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Warnings: Sorry, I couldn't fit in 3x4 this chap, cause 1x2 took up WAY too many words. LEMON, medium-heavy swearing

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This Pain

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CHAPTER TWO – So Prove it

Wufei's nails scored the wooden arms of his chair as his father prattled away to an illustrious partner on the telephone. His rage, swirling like smoke in his belly, rose steadily upwards and pooled in his guarded ebon eyes. Everything relied on this moment, everyone relied on him. If he unleashed his temper, he'd never get to say what desperately needed to be said.

His father, Woping, smacked the receiver home and swiveled around, his flat, resentful black eyes mocking Wufei with their distrust. Taking long, militant strides, his father stormed up to Wufei and loomed bare inches from his face. His hand, as monstrous as every other part of his body, closed callously over Wufei's bare shoulder and quelled a morose, guttering flame of hope.

"That was Buckland on the phone, Wufei," his father confirmed, "they called to discuss your antics in class today that left an older boy and a teacher quite distraught."

Wufei choked on his own saliva and stared at the carpet incredulously. It galled that that prison had the malice to say such blatant lies, knowing it would reach Wufei's ears unchecked.

Then he froze suddenly, they had, hadn't they? A brief chill coursed through him, curdling his blood.

"Wufei," his father rumbled, his voice laced with the barest sympathy. "You've had an unpleasant childhood, I know that. But that's no excuse for starting fights in the playground. I won't let this slide like I have your other eccentricities."

That placid, deadpan face doubled the rate with which Wufei's heart began to smash spasmodically against his ribcage. His blood, once a hot, healthy pulse in his temples, crawled lazily through his veins like glacial sludge. Does he know? Wufei wondered numbly. Did he access the place like every other disturbed fuck that gamed there?

"Buckland had suggested that I leave you in their exclusive care for a week." His father raked a hand raked through his silvered black hair, "and I think I agree that it would be best to leave you in Buckland's facility to rehash your priorities and get these bitter suspicions under control."

Woping's voice was fatherly; a gentle admonishing tone that was suitable for the depth of the reprimand, but his eyes, cold and calculating, scrutinized Wufei's face for some sign of anger, of denial. Wufei gave none.

Because suddenly it had become very important not to make a wrong move. Suddenly, his life depended on how swiftly he agreed with Woping, how guilelessly he obeyed.

It all made sense now, the flashing disgust he had glimpsed every time Woping looked at him. For years, Wufei had thought it had been his doing, his nature that had placed that cold mistrust in his father's eyes where there should have been loving affirmation. But no. A tremor rocked Wufei as that phantasm of a loving, naïve father, dissolved, into the insulting emulator that oscillated before him.

"Once you've gotten past these delusions Wufei, I'll be able to enroll you wherever you like. But until then, I expect you to follow Buckland's advice and pack whatever you need for a week of private contemplation."

Wufei hid the cold blaze of hatred that raced across his eyes. Private contemplation? How could that institution spew so many ruthless lies in such a meager space of time?

I didn't do this to myself dad! I didn't! Mr. Dathurst tied me down and

Stop, Wufei! You're not healthy… you can't keep making up these stories…

Wufei smothered a mirthless chuckle. Woping had always been so quick to agree with his tormentors, so quick to agree that the rope burns and teeth marks were justified by the need to restrain Wufei when he was lost in the throes of his paroxysms; a tragic side-effect of his mental affliction.

"Son?"

Analyzing the lies that had crowded his life, Wufei locked eyes with Woping and mustered a savage, empty smile. "I'll go get my things, dad."

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Singing boisterously enough to wake the dead, Duo sashayed out of the shower with a gym towel swathed turban style around his head. He knotted a beach towel at his hips and cheerily slapped on a pair of thongs, moving with the casual grace that befitted his happy-go-lucky nature and lithe, supple body.

Duo beamed at his rumpled reflection in the mirror, and then, somewhat gingerly twisted around to examine his tender, rubescent back. Sub-arctic plumbing had resulted in most of the showerheads blasting his back with a spray of icicles, but it didn't matter. Life was sweet. Sure, the festy towels and chronic abuse had dampened his mood a notch, but there was so little that could cache Duo's frolicsome personality for long.

Giving an exulted trill at the top of his lungs, Duo skated into the change rooms and executed a fancy pirouette. Halfway through his twirl, however, a dark figure hit the corner of his peripheral. Distracted, Duo forgot to move his head with the rest of his body and caught the edge of a flip-flop on his left calf. Uttering a strangled squawk of surprise, Duo crashed to the tiles in a pile of arms and legs.

"Only Heero," Duo muttered from his disposition, jerking off his thongs. Only Heero can make me look this stupid. The turban around his head unraveled, and Duo found himself sitting in a pool of disheveled chestnut.

Sure enough, Heero turned around, and his white shirt fluttered open to display that perfect, streamlined physique. Duo licked his lips. An icy shiver of anticipation whispered up his spine as his eyes reigned over the smooth, lean planes of Heero's chest and belly. The narrow window of silky olive skin teased a memory Duo had locked away three months ago and the onslaught of flashbacks that followed were mind-blowing. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have those strong, slender hands glide over his skin, corrupting… and caressing.

"Duo?" Heero's voice, husky with a molten edge, tore Duo from his guilty pleasure.

Not even half as apprehensively as he felt, Duo flipped to his feet and tossed his hair over one shoulder with a graceful flourish. "Heero," he greeted with cold civility. "Didn't expect to catch you here." The words slithered off his tongue with practiced perfection. Well, they better of, given the interminable hours he'd wasted rehearsing with poor, pliable Quatre.

The molten edge in Heero's tenor hardened. "I did," he rejoined flatly. "I could've heard you from a mile away."

Duo had the grace to blush, but he muttered, a bit half-heartedly, "why'd you stick around then, hmm?"

As the silence spun out between them, Duo stopped juggling his list of 'next possible cutting remarks' and began to drink in Heero's image with an insatiable thirst that caught him by surprise. For he hadn't looked, hadn't really looked at Heero, for three long, heartbreaking months. And now, those sapphire eyes, always so hesitant to express, looked hauntingly beautiful in that perfectly rendered face. High, sculpt cheekbones circled his eyes with sensual fluidity, and his dark, unruly hair both shadowed and framed those gorgeous features. His sensuous mouth moved again.

"See something you like, Duo?"

Duo tensed hatefully. "Yes, it's behind you, I call it, 'uniform.'"

A deadly smirk whispered over Heero's lips. "Really?" he purred. "Too bad, I think I like you better this way."

Duo's heart made a crazed galumph for his throat. Right, Heero is just joking, right? Of course he is, Heero knows not to break-dance on thin ice. Pulling his lips back in a cloyingly sweet smile, Duo retorted tartly, "What you like is of no consequence to me, Superman; now get out of my way, please."

The seductive throb in Heero's voice froze him in mid-stride. "And if I don't?"

One moment, Duo was glaring daggers at Heero from halfway across the room, and the next, the hard planes of Heero's body were pressed up against him. A flooding weakness rushed through Duo, jostling aside his fears and inhibitions as Heero wrapped an arm around him and pulled them flush. Duo inched toward that parted, tantalizing mouth, had Heero already forgotten what had happened the last time they got it on? He flicked his tongue out timidly, tasting the sexual heat simmering between them. Shit, what am I doing?

Startled by the instant of clarity, Duo took a step back, shaking. Heero's familiar, intoxicating scent floated away, and he felt the loss of it as sorely as he felt the bleeding wound in heart. The devastation he'd felt three months ago hadn't waned and faded away as he'd hoped; if anything, it had made his anguish much, much worse.

"Look, Heero," Duo said testily, "I like you and all, but you're pushing your luck, what we had in the past is over. O-v-e-r. In fact, I think you're coming on way too strong, you should lay off the steroids or something."

The caustic response didn't seem to affect Heero at all. Duo staggered backwards as Heero came for him, his eyes glazed with a combination of lust and pain. "Steroids don't thicken temptation, Duo."

Duo wheeled back frantically, putting up his hands. "Ah, sure, whatever that means, I mean but we, uh… Heero?"

A high-pitched whimper burst up his throat when his shoulder blades smacked cold steel and Heero pinned him there. "I want you, Duo," the soft, sexy growl wreaked havoc in Duo's groin, strangling his meek little protest and then drowning it in a bucket of lust.

Caught between the wall and Heero, Duo panicked and tried to punch him off, but Superman caught his wrists and took sadistic pleasure in fastening them over Duo's head in one lazy, effortless grip.

"P-Please, Heero! What's wrong with you?" Duo hated the tremor in his voice but his body was pleading with him to give in to desire. The notion scared him badly, how could he? How could either of them even think of reliving that torture? "Heero if we're caught they'll… don't you remember what they said they'd do?"

Heero tilted his head until his lips rested against Duo's neck. "I remember what they said," he purred slowly, "And I don't care." The layer of protection, Duo's beach towel, slipped away, and Duo hissed as Heero thrust his hips up against him and swayed leisurely.

"Fuck," Duo croaked. He couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus… alarm bells in his head were ringing like crazy, but the delicious flood of sensation in his groin had shut off all rational thought.

"Heero," Duo gasped through a haze of pleasure. When Heero withdrew an inquiring inch, Duo made a mad leap for the opening he had left. The complete nonchalance that greeted his smooth recapture infuriated him as Heero pinned him again with that ridiculous superhuman strength.

Duo squiggled like an enraged worm. "Why are you doing this, Heero? Let-me-go! I thought… I thought we agreed that this couldn't go on! You're a senior! I'm meant to serve you, there's no mutual ground, remember?"

For a triumphant moment, Duo thought he had wriggled free, and then he felt Heero slacken and lean against him, as if all his strength had suddenly fled.

"Heero..?" Duo hesitated. The hand that had been holding him captive whispered down to cup his cheek, and Duo eyes grew wide as Heero pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

Heero's voice was thick with emotion, "I don't care anymore, Duo…" he murmured.

At a loss for words, Duo just listened while Heero nipped lightly at his shoulder, sending a stream of involuntary shivers rolling down his back.

"What they want, what they want me to do, it doesn't matter anymore." Heero lifted Duo's chin to gaze into that endless sea of emotions, "all that matters is what I want, Duo, and I want you."

"Oh, Heero," Duo whispered.

It felt wonderful to have that soft, silky mouth nuzzling his. So strange to need that gentle, flicking tongue to plunge inside his mouth and caress him until he burned. Suddenly Duo was being shoved into an empty changing cubicle and pinned to a brick wall. He moaned intensely against Heero's invading mouth, digging his nails into Heero's back as carnal desire wreathed through him.

"Heero…" Duo breathed.

Heero growled throatily. Why was Duo putting up so much resistance? Coming up for air, he gazed deeply into those violet spheres that shone with ardent passion. Duo looked breathtaking, slim and ivory and draped with a shimmering veil of water.

He surged forward, hands closing over Duo's smooth shoulders as he reclaimed that hot, sweet mouth. He caressed Duo's nervous, flicking tongue with his, effectively silencing the talkative boy, but now that Duo's hands were free, they teased with merciless passion. Duo slid his hands over Heero's chest and shoulders to remove his shirt, and then he fluttered them skittishly down to his navel and brushed against his thighs.

"Duo," Heero hissed when Duo's hands glided playfully under his boxers.

"Take me, Heero… I need you inside me," Duo's silvery, musical lithe was tinged with desperation as his hands caressed in slow, luxurious strokes.

"Please, Heero," Duo moaned and eased Heero's boxers past his hips.

"Duo…" Heero growled huskily, threading a hand through a glittering waterfall of hair so that he could cup Duo's head and look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He had to know. Had to know that Duo really wanted this, wanted him.

He expected Duo to say no. The blow still hurt when Duo indicated they should stop. "Yes – I mean," Duo hiccupped frantically, "just, wait a sec, will you?"

Duo dropped to his knees.

Uncertain of what to expect, Heero waited. When a hot, wet sheath enveloped his length completely, the blinding sensuality nearly drove him through the wall.

Staggered by the height of his pleasure, Heero shot an arm out to steady himself against the wall of the cubicle. "Duo!" He blurted, shaking.

Duo popped up innocently, wiping at the corner of his lips. But when he caught sight of Heero's face, his smile bloomed savvily. "You like that, huh?" he chuckled, "I was just supplying lubrication."

Heero stared at him incredulously. Just?

Before he could ask Duo to teach him that neat little trick, Duo's eyes narrowed, and he hooked his creamy, muscled arms around his neck. Trapped in Duo's smoldering gaze, Heero felt all his surroundings bleed together like wet paint, until it was only him and Duo, standing on a white plain.

An L-shaped bench extended from the cubicle walls and Duo settled himself languidly in the corner, resting one leg on each side. "I mean it, Heero," he murmured, drawing Heero between his legs. "Fill me; I'm so hard I won't feel any pain."

Heero nodded compliantly as Duo's spicy scent washed over him. Pressed against Duo's opening as he was, he slowly slunk both hands down Duo's quavering sides until they rounded beneath his ass. Rough, Heero remembered, Duo always liked it rough.

Lapping at the silky skin of Duo's swanlike neck, Heero halted only to whisper into his ear. And then, without any preparation, he raised Duo's slender body into the air and slammed into him.

A rapturous cry spilt from Duo's parted lips and he flung his head back as Heero, shaking from the sensations that crashed through him, tried to regain control of his body. He hadn't anticipated the sudden euphoria that filling Duo would flood him with, and he trembled as Duo's creamy thighs clenched around his sides and began to ride him.

Fuuu "uuuuck!" Duo exclaimed as Heero gently thrust into him.

"Are you alright, Duo?"

Duo opened his eyes with intense dislike. When he saw Heero motionlessly watching him, he cried out in exasperation, "Yes! Don't stop, Heero!"

The shocked look in Heero's eyes was instantly replaced by a fierce hunger. Miffed that Heero had suspended his glorious pleasure cruise, Duo lifted his ass and slammed it back down on Heero's hardness to give him a lesson. That got Superman moving. Heero's hands clutched Duo tightly against him and he plunged into Duo with remarkable marksmanship.

Duo saw sparks. Or… wait, were they butterflies or fairies? A tumultuous roar of pleasure crashed into Duo's body and surged through him in endless waves of sexual furor. Crying out, Duo lifted himself up and matched Heero's thrusts perfectly as though they were one entity.

He clung to Heero's taut, trembling back like a lifeline as Heero hit that hypersensitive spot over and over again, sending ripple after sensuous ripple of exquisite pleasure shuddering through him.

"Heero," Duo gasped between moans, "I-I love you… so much."

For an instant, Heero's flat, metallic glare almost sobered him.

Then, Heero wrapped one hand around Duo's neglected maleness and began to pump him. "You talk too much, Duo."

Their rhythm flared wickedly and so did the building pressure in Duo's arousal. As he rode those narrow hips faster and harder, meeting each precise thrust with wild elation, he put Heero's cruel rebuff out of his mind. It was easy to forget as they raised higher and higher, soaring up the pinnacle of their euphoria as Duo's voice lifted in a lilting crescendo.

"Faster, Heero!"

Heero's hot, vehement mouth closed over his and all those talented sensory conductors began flooding him with pleasure all at once.

And then, with one resonant cry, they topped the vertex of sexual climax. At first, nothing happened. Duo floated around happily; senseless, thoughtless, like a celestial deity on a white nimbus, until everything, everything came crashing down.

Duo arched his back and screamed, "Heero!" as an avalanche of pure, brutal pleasure flooded his groin and exploded outwards with blinding quicksilver speed. Hot, gushing sensation poured into every fiber of every muscle, and distantly, he heard another voice snarl his name, but he was far too gone to care. Duo came violently, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his climax as Heero's essence streamed into him.

"Duo… you're so beautiful…"

Too exhausted to register the words, Duo smiled blissfully as he slackened into sweet, golden pleasure.

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A content silence elapsed between them.

Duo woozily opened his eyes, sweeping the steel cell uncomprehendingly. The oppressive feel of the high walls, grey and foreboding, was broken only by a door teetering on its ancient hinges, showing a thin sliver of the public change rooms. Then, with a shock, Duo realized Heero was still leaning over him with one arm braced against each wall, breathing shallowly.

"Heero!" Duo chided as he slipped off the bench and went to him. The muscles in Heero's arms were quivering with strain, but they still wrapped around him securely and squeezed Duo until he elicited a small squeak.

Standing up on his tippy-toes, Duo propped his chin on Heero's shoulder contentedly. They had a few minutes before the whole junior soccer team would come pouring in from the oval, but Duo planned to begone, longbefore that happened.

An inaudible sigh treaded over Heero's lips as Duo relaxed into his embrace. It was extraordinary how merely holding Duo in his arms was beginning to heal the emotional scars. He purred contentedly.

Then Duo jolted in his arms.

"Duo…?" Heero asked, puzzled.

Duo jerked back, and started shaking. At first, Heero felt only a glimmer of apprehension, and then the warm glow suffusing Duo's eyes began to fade and for the first time in three months, Heero remembered how tofeel afraid.

Duo had turned deathly pale.

It was him. If there had been a hierarchy among students, Alex and his circle, which had pioneered the elegant betrayal of Buckland's hapless students five years ago, would've been the nobility. Alex, lean and brown-skinned, lay against the doorframe carelessly, boring into Duo with his bland grey eyes.

An arctic chill stole his breath away like a python constricting around his throat, creating a violent tremor in his bones. "H-Heero…" he stuttered, outstretching an arm to point behind him.

Alex, alone, was responsible for contriving the intricate network of spies that flirted among them; he was cold and merciless and living among the top guns of Buckland had honed his taste for cruelty. He was the only person in the school Heero wouldn't challenge unless he was forced, but now that Alex had exposed them, Heero would have to take him down.

Except… Heero wasn't turning around.

"Heero?" Duo mumbled, confused. "I-It's Alex, Heero – he's here, he's seen us, wh-what are we going to do?"

Duo yelped as that tender, safe embrace constricted and became painful, locking Duo's arms against his sides. Asharp stab offearmade Duo wriggle uneasily, "Heero?" he fretted, his forehead furrowing in a frown. "Heero, it-it's Alex, he's s-seen us…"

"I know," Heero's voice was cold steel.

Shaking his head in flat denial, Duo ground out, "no, Heero, he's right there, he-he's just st-standing there, w-watch-ing us." But as he yammered on blithely, his words became more and more fragmented by Heero's lack of response.

Trembling harder, Duo looked up at Heero searchingly. He raked that smooth, apathetic mask for a subtle flaw, a telling stigma, but there was none. Like his eyes, his face was cold and unrecognizable. No, he can't be one of them; he wouldn't do this to me. "Heero?" he whimpered.

Heero's glare wounded him. A brittle cry burst from Duo's lips when Heero seized a length of his hair and callously snarled it around his hand. Twisting around, he articulated in a smooth, cutting tone, "I don't appreciate you interrupting my game, Alex."

"No…" Duo begged bleakly as his vision dripped with tears. "Not you, Heero, please…"

"Shut up," Heero snapped and gave him a fierce yank. Searing pain ripped across his scalp, but it was nothing next to the utter desolationleftbybetrayal.

Ironically, Alex's voice, tinged with doubt, rallied the fragile hope Duo had been nurturing, that Heero wasn't completely encroached by the Dark Side. "You, Heero? You're changing sides? I don't believe it."

"Then don't. I fucked him; and I liked it. Think whatever you like."

The anguish that answer kindled in him was swiftly banished by an overwhelming blaze of anger, and he thrived on the strength it gave him.

Alex, ever benign, brushed thick hair the colour of a raven's wing, out of his eyes and rubbed his chin. "You're saying you just used him? It meant nothing to you?"

Liquid midnight flashed in Heero's eyes. "Yeah, what of it?"

The corners of Alex's lips rose in a small, satisfied smile. "So prove it," he challenged, taking a step back as if to invite a performance. "Prove to me, that this junior was nothing more than a quick fuck – No, better yet," Alex's cruel smile bloomed, "Give me an example."

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THE END OF CHAPTER TWO

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Next Chapter: Alex, Heero and Duo get in a mess; Quatre and Trowa have trouble resisting