would wish he'd never tried.
Such was the degree of emptiness Trowa endured.
What existed, or didn't exist now, possessed the verve of a barren desert, the vivacity in an abyss, the soul in a black plain devoid of hurt, pleasure and the hope to escape.
It just, didn't matter anymore...
"Beep, beep."
One emerald eye flew open.
"Beep, beep."
Trowa let his arms drop to his sides. He'd never shown any interest in Heero's laptop, but he knew, the 'beep, beep,' meant an incoming mission.
Abstaining from thought, Trowa raised the lid on Heero's laptop, and was about to select the popup message, when an automatic scroll distracted him.
Rolling up the screen was a long untitled document. Diverting his attention to the article, he skimmed the first few lines. He kept reading, his eyes growing larger in realization.
'Doctor J has not been informed. Procedure dictates that I report to him, but I am resisting. For what reason, I am uncertain. Pilot 02 continues to build conflict. I was warned of this. When the mission came, I was not affected. Three weeks, and I am losing strength. I will complete the mission. The treachery does not elude me. This betrayal can___'
"What are you doing?"
Trowa jumped and spun quickly. Seeing who it was, he regained his usual cool composure. In a flash Heero was beside him, his hand coming down on the laptop lip with a sharp snap. Trowa turned to face him, suppressing a shiver at the glacial quality to Heero's eyes.
"What did you read?" Heero asked softly, dangerously.
Trowa replicated Heero's stare in his own eyes. "What is the mission?"
"It involves me alone___"
"And Duo." Had Trowa not been trained in recognizing telltale reactions, he would have missed seeing Heero flinch.
His eyes narrowed. "Why were you looking at my laptop?"
"Who are you going to betray?" Trowa countered.
A long, lethal silence ensued.
Quick as lightning, Heero whipped out his gun and pointed it at Trowa. "This does not concern you, Barton."
Trowa's heart beat hideously in his ears, Heero had never threatened him before. He'd seen Heero bully Duo around and throw in a casual 'omae o korosu' just for good measure. But for him, it was different.
Heero was deadly serious.
His eyes were inhuman, that gaze burned his skin. But Trowa still didn't look away. "Who are you going to betray?"
Heero simply stared at him.
It struck Trowa then, in a moment of clarity that, he didn't really care whether he lived or died. The adrenaline seemed to whoosh out of him. Without his sweet-eyed angel, he may as well be dead. Trowa's voice came out soft, and thick with sorrow. "I've already lost my life, Heero. Kill what's left, if you like."
"Is that what you want?"
An overly cheery voice stung Trowa's ears. "TROWA QUAT'S AWAKE!!!"
Strength rushed back into Trowa's arms. He watched as Heero's attention shifted, and he reacted instantly. Trowa began to withdraw his gun, but Heero saw the movement and was already turning back before the boy could level the weapon. Fortunately, Duo chose to intervene, and chucked a pillow over the railing. Heero reflexively dodged, and thus, gave Trowa enough time to meet Heero gun barrel to gun barrel.
Two steady pairs of eyes fell on each other in deathly silence.
"Um... um guys?"
The End of Chapter Six
That's it! If the Japanese doesn't make sense. sorry. if you HATE lemons. read more coz I used to hate them too.
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Next time: duo realizations, trow quat complications, trow probs, wuffie ouchies, plot continues, heero.?
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Chapter Six
Odd. You'd think after having the object of your affections give you head for the past hour you'd be a happy guy. But then, if you liked him for more than his gorgeous looks, and he'd just left you naked in the middle of room with his cum all over your legs, you might not feel so chipper.
"Well isn't this fun," Duo chirruped, shattering the silence.
He was practically laying spread eagle on the carpet, letting whispery fingers dry the sweat from his skin. Even if Duo hadn't touched his hair, he would've known it looked like it belonged to a prehistoric fashion catalogue.
Didn't smell that way, though. Damn that boy for smelling so good. Duo breathed in luxuriously, a small smile tugging at his lips, Heero's scent still clung to his skin. It was delicious, spicy, sensual, and Duo knew it very intimately. He lapped at the air around him, loving every lungful.
Loving every... why was he still like this? Pining for Heero like he hadn't left Duo naked in the middle of a room with his cum all over Duo's legs!
"Nghrrr..." Duo moaned, turning onto his stomach, the moan somehow managing to twist into a malformed growl during the transition.
It was the best way to express his frustration, really. Not that the carpet his cheek was nuzzling actually cared to know, but he could delude himself, let himself think something cared, couldn't he? He sighed. The moan had been for his pain, the growl for his failed endeavour to get amnesia, and the sigh for the pathetic, dismal state he was in.
He'd been the cause of Heero's explosion of.... hormones? Anger? Who knew? When the subject matter was Heero, no one did. The guy was totally unpredictable. But not so unpredictable that Duo couldn't have guessed his reaction to being pestered.
Ugh! He'd been such an idiot! Stepping out of the shower and standing there with his big goofy grin, questioning Heero, even though he knew the Perfect Soldier was a temperamental psycho and just a tad violent when you got on his nerves. He hadn't even had the right mind to back away slowly when Heero had gotten his animal eyes. Wild, dark and oh-so sexy they might be, but when Heero got animal eyes, anyone with half a brain KNEW it was time to stop.
There it was again. Anyone with half a brain. Duo had always figured 90 percent of his head was skull anyway, but to actually have evidence that he was truly retarded, now that was something.
Duo couldn't restrain the urge to whack his forehead on the floor. There goes another 2000 brain cells, he thought absently. He'd be kicking himself later if that whack blurred his memory of the day though.
He studied the carpet lint, without really looking at it. As much as he wanted to forget the pain, he didn't really want to forget the day. Actually, as a matter of fact, he didn't want to forget an instant of it. It probably wouldn't ever occur again, so he had to cherish every moment. Relish ever second of contact, skin against skin, mouth against air...
Duo blinked. His thoughts were scrambled, thanks to the personal blow to his head, but he struggled to recollect what fragments of memory between Pleasure Highs he still had.
He was about to inform the carpet that 'no, it wasn't working,' when it struck him. During the whole course of the. stuff, Heero's lips had never so much as brushed his. Sure they'd kissed his body like a couple of thousand times. His lips had been everywhere... neck, chest, thighs, cock, you name it, but... they'd never touched Duo's face.
Not once.
Flipping onto his back, Duo settled a vacant stare on the ceiling. What did that mean? Did it mean that all those touches had just been... play? That to kiss Duo would have meant true intimacy? That by kissing every part of Duo except that which was most sacred, he avoided a true violation of Duo, a real... a real... promise?
Duo closed his legs. Not that his cock wasn't sacred, he reasoned. It was just, well weren't lips used in romantic context? Romance novels never described the male attributes. That is to say, he didn't think they did, 'cause it wasn't like he leafed through the pages looking for them...
Duo released a loud sigh. Fact of the matter was, Heero was just some guy who'd happened to suck Duo's dick, and was now over it. Think one-time fling, one night-stand, do and dump, fuck and chuck, there were endless names for what he and Heero had just executed. And Duo was perfectly cool with it. Per-fect-ly cool.
"Sure." Duo shrugged, which was rather awkward seeing as he was lying down. "I could see it that way."
If Heero only wanted him for a few off the side blow jobs well that was just fine with him. Lot's of guys did that type of shit. Hell, he might've done it to a few girls. Well maybe not to that extent, but enough to hurt the recipient.
What the hell. What was he doing? Evaluating his situation like it was a fucking mission; why not get Heero in to type up a report? - Oh that's right, Heero LEFT!
Duo waited a minute, and then squeezed his eyes shut. Damn. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much... Since when had getting head meant so much to him anyway?
'Since it was Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, cold-blooded killer who doesn't give a fuck for his comrade who acts like he's so in love he can't think straight.'
"Shut up!" Duo snarled at the wall. He sniffed, "I'm not in love."
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. Energy restored, he raised his chin in the air and sniffed again. "As if I'd love someone like that."
"Like___" Wufei stuck his head in the door and immediately pulled it back out. "Whoa - what the fuck!"
Duo forced a genuine-sounding chuckle. "Don't act like you didn't like it Wu-man!"
"Shut up, Maxwell." Wufei yelled, sounding pissed. "Why are you not clothed?"
A minute passed as Duo scanned the room for something to wear. Finally, he grabbed a floppy corner of his blanket and yanked it off the bed, twining it around his hips.
"I am now." Duo called back.
Wufei inched around the corner suspiciously. When he saw Duo, the tension alleviated, but his face remained wary.
Wufei stared.
"What?" Duo demanded.
Wufei cocked his head a teeny bit, looking at him in the same way you'd study a Gundam... but weirder. A brief pause, he said, "Duo..."
"What's up?"
"Why are you wearing a skirt?"
Duo blinked in confusion for a moment, and then burst into guffaw. "Wanna give it a try, Wuffie?"
"I'm not into that sort of thing." Wufei replied gingerly.
Duo pouted. "Aw come on! I've even got heels if you want."
Wufei scowled - rather nervously - as Duo sashayed toward him. In a hurried attempt to change the subject, his eyes passed over the room, settling on some familiar black material on the carpet.
Duo noticed Wufei frown at something on the floor. He looked behind him absently. His eyebrows shot up and he could've sworn his braid stood on end. Not in the best state to think straight, Duo panicked.
Wufei caught Duo's fist effortlessly, a mile away from his face.
"Heh..." Duo tried.
"Just a tip. You could try moving your arm at a rate faster than three millimetres per second; it might improve the effectiveness of your blows."
Duo grinned sheepishly. "Yup. I'll take it to heart."
Wufei studied Duo with a slanty-eyed gaze. Something was up. Although he'd never admit it, it was 'usually' an even match in hand-to-hand combat, when they sparred. The best either got was a few lucky blows, or his opponent giving in because he hadn't conserved enough energy.
Wufei dropped it... momentarily. "What was it for?"
"Eh?" Duo squinted, feeling kinda woozy.
"Why did you attempt to hit me?"
Duo squeaked.
"Well?"
"Umm..." In a desperate crack at evading the question, Duo cried, "How could I resist!" and pounced on his fellow comrade. Surprisingly, Wufei's glide was so slow that Duo actually managed to topple him over; landing in a sprawl on top the chinese boy.
The growl was the only warning he got until Duo was literally hurled across the room and smacked against the wall with enough force to kill. His eyes exploded with light as the back of his head slapped brick, his body crumpling to the carpet.
Duo moaned softly as he opened his eyes. He was lucky; the blow had caused only temporaril damage. Nothing was broken but...
"Wu-man?" Duo whispered.
His eyes widened slightly, as he realised Wufei was clutching his head and snarling through clenched teeth. A vein in his neck corded and throbbed as he turned to look at Duo, his eyes gleaming savagely until he clenched them shut.
Duo stared, completely taken aback. He stared still, when Wufei fell to his knees, breathing hard, sweat beading on his skin.
"Wufei..." He said softly.
Wufei raised a furious glare and dared him to say something. "Where's Yuy?" He ground out.
"Uh... dunno."
He stood up. Charcoal eyes narrowed as they glared at him. Duo tried to hold the gaze, but he wilted within seconds. He cringed at Wufei's harsh voice. "I see."
"Wu-man... what just happened?"
After what seemed like an eternity, Wufei scowled and walked forward a few stiff paces and offered his hand. Duo simply stared at the open palm for a few seconds, before it struck him that Wufei was offering him help to stand. - Wufei offering help? Damn, there really must be something wrong with him.
Wufei yanked him up with needlessly painful force, and Duo winced as he felt his arm practically wrench from its socket. He grinned to disguise all his bruises. "Thanks Wuffie!"
Wufei nodded, though something like uncertainty flashed through his eyes. A scowl masked what might have been there, as he appraised Duo with eagle- sharp eyes. "You look like shit. Go to sleep. Wash your hair."
Duo scrunched up his face in confusion. "In that order?"
Wufei just grunted, "baka" and strode out of the room.
Duo blinked.
His eyes strayed to the floor where his boxers lay. Duo stooped down to pick them up with a groan. He held the material limp across both hands, before scrunching it in his fists. His body ached, but he didn't care. His movements mechanical, Duo aimed for Heero's rubbish bin.
He was stopped in mid-throw by a short, high-pitched wail.
It took a long moment to register that the wail was coming from inside the house. It took another moment to register that the wail was familiar. As the piercing sob trailed off, Duo remembered just who to, and what, he had done.
Time slowed to an agonising pace as he whirled around.
"NO."
A long, anguished cry echoed down the hall as he burst into an all out sprint, swinging around the doorway in a tangle of blanket and legs. Duo kept running, his feet practically moving of their own accord, his arms clutching the bundle of cloth together on a purely instinctive level.
Tears had started to film on Duo's eyes again, as he ran with speed so unnatural he couldn't ever have accomplished consciously. Right now, he was blind to the world around him.
When Duo reached Quatre's room, he skidded to a halt, almost falling over in the process. He flung open the door and stopped, frozen, so much guilt washing through him it hurt to stand. As usual, Duo had used his mouth before his mind.
"Is he alright?!" Duo blurted.
He closed his eyes, wishing he'd never intruded.
Trowa's soft, forgiving reply only made him feel worse. "He will be."
Duo opened his eyes and surveyed the scene, cursing his vociferous personality. Of course they'd be together... he should've known he wouldn't be welcome.
Trowa was spooning Quatre against his long body, his slender hands stroking in caresses to comfort, rather than seduce. The smaller boy was sweating terribly, his body jerking every few seconds, as if something struggled to escape.
Duo pressed his lips together as he started backing out. "I... I'll go."
He began to turn, suddenly ashamed of his tears. Who was he to cry, when Quatre was the one dying? A soft voice called to him. "Wait."
Duo obeyed wordlessly, his form sagging. It wouldn't matter if Trowa went off at him, Duo told himself, he deserved it.
'You killed Quatre! You told him this mission was for five! You told him and you made him follow! He went into the bushes and you left him. You left him to be shot when you know he would have come after you!'
But when the other boy spoke, his voice was barely audible. "Look at me, Duo."
Duo turned and looked at him.
"Don't make the same mistake I did. don't. don't let Heero go."
Duo eyes widened as he backed out. It wasn't up to him, anyway.
Trowa hadn't noticed Duo leave. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him right now was his angel. His tormented, weeping angel. So much horror in their lives, and only one life to light them all.
"You were always so good at this, Love." Trowa murmured.
Quatre twitched, the movement rippling down his body. A soft moan escaped his parted lips, and he twisted in Trowa's arms. Trowa held him close. "There's something wrong with Heero," he whispered.
Quatre jerked and arched off the bed, wailing when Trowa's embrace restrained him. Trowa only pulled Quatre tighter against him. He closed his eyes and tried to choke off his despair. "We need you Love.. I need you.." He kissed Quatre's soft, trembling lips, once. "I love you.. please.. come back to me.."
Duo stared at his reflection in the mirror. Any other person might have seen lovely violet eyes, and the joyful soul that lit them. All he saw was Death. Shinigami: Killer of all things close.
* Flashback *
Duo slapped a hand across his mouth. "God - Quatre!" He cried, jumping off the bed and scrambling to the blonde pilot's side.
The pilot was too far-gone to notice, but Duo fawned over him anyway. He laid a supporting hand on Quatre's waist, asking, "What happened?" He bit his lip when he pulled his hand away, wet with blood.
'He was shot.'
*End*
Duo jerked as he felt his stomach revolt. He braced himself over the sink and bent his head as his belly rejected whatever he'd eaten that day. He spent the next few minutes retching up the remaining contents of his stomach.
Duo let himself hang there for a moment, warmth dripping from his eyes. Tears and strands of his hair matted with the mess in the sink, the smell nauseating. His throat and eyes burned as Duo reached for the taps.
He watched the torrent of water wash the sick down the drain. It may have cleaned the sink and his hair, but it didn't cleanse the sick feeling in his heart. Nothing could do that.
Duo smiled bitterly, empty tears refilling his eyes. He was resisting the habitual urge to bawl, he didn't deserve the luxury of tears.
Duo wiped his palms across his eyes.
There were no solutions this time. They had to wait it out, see if Quatre would wake up, or just deteriorate. Wait to see if he wasted away on a sickbed, until that loving, soft-hearted boy became nothing but a memory.
"I have to shower." He mumbled to himself. His skin felt dirty.
No singing this time.
"Are you alright, young man?"
* 'Are you alright, Heero?' *
"Is he hurt, Daddy?"
* 'I want you to hurt.' *
"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's just being foolish sweetheart."
* 'You fool, stop crying, you're fine.'
'Once more Heero, then I'm finished.' *
"Stay back."
*'Stay back!'*
"Stay back!!!"
Heero snapped to his feet, spun around and pressed the barrel of his gun hard right between the little girl's eyes.
"What the HELL are you doing!"
The little girl began to cry.
Heero wore an expression of complete vacancy, his large, blue eyes unblinking.
"Put that down, Boy!"
The outraged voice was only a buzz in the background. A mere bead of water in a deluge of rain. Heero spied the adult male out of the corner of his eye. The man's strength was not enough to compensate his lacking stealth. Heero dismissed him as fast as he had assessed him.
He realigned his arm with the girl's eyes.
They were sky blue, her sweet face the picture of dim-witted innocence. She was shaking visibly, her wails piercing to human ears. It didn't matter; Heero Yuy wasn't human.
"Now listen Son, I know you don't want to do this." An adult hand hovered above Heero's weapon.
*'Say you want me Heero, I want to hear you say it.'*
Heero shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He opened his eyes in time to see a hairy hand clamp down onto his gun. Heero reacted instinctively. He seized the thick wrist with lightning speed, twisted it and flipped the male over his head and onto his back. Where the man lay, the road had cracked.
A low groan played in the silence.
*'Kill her.
'Kill her, or I'll play with you again'*
Heero's glazed, dark eyes narrowed sharply with determination.
The word formed, hard and cold on his lips. "No."
* 'So you want more, do you?'
'Leave me alone... Please just leave me alone....'
'No.'*
"No." Heero repeated, eyes shut. His voice had lost its resolute strength.
His finger pressed down on the trigger.
"NO!!!" The man screamed.
AC 192
Five men sat in a room, bare of anything except plain wooden furniture that accommodated their temporary stay. The only sounds were the soft echoes of their voices and the faint creaking of their chairs. They were on the base floor of a high-rise building on L1, five doctor-scientists discussing clandestine information.
"You don't think this is a bit drastic?" Master O spoke gruffly.
"Not at all, war demands such extremities." Doctor J told him.
"But they'll be fifteen... little more than children? Surely we could wait___" Master O added.
"The chemicals may start acting up, after they have reached such an age." Doctor J folded his arms. "I won't take that risk."
Professor G harrumphed. "Well why That boy? What makes you think you can have him gather___"
"Please refrain from mentioning too many details, Professor. We don't know if this place is bugged."
Professor G sneered. "Evading my question?"
"Because Pilot 02 is infused with enough chemicals to make him insane." Doctor J said pleasantly. "It is a certainty that his body will react at fifteen. We do not know how long he'll last, even with the treatment.
A pause. "You're right."
"So you agree, Professor?" Doctor J asked without smugness.
Silence fell across them for a moment.
"It seems foolish. Unnecessary. We'll be done soon, besides." Doktor S sniffed.
"You're willing to use Pilot 02, Professor G?" Master O asked.
"Yes! He'll probably die within ten years."
Doctor J smiled. "And whose to say anything will go wrong? Perhaps neither of them will need to do anything."
"Except..." Professor G volunteered.
"Yes. Except Him."
"Poor boy. I feel sorry for him almost. They'll think he's a traitor." Professor G sighed.
No one said anything, so Doctor J continued on a different tone. "This will be the last of our meetings, there can be no more."
"So you're pressing for a decision." Instructor H spoke for the first time.
"Yes. Shall we vote?"
"What, no last swaying remarks, Doctor?" Doktor S smirked.
"I leave it up to you four, you know what I think." Doctor J replied, unperturbed.
"So, who says yes?" Doctor J smiled pleasantly with mock casualness, scanning each individual face.
After a soundless moment, Master O's hand rose to join Doctor J's. "This is war."
Instructor H slowly raised his hand. "He must be trained against all odds, including the value of life."
Doktor S and the Professor's expressions turned resentful.
J looked around and articulated with a slight smirk, "Then it is unanimous."
"HEERO!" Quatre bolted upright, his eyes flying open.
"Quat!" Trowa cried, his emotionless demeanour dropping. He wrapped his arms around Quatre, hugging him itght as the boy babbled incoherently.
"Quat..."
"You have to help him!" Quatre wailed, throwing back his head.
Trowa pulled Quatre closer to his body and pinned his flailing arms to his sides. "Where is he, Love?" He asked softly.
Quatre started as if he'd never known where he was. He pushed Trowa away, his hands whacking Trowa in the face. "Don't touch me!"
"Quatre, I___" Trowa curled an arm around Quatre's waist as the boy tried to scramble off the bed.
"Don't touch medon't touch medon't touch medon't touch me ."
"Quat!" Trowa wrapped both arms around him and flipped him onto his back. He shook him lightly by the shoulders, but Quatre recoiled, kicking his legs out in an effort to get away.
"It's me Love, ple___"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!"
Trowa stopped, his hands clamping down like locks.
Quatre whimpered under the ice-cold grip, but Trowa didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on what Quatre had yelled, and how Trowa was going to continue living if Quatre had meant what he'd said.
Trowa's voice wavered. "Stop calling you what...?"
"Love!" Quatre cried desperately, squirming in Trowa's hold. "Stop calling me Love!"
The colour faded from Trowa's eyes, what little expression he had, dying on his face. He released Quatre, watching the only thing he'd ever loved, crawl under the covers and cower away from him.
Trowa sat back, face deadpan. "I'm sorry."
Candles cast shadows along the bare walls of his bedroom, but the chinese boy was immune to their hypnotic dance. He was dancing his own dance, to a silent song with a deadly tune.
Lately his mind had been so crowded, every thought was painful. His usual gruffness was pretence for the others; they didn't need to know what was going on inside his head.
Not that he did. His mind felt like it had been crammed with wet cotton, and the hostility between the pilots was not helping.
So now, he spent his time dancing. Not in a physical sense, but in one that was purely astral. He danced in spirit and mind. Every spare moment of his time was taken up by meditation. It gave a brief instant of freedom, clarity, and forgiveness for the deaths of a thousand nameless men who he knew nothing about and never wanted to.
Duo... Wufei cringed, his concentration broken. Duo had suffered his inability to contain the mental attacks that Wufei suffered; Duo had suffered with his body. He hadn't meant to throw Duo across the room, he'd known the American had been playing; it had been pure instinct which drove him.
"Wufei."
He craned his neck around to look at the form silhouetted in the doorway behind him. "Yes?"
"Look after Winner. I am going to find Heero."
Wufei stared. Trowa never called Winner, Winner, it was always some sickly endearment like 'love' or 'angel' or at least Quatre. the name hadn't even been said with any warmth. His voice had resounded with the same softness, but it had seemed colder somehow, less... alive.
Wufei uncrossed his legs, and hopped lithely to his feet. He spoke with the caution one deals to a fierce predator. "No. You stay with Winner, I will find Yuy."
A shadow hung across Trowa's right eye, but Wufei swore he glimpsed something flicker through it. "Look after Winner, Wufei."
It was an order. Plain and simple. Trowa had issued a command, there was no part of his tone wasted on the casual friendship the pilots had gotten used to. He was ordering Wufei to look after Quatre.
For once, Wufei didn't rebel. Instead, he watched, astonished, as Trowa turned and vanished down the corridor. He stared at the empty doorway for a bit, before saying quietly, "alright."
Thud.
"Go..." Heero growled.
He was bent double, his fingers splayed on the concrete like a sprinter before his race. His breathing was shallow, yet deep, and the blood at his temples seemed too cold to be throbbing so powerfully.
"Paddddyyy!!!" The girl wailed.
"GO!!" Heero snarled.
"Leave her, honey, let's go."
Heero barely registered the soft patter of feet as the man dragged his daughter away from the carnage. He sagged when he could no longer hear their footsteps. They were safe.
"Heero."
His bare feet scraped the road as he whirled, his gun aimed dead ahead.
Heero stared, lowered his handgun. "Barton." He acknowledged distantly.
Trowa nodded.
Heero closed his eyes and nodded in reply, swaying on his feet.
"Are you alright?"
Heero ground his feet into the road, and shut off his senses. That way, he couldn't smell the coppery tang of canine blood.
Heero absently slid his gun back into his spandex. "Hai."
Duo was back at the mirror again. He'd spared a moment to ponder Trowa's departure, and had then dismissed it.
He was braiding his hair for the third time since he'd stepped out of the shower. His fingers moved rapidly as they braided three sections of his hair. When he came to its chestnut tail, he wound elastic around it, and tossed the thick rope over his shoulder.
He'd slicked his hair back uncharacteristically, and for a moment, as Duo raked his eyes across his reflection, he abhorred it. It was not how his hair had been styled, but what the style exposed. With his fringe tucked back, he could see the clean, heart-shape of his face, and every boyish, pretty feature.
Duo turned away, disgusted. Tears were already filled his eyes as he pushed away memories of his life on the streets. The past was never pleasant. Not for any of them.
But then again, the present was no better. And the future? The Gundam pilots had no future. There was nothing reminiscence about, nothing to indulge in, and nothing to look forward to. Their lives were as bleak, and as meaningless, as they had ever been.
Perhaps the present was the best. Hated and used by your one true. At least he could dream Heero liked him back. At least now, he could still wait for nights when sleep and little fantasises claimed him.
But now those fantasies had transpired.. It had been great, fantastic even, better than his dreams had delivered and definitely better than any chick or guy who'd ever gotten on their knees for him in his whole life. But it hadn't been enough, wasn't enough...
Duo managed to scowl. Over the past months Duo had managed to convince himself all he desired from Heero was a good fuck. That was as far as it was supposed to go. Lust, pure and simple.
'Yeah? Then why are you bawling your eyes out like it hurt that he sucked you off and left you behind?'
Duo frowned, unable to stop his lower lip from quivering. He bit it, tasting blood. Duo hated feeling so vulnerable.
He hadn't dropped his mask in such a long time. In a way he wore smiles in the same way Heero wore his 'imanasshole' expression. They were both masks, only decorated differently.
Duo felt something thin and rubbery in his hand. He staggered back into reality with a perplexed expression, and looked down.
Duo found himself staring at a triple bladed razor face down, poised above his left wrist.
"No!" Duo shouted, startled. He impulsively thrust the razor away from him, watching in horror as it ricocheted off the walls and bounced into a plastic tub. The razor clattered around the curved base of the tub until it slid to a stop, teasing Duo with its stillness.
Duo turned away and raked a hand through his hair, welcoming the feel of his bangs as they flopped back into place. Jesus. What had he been thinking.
Duo Maxwell, ready to kill himself over an asinine infatuation. Yeah right! He'd never shed a tear over anyone let alone... Duo shuddered... cut himself. So he'd bawled over Heero a few times but that stupid cunt didn't count.
"Fuck him!" Duo cried furiously, his eyes already filming over.
Heero wasn't worth that! Heero wasn't worth-y of Duo! He didn't deserve to have Duo hanging like this! Even with that perfect body or gorgeous face or sexy eyes___
"Fuck him!" Duo burst out again, not caring about the echo.
"I don't want him and I sure as hell don't need him!" Duo proclaimed. He tossed the razor one last snubbing look, and with that, pivoted on his heel and flung open the bathroom door.
He marched into the middle of the room, chin held so high he'd lost sight of everything but the ceiling. Duo tossed his braid.
"Heero can go fuck himself!"
Duo was about to stomp somewhere else when he froze, sensing someone else in the room. Oh shit.
"I'd rather fuck you."
Duo spun around, braid snapping like a whip. His breathing was already laboured, an innocent grin plastered across his face. "Heeey Hee-chan."
He expected a rebuke of the nickname, hoped for one. He needed it to stop himself from___ in less than a split second Duo felt a tightening sensation in groin as fire flooded up his body. His mouth fell open like a trap door, and he felt his every muscle clench.
Duo did his best not to let his eyes wander. 'Best' meaning, he gave them free reign over every smooth, olive skinned plane of Heero's body.
His breath hitched when he and Heero finally locked eyes. Those twin pools of liquid sapphire watched him with deadly, delicious intention.
Duo bit his lip again. No. He wouldn't give in this time. It was little more than a few hours since Heero had used him and tossed him aside, Wufei had beat him up, and Duo had found Quatre... had found Quatre...
"Duo." Heero purred.
Oh shit. Duo's urgency increased when he realised he was naked. He desperately seized up the last remaining sheet from his bed and knotted it at his hips.
"N-no Heero." Duo stammered nervously, struggling to hold his voice steady. He took a shaky step backward, watching with horror as Heero lips curved in the slightest smirk, and he began gliding toward him.
"P-please don't, Hee-chan," Duo pleaded. He held up both hands to ward Heero off, cowering against the wall. He couldn't look away as Heero closed the space between them.
He hadn't meant it. God he hadn't meant it. He wanted Heero more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. He dangled by a thread to his self- control, once Heero activated his hands, Duo was a dead man.
Duo gave a startled yelp as Heero's hand snaked out, grabbed the sheet at Duo's hips, and pulled him in with a sharp tug. Duo nearly fell into him, but pulled back as best as he could. Heero was faster, his arm slid around Duo's waist before he could run, the blanket loosening and falling away.
Duo breathed hard. "Heero... Heero I-____ohhh," Duo felt a hand brush his groin, the lingering contact sending thrills all through his body, and hardening him even more.
Heero steadied Duo's jelly legs, and then pressed both palms flat against Duo's chest and pushed him to the wall, his eyes acknowledging openly the reaction he'd caused.
Duo felt tears staining his cheeks. He wanted this, needed this, yet the knowledge that Heero was so intent on his own pleasure and didn't give a fuck about Duo, was enough to make Duo beg for him to stop. Duo was putty in Heero's hands, he was about to surrender every part of himself, and he didn't want to be hurt again.
Duo squirmed under Heero, only serving to rub himself against the Japanese boy's arousal. Heero's hand reached between them, and Duo hauled up every inch of his willpower to seize that hand and stop it in its course.
"D-don't, Heero... you don't even care!"
Heero let Duo hold his wrist there, he could have broken free at any time - Duo simply wasn't strong enough to hold it down. Duo tried to push him away as Heero's face came closer, but one arm wasn't enough.
"Hai. I don't." Heero agreed flatly.
Duo whimpered as Heero shoved him upwards so he was pinned above the carpet, trapped between Heero and the wall.
Duo gave a cry and unleashed his fists on Heero. "No! I won't!"
Heero caught both hands easily with one of his own, bringing them up over Duo's head. Duo hung his head in defeat. Heero slid his other hand around Duo's waist and cupped his ass. Duo gasped sharply as Heero pulled him against him.
"You can't stop me."
"I___" Heero crushed himself against Duo's arousal and swayed gently, "s- stop..."
"Stop what?" Heero purred, his breath tickling Duo's ear.
"S-st-s___ ohhhh."
Duo writhed and moaned as Heero ground himself against the other boy, whimpering involuntarily as Heero broke contact with him, hating Heero but burning for him at the same time.
Heero ran one predatory hand down Duo's smooth boy, ignoring the pleas for him to stop. Duo wanted this as much as he, he could feel it as blatantly as he could feel the need pressing against him.
A whisper of a smirk crossed Heero's lips before he masked it, soon it would be impossible to cover expressions, but Duo would be too wrapped up in his own climax to notice. Heero pushed downward with his fingertips, kneading muscle with his palm.
Obviously, the teasing was getting to Duo. His protests were warring with moans and sharp cries now; it was likely he was only repeating them now because the record in his head kept spinning.
Heero released Duo with an almost theatrical flourish, and smoothed his hands along the insides of Duo's thighs. The urgency to take Duo was pressing, but he had been trained to curb such needs if the occasion called for it.
"Oh God Heero stopp..." Heero felt his tension grow a notch as he was rewarded with a husky, drawn-out moan. It took all he had to contain the sounds in his own throat. He let his fingers fasten on those creamy thighs, almost painfully.
Duo winced as Heero's hands locked on the inner sides of his legs. Trust the Perfect Soldier to mix pain and pleasure.
His thoughts were diminishing with frightening rapidity as Heero's hands played. Now that Duo's own were free, he had the power to do something. Just as Duo began formulating an escape, he threw his head back and moaned fiercely as Heero bent down and licked his full length.
When Heero came back up, Duo glared at him. He knew now, what Heero was doing. Heero had given him the illusion of power because it amused him. Duo didn't have any control at all.
Duo hated Heero for making him think that. He needed release. He needed it terribly, his entire body thrummed, his skin burned and his cock was hanging like a rock from his abdomen.
Heero was in complete control. Duo wouldn't cum until Heero wanted it. "___ohhh God!"
Heero's gaze roved all over Duo's silky skin. His eyes locked onto a red smear on the boy's slender side and narrowed ever so slightly. Almost involuntarily, Heero brushed his fingers against it.
They contacted with something wet and sticky. At first, Heero didn't recognise the red liquid. Staring, Heero stopped running his hands all over Duo, and brought the red swashed fingers back up to his face.
The smell of blood ambushed his nostrils. Heero stifled a snarl. Without hesitation, he captured Duo's waist in hands tight enough to bruise, and spun the boy around.
Duo yelped as he was stopped in mid-whirl, his chest facing the wall. Heero felt his eyes widen before he masked the expression. Duo's smooth back was practically painted in red. Albeit the source of this blood was grazes, Heero knew it was his fault.
The wall behind Duo was bare brick, and Duo's unclothed back had been slammed and grated mercilessly against it. Heero ran his fingers gently across the marks, hearing Duo whimper without the usual allure.
Gomen... Heero whispered on the inside. He was in the process of gently turning Duo back around, when a harsh voice seeped back into his consciousness.
Duo flinched when Heero's fingers began to trace the grazed skin on his back. Confusion filled him when the gentle touches became more featherlight, they almost seemed to be imploring___
Duo shoved that thought aside. He knew Heero, and Heero was never sorry. Duo cried out in surprise when Heero wordlessly whisked Duo's legs out from under him and up into his arms.
Heero cradled Duo in his arms, not really considering the consequences of his actions. He was ignoring that voice in his head, ignoring every stupid training ritual it spewed at him.
He focused on Duo, looking up him with those big child-like violet eyes. "Heero?" He asked, expression strained from need, but so confused.
Heero uttered one monotone word.
Those beautiful orbs clouded. "Why?" Duo's mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "You never needed a bed before."
"Hn," was all Heero said back, but his voice was tender.
He'd never admit the real reason.
Duo's eyes were filling with tears again. Heero was laying him out on the sprawled mess of sheets - very gently. He couldn't begin to contemplate - even with a clear mind - why Heero would be so tender with him.
"Wh-why are you being so nice?" Duo whispered.
Heero's Prussian eyes seemed to glaze coldly, and his soft, sensuous mouth fell into that expression of bored impassivity. Good one, Duo.
But the reply never came. A wave of pleasure ripped up Duo's body and all thought on the question fled him as Heero wrapped his hand around him. Heero pushed Duo down on the bed by one shoulder, only to find Duo all too willing to comply.
Heero took his time, massaging Duo's legs and thighs, moving slowly closer and closer to the ultimate key of Duo's pleasure. As he always did, a millimetre before his fingers contacted, Heero stopped.
Duo opened his mouth and eyes in protest. "Heero?"
He promptly slammed both shut as Heero took Duo in his mouth hand slid an oil slick finger inside the boy in one smooth motion. Duo moaned and shuddered as sensation crashed through his entire body.
Heero nudged Duo's legs apart and found them spread already. It was the invitation he'd been waiting for. Heero found Duo's spot and he massaged it, taking Duo deeper into his mouth as the boy arched up to meet him.
Heero reached up with his right hand - still working Duo's body with his left and mouth - and threaded his fingers through Duo's chestnut braid. The strands of silk fell apart swiftly, parting into three, beautiful golden- coloured sections, and then relaxing into one iridescent cascade.
Duo moaned, bringing Heero's attention back to his body. Heero had almost forgotten, so transfixed had he been by Duo's ribbons of undulating gold.
The corners of Heero's lips lifted in a smirk as Duo called Heero's name and begged for him not to stop. Heero drew out the touches, waiting until the boy moved according to his stroke, adjusting to the new, marvellous sensations.
After a while, he added another finger, sucking hard and feeling small hands bury themselves in his hair. Heero began withdrawing his lips with a satisfied smirk as familiar whimpers reached his ears. Duo's hands fisted as Heero dragged his tongue along the ridge of Duo's cock.
Duo was swimming in a widening pool of pur bliss. No, he wasn't swimming, he was floating. Floating on air, on clouds of fluffy white heeeaaavvvv "en..."
Heero raised his head in inquiry, but Duo moaned and tried to push the boy's head back down. The Japanese boy slid slyly away, seemingly oblivious to Duo's soft pleas.
"Hee-chan?" He gasped.
Heero's tongue had a drastic effect on Duo as it swirled up the centre of his abs and chest, the hand inside Duo not stopping. Duo lifted his hips in an attempt to encourage Heero, but Heero didn't appear to need any. He pulled his fingers out, and pushed into him.
Duo gave a sharp cry and dug his fingernails into Heero's smooth back. Heero didn't wait. He began thrusting immediately with a painful amount of force. It didn't seem to both Duo however, as the boy wrapped his legs around Heero and squeezed him, eliciting a moan.
Duo's breaths changed from short panting to shuddering gasps as their movements became faster, Heero, unable to hide his pleasure any longer, moaned with Duo in untrained chorus. He threaded his fingers through Duo's waterfall, delighting in Duo's moan of wonderful delirium.
They pressed together, body temperatures feverish and glazed eyes meeting, the last time Duo came up. For an instant, their bodies were directly in tune with each other, their minds one and the same, their souls intertwined, and then, as fast as they had come together, they slammed back down, and Duo was lost to a blinding world of pleasure.
Heero purred. Duo threw his head back as he came, his chestnut mane a glorious curtain of shimmering colour that pooled on the floor. The sight alone was enough to finish him and Heero felt a hot streaming torrent leave his body and fill Duo's as he collapsed on top of him.
Heero didn't pull out, recovering for a moment.
After the blinding side effects faded, Duo craned his neck to the side to see Heero. Duo was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his body was filled with that golden warmth one experienced after a wild night of untamed sex.
Duo closed his eyes in bliss, his lips forming a soft smile. He needed rest, but he had to say something first... even if it cost him his life.
He felt his eyes flutter open. "Hee-chan?"
To Duo's utter amazement, Heero pulled out, and braced himself above Duo, his eyes softening as they fixed on Duo's. He even appeared ready to listen. "Hn?"
The removal of that cold, guarded expression filled Duo with hope.
"I know you won't say this back, but. I have to get this out." Duo paused and took a deep breath, "dai. daisuki desu, Hee-chan." he murmured. (I like you A LOT!)
He wouldn't have been able to stand seeing that cold face unchanged, those Prussian eyes staring right through him as if he didn't exist. Darkness was preferable to that. Duo shut his eyes and steeled himself for the blow.
For the briefest moment, it seemed Heero wouldn't hit him. Then he felt the impact of Heero's fist slam into his cheek. It jarred his entire head; he could almost feel the bone structure of his face disassemble, his eyes almost pop out of their sockets and the back of his head leave a permanent impression on the sheets. It was numb now, but fuck, that was one bruise that would hurt like hell later.
"Nan datte.?" Heero hissed (What did you say?). Duo looked up hopelessly, his vision obscured by tears and locks of chestnut falling over his cheeks and face.
"Gomen Heero... gomen nasai," Duo whispered, "I'm sorry Heero___"
"Damatte!" (Shut up!)
Heero spoke softly now, his smooth face indecipherable. "Duo no Bakana kono yaro." (Duo you stupid bastard)
Heero looked deep into the pilot of Deathscythe's eyes. They were as wide as saucers, round violet orbs with tiny pools of silver in them, dancing with the soft, pained tears.
Heero watched emotionlessly as Duo flinched at each slur, knowing his words cut the braided baka like a knife in the heart. He hardened his cold exterior, and locked his feelings away along with his heart. His lips moved of their own accord, a reflex action to a declaration of such magnitude, "Kisama."
Why had he just said that? 'Because you're the Perfect Soldier.' Heero almost nodded, it was reason enough, wasn't it? Duo was the cause for this confusion, the cause for this... pain... He was not there to be befriended, loved, or bonded with, the boy only lived to serve the purpose of piloting a Gundam, had he lacked such skill he'd already be dead.
Duo couldn't remove his eyes. His ears were still ringing, and truly, the only sense with enough non-demolished brain cells backing them were his eyes. Still, it was a sight to see, wasn't it?
He watched Heero's streamlined form and rippling muscles as he stood, poising with the grace of a panther. It galled Duo that, even after Heero had shattered his body and his heart, Duo still had the ability to see him as beautiful.
The need to sleep had fled Duo, just about the same time he'd been punched in the face. He was determined to conceal his pain. It wasn't right to let a bastard like Heero know how much he cared.
Duo forced himself up onto his elbows and looked up at Heero's face, as if to acknowledge his superiority. The Asian boy's expression was a plain mask, unfeeling and colourless, like his eyes.
"Heh," Duo feigned a crooked grin. "Didn't have to hit me so hard, Hee- chan, I was only jokin'." He placed a hand on his cheek gingerly. "Jeez, you need to lighten up."
Trowa crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He leaned against the wall, going into a light doze, ready to snap alert at a moment's notice, or the slightest sound. He didn't know how long he'd been there, but he'd taken up the position ever since arriving back with Heero. Now, the beginnings of pink light were filtering through the kitchen shutters, casting slated shadows across the tiled floor.
Beneath the sweeping arc of his hair, Trowa showed no emotion. His face was a plain, lifeless mask, his body as motionless as a sculpture. Had a person been able to disregard the veils, shadows and walls, look through those dead eyes and touch the vast mind behind them, that person would wish he'd never tried.
Such was the degree of emptiness Trowa endured.
What existed, or didn't exist now, possessed the verve of a barren desert, the vivacity in an abyss, the soul in a black plain devoid of hurt, pleasure and the hope to escape.
It just, didn't matter anymore...
"Beep, beep."
One emerald eye flew open.
"Beep, beep."
Trowa let his arms drop to his sides. He'd never shown any interest in Heero's laptop, but he knew, the 'beep, beep,' meant an incoming mission.
Abstaining from thought, Trowa raised the lid on Heero's laptop, and was about to select the popup message, when an automatic scroll distracted him.
Rolling up the screen was a long untitled document. Diverting his attention to the article, he skimmed the first few lines. He kept reading, his eyes growing larger in realization.
'Doctor J has not been informed. Procedure dictates that I report to him, but I am resisting. For what reason, I am uncertain. Pilot 02 continues to build conflict. I was warned of this. When the mission came, I was not affected. Three weeks, and I am losing strength. I will complete the mission. The treachery does not elude me. This betrayal can___'
"What are you doing?"
Trowa jumped and spun quickly. Seeing who it was, he regained his usual cool composure. In a flash Heero was beside him, his hand coming down on the laptop lip with a sharp snap. Trowa turned to face him, suppressing a shiver at the glacial quality to Heero's eyes.
"What did you read?" Heero asked softly, dangerously.
Trowa replicated Heero's stare in his own eyes. "What is the mission?"
"It involves me alone___"
"And Duo." Had Trowa not been trained in recognizing telltale reactions, he would have missed seeing Heero flinch.
His eyes narrowed. "Why were you looking at my laptop?"
"Who are you going to betray?" Trowa countered.
A long, lethal silence ensued.
Quick as lightning, Heero whipped out his gun and pointed it at Trowa. "This does not concern you, Barton."
Trowa's heart beat hideously in his ears, Heero had never threatened him before. He'd seen Heero bully Duo around and throw in a casual 'omae o korosu' just for good measure. But for him, it was different.
Heero was deadly serious.
His eyes were inhuman, that gaze burned his skin. But Trowa still didn't look away. "Who are you going to betray?"
Heero simply stared at him.
It struck Trowa then, in a moment of clarity that, he didn't really care whether he lived or died. The adrenaline seemed to whoosh out of him. Without his sweet-eyed angel, he may as well be dead. Trowa's voice came out soft, and thick with sorrow. "I've already lost my life, Heero. Kill what's left, if you like."
"Is that what you want?"
An overly cheery voice stung Trowa's ears. "TROWA QUAT'S AWAKE!!!"
Strength rushed back into Trowa's arms. He watched as Heero's attention shifted, and he reacted instantly. Trowa began to withdraw his gun, but Heero saw the movement and was already turning back before the boy could level the weapon. Fortunately, Duo chose to intervene, and chucked a pillow over the railing. Heero reflexively dodged, and thus, gave Trowa enough time to meet Heero gun barrel to gun barrel.
Two steady pairs of eyes fell on each other in deathly silence.
"Um... um guys?"
The End of Chapter Six
That's it! If the Japanese doesn't make sense. sorry. if you HATE lemons. read more coz I used to hate them too.
Ums, my webbys gonna have pix, clips, fanart, fanfics, please ppl if I can steal urs, can u tell me? N visit my webby (when its up) ill tell yas!
Next time: duo realizations, trow quat complications, trow probs, wuffie ouchies, plot continues, heero.?
Sorry for taking like 2 months.
Chow : )
