Chapter Three:
^*^*
By the time Duo took care of his animals - he dropped a one-week
feeder tablet into the goldfishes tank- and packed his bags
along with a scant but un moldy lunch, the day was half gone.
Of course, he wouldn't or rather couldn't admit to himself that
spending thirty minutes in the shower was what really did him
in. The culprit behind the extended cleansing ritual was, Heero
Yuy.
He conjured up Heero of six years ago. Duo could still see the
man as he was; his hair dark and thick and unruly, teeth whiter
than the girl who advertised tooth polish. And it was just such
an image that chose to appear to Duo in the hot shower.
Tall and gangly, not nearly as filled out then as he was now.
Both of them were secreted in the library of the Preventers New
York division. The lights were a cliched' low, so that just the
bright glare of the computer screen illuminated the men. Duo had
turned and caught his partner in a quiet moment of contemplative
thought. Heero's face was relaxed and his large blue eyes, made
prussian by the electronic lighting, stared unblinking into the
screen.
Duo, under the safety of the hot spray, stroked his nipples
until they stood erect. Then he drew his soapy finger-tips down
his chest, imagining that they were Heero's fingers touching
him.
He recalled the conversation that the two had had that day in
the library. How husky Heero's voice was. Duo had noticed that
Heero was sitting close, too close, and his cock had stirred to
a semi-erection. Duo, instead of leaning away from him, had
leaned closer and made an inane comment about whom they should
seek out next.
Duo gently fondled his testicles. They were low hanging from the
warmth of the shower and when he kneaded them, they instantly
turned hard and tightened up. He held his own erection in one
hand as he stroked his balls, pretending that Heero was on his
knees before him licking him on the underside of his testes. Duo
pulled on his cock furiously and switched from stroking his sack
to squeezing it. Now Heero was deep throating him, and Duo
pretended that Heero's eyes were wide open and staring up at
him...warm water gently trickling down the man's temples,
cascading over his long lashes like warmed icicles melting in
the afternoon sun....
At that image, Duo yelled "Heero" and came. The soap dish and a
half-empty shampoo bottle the only witnesses to his lusty
absolutions.
~O~
Now finally, he was on the road again and headed for Collinsport
for the third, and hopefully final time.
Duo turned his overactive brain away from his former partner to
the legends that were told about the mansion. While driving,
Duo's mind slowly meandered from the legends to the ghosts who
were supposedly to be haunting the elderly grounds. Over the
years, he'd heard many tales.
One ghost story that never failed to intrigue him was the one
about Jamison Collins and his mysterious lover. Forbidden to be
together, Jamison and his lover would sneak away from their
rooms at night to meet for clandestine rendezvous. So
passionate, so loving was the secret romance, it was said that
the night stars in the heavens above twinkled high over head
only for them, in celebration of their love. The rumors ran
rampant as too actually *who* this secret paramour of Jamison's
could be, Duo suspected that rather than a woman, like most
assumed, that it more likely a male lover, thus all the secrecy.
Which would also explain why a perfectly eligible bachelor was
not courting a known young woman from the town.
The secret woman, was a man. No doubt a lovely male, and of
considerably 'less' good breeding.
Duo smiled at that, Jamison's lover sounded very much like Heero
Yuy. At the thought of Heero, Duo's insides twitched and he felt
a 'rush' in the center of his belly. He was glad that Quatre was
not with him right now, for he would have asked him all sorts of
questions. Starting with the most obvious, 'Why are you blushing
Duo?' and then followed with a 'Why is your cock tenting your
khaki cargoes?'
Switching on the radio in a determined effort to get the man out
of his head, Duo found an all news station and tuned it in. The
miles were ticking off rapidly and with them, the daylight
hours. According to the weather report, a storm was expected to
hit the coast of New England. The residents of the many villages
that stamped the coastal regions of the state, Collinsport
included, could expect thunder, lightening and winds up to fifty
miles an hour.
Duo sighed, he was in for a dark and stormy ride.
He only hoped that this time he made it to the mansion with out
any 'unexpected' rising up to bite him in the ass, like the
other times he had tried, and failed to make it.
~O~
COLLINWOOD MANSION:
After a full day of exploring the mansion and its vast grounds,
Heero experienced a quiet dinner with just Virginia -or Ginny as
she asked Heero to call her and the very sullen Cristoff. It had
been along time since he had sat down and experienced the very
'normal' routine of eating pot roast and partaking in idyll
talk.
Now, near midnight, he sat alone in the mansion's large, mostly
unused sitting room, before a blazing hearth sipping hundred
year-old whiskey. He stared into the fire, and as his thoughts
of what to do first on a list of countless tasks that would need
to be taken care of at the mansion, his thoughts gradually
cycled back to Duo.
He stared unblinking into the bright orange flames wondering
where and what Duo was up to. He knew that he should *not* be
wishing to see the preventer agent again, especially since the
business between them was unpleasant and unfinished. But Heero
could not get his mind off of his violet-eyed, former partner.
The depth of Heero's feelings for Duo went beyond the his good-
looking outer shell. Duo's seeming scattered yet brilliant mind
had never failed to amaze Heero.
Heero secretly thrilled that Duo was always able to allude
Treize's henchmen; himself included into that ragged bunch.
Of course, later on, when the mystery became more shrouded and
the plot around the conspiracy thickened, Heero had jumped the
fence and did all that he could to protect Duo. Though neither
Duo nor Quatre knew it. And if they did, would the duo even
appreciate it? That was the question.
The romantic in Heero dreamed of the day that the two of them
could put aside all of the shit that had gone on between them
and let bygones be bygones. Once that was done, they would be
free to explore a relationship. A romantic relationship, not a
professional one like they had right now, if that's what you
could even call it. The practical side of him knew however, that
when that day actually came to pass then pigs would fly and the
rain in Vancouver would cease.
In other words never.
Heero snorted sarcastically then swallowed the last of his
whiskey. Duo Maxwell couldn't bear to look at him, let alone
ever make love to him. He placed his snifter on the small table
next to his chair and shook his head, knowing notions of romance
and love were for other people, good people, not scum-sucking
bastards with no morals like himself.
Heero sighed heavily and stood, the hour was late and it was
time to turn in. He had a full day ahead of himself. Judging by
the piss-poor weather outside, Heero figured he'd be doing most
of his chores in the pouring rain. He took a few minutes to
squat down front of the large fire, where he removed the heavy
antique screen. As he was banking the coals, he felt a cool
breath of air across the back of his bare neck. It sent a sudden
shiver trickling up his spine and all of the hair on his arms
stood up. Heero was positive that Cristoff was behind him, he
could feel a presence. But when he suddenly stood and whirled,
there was nothing but the empty room.
Thinking that he was letting his imagination get away from him,
Heero smiled and turned his attention back to what he had been
doing.
Just then, lightening streaked across the dark night sky,
lighting up the mansion and a split second later deafening
thunder roared directly over head. Another bolt of lightening
shot out and suddenly, the mansion was enveloped in darkness.
Heero shivered again, he never did like power outages. Turning
to the safety of the fire, Heero pulled a large candlestick,
which was mounted in a large, ornate brass holder and lit it
with a hot coal. For some reason, he was nervous, not only for
himself, but for Duo too.
At that moment, he felt like he had been in this room before,
doing the very same thing, standing in the dark during a noisy
storm and lighting a candle, worrying about the man whom he
loved deeply.
Heero shook of the eerie sense of Deja'vous, and started for the
dark stairwell that led to his room. He still could not shake
the feeling that he was being watched, and when the steps behind
him creaked loudly, Heero, not usually one to be spooked, ran up
the wooden steps two at a time then turned the corner and speed
walked to his bedroom.
Cristoff stepped out from the shadows, a leering grin crossed
his handsome mouth. He had been observing the grounds
keeper/handy man closely. He could see that despite what the
blue-eyed man said, he was in fact freaked out by the mansion. A
large smile broke out on Cristoff's face, and softer than a
whisper, he soundlessly followed Heero and watched his assent up
the stairs, not needing any form of light to see the man.
Cristoff liked this new guy-- a lot.
~O~
Duo, tired, hungry and about two hours behind schedule pulled up
the bottom of the drive of Collinwood manor. He could see a
light on in the window, so someone was up, that much he knew for
sure.
But who?
That he couldn't tell. Duo wondered if he should just drive up
and knock on the door or turn around, go back to the pub and
then return in the morning. He didn't know what the hell he
would say to Heero anyway. The light in the window went out and
that seemed to be the deciding factor for Duo. Obviously who
ever was up, had turned out the lights and gone to bed. Duo
figured he could get a room in town for the night and come back
in the morning.
He turned the key over to start his car and was greeted with a
grinding, clicking noise instead of the quiet hum of his
sensible sedan.
-TBC-
^*^*
By the time Duo took care of his animals - he dropped a one-week
feeder tablet into the goldfishes tank- and packed his bags
along with a scant but un moldy lunch, the day was half gone.
Of course, he wouldn't or rather couldn't admit to himself that
spending thirty minutes in the shower was what really did him
in. The culprit behind the extended cleansing ritual was, Heero
Yuy.
He conjured up Heero of six years ago. Duo could still see the
man as he was; his hair dark and thick and unruly, teeth whiter
than the girl who advertised tooth polish. And it was just such
an image that chose to appear to Duo in the hot shower.
Tall and gangly, not nearly as filled out then as he was now.
Both of them were secreted in the library of the Preventers New
York division. The lights were a cliched' low, so that just the
bright glare of the computer screen illuminated the men. Duo had
turned and caught his partner in a quiet moment of contemplative
thought. Heero's face was relaxed and his large blue eyes, made
prussian by the electronic lighting, stared unblinking into the
screen.
Duo, under the safety of the hot spray, stroked his nipples
until they stood erect. Then he drew his soapy finger-tips down
his chest, imagining that they were Heero's fingers touching
him.
He recalled the conversation that the two had had that day in
the library. How husky Heero's voice was. Duo had noticed that
Heero was sitting close, too close, and his cock had stirred to
a semi-erection. Duo, instead of leaning away from him, had
leaned closer and made an inane comment about whom they should
seek out next.
Duo gently fondled his testicles. They were low hanging from the
warmth of the shower and when he kneaded them, they instantly
turned hard and tightened up. He held his own erection in one
hand as he stroked his balls, pretending that Heero was on his
knees before him licking him on the underside of his testes. Duo
pulled on his cock furiously and switched from stroking his sack
to squeezing it. Now Heero was deep throating him, and Duo
pretended that Heero's eyes were wide open and staring up at
him...warm water gently trickling down the man's temples,
cascading over his long lashes like warmed icicles melting in
the afternoon sun....
At that image, Duo yelled "Heero" and came. The soap dish and a
half-empty shampoo bottle the only witnesses to his lusty
absolutions.
~O~
Now finally, he was on the road again and headed for Collinsport
for the third, and hopefully final time.
Duo turned his overactive brain away from his former partner to
the legends that were told about the mansion. While driving,
Duo's mind slowly meandered from the legends to the ghosts who
were supposedly to be haunting the elderly grounds. Over the
years, he'd heard many tales.
One ghost story that never failed to intrigue him was the one
about Jamison Collins and his mysterious lover. Forbidden to be
together, Jamison and his lover would sneak away from their
rooms at night to meet for clandestine rendezvous. So
passionate, so loving was the secret romance, it was said that
the night stars in the heavens above twinkled high over head
only for them, in celebration of their love. The rumors ran
rampant as too actually *who* this secret paramour of Jamison's
could be, Duo suspected that rather than a woman, like most
assumed, that it more likely a male lover, thus all the secrecy.
Which would also explain why a perfectly eligible bachelor was
not courting a known young woman from the town.
The secret woman, was a man. No doubt a lovely male, and of
considerably 'less' good breeding.
Duo smiled at that, Jamison's lover sounded very much like Heero
Yuy. At the thought of Heero, Duo's insides twitched and he felt
a 'rush' in the center of his belly. He was glad that Quatre was
not with him right now, for he would have asked him all sorts of
questions. Starting with the most obvious, 'Why are you blushing
Duo?' and then followed with a 'Why is your cock tenting your
khaki cargoes?'
Switching on the radio in a determined effort to get the man out
of his head, Duo found an all news station and tuned it in. The
miles were ticking off rapidly and with them, the daylight
hours. According to the weather report, a storm was expected to
hit the coast of New England. The residents of the many villages
that stamped the coastal regions of the state, Collinsport
included, could expect thunder, lightening and winds up to fifty
miles an hour.
Duo sighed, he was in for a dark and stormy ride.
He only hoped that this time he made it to the mansion with out
any 'unexpected' rising up to bite him in the ass, like the
other times he had tried, and failed to make it.
~O~
COLLINWOOD MANSION:
After a full day of exploring the mansion and its vast grounds,
Heero experienced a quiet dinner with just Virginia -or Ginny as
she asked Heero to call her and the very sullen Cristoff. It had
been along time since he had sat down and experienced the very
'normal' routine of eating pot roast and partaking in idyll
talk.
Now, near midnight, he sat alone in the mansion's large, mostly
unused sitting room, before a blazing hearth sipping hundred
year-old whiskey. He stared into the fire, and as his thoughts
of what to do first on a list of countless tasks that would need
to be taken care of at the mansion, his thoughts gradually
cycled back to Duo.
He stared unblinking into the bright orange flames wondering
where and what Duo was up to. He knew that he should *not* be
wishing to see the preventer agent again, especially since the
business between them was unpleasant and unfinished. But Heero
could not get his mind off of his violet-eyed, former partner.
The depth of Heero's feelings for Duo went beyond the his good-
looking outer shell. Duo's seeming scattered yet brilliant mind
had never failed to amaze Heero.
Heero secretly thrilled that Duo was always able to allude
Treize's henchmen; himself included into that ragged bunch.
Of course, later on, when the mystery became more shrouded and
the plot around the conspiracy thickened, Heero had jumped the
fence and did all that he could to protect Duo. Though neither
Duo nor Quatre knew it. And if they did, would the duo even
appreciate it? That was the question.
The romantic in Heero dreamed of the day that the two of them
could put aside all of the shit that had gone on between them
and let bygones be bygones. Once that was done, they would be
free to explore a relationship. A romantic relationship, not a
professional one like they had right now, if that's what you
could even call it. The practical side of him knew however, that
when that day actually came to pass then pigs would fly and the
rain in Vancouver would cease.
In other words never.
Heero snorted sarcastically then swallowed the last of his
whiskey. Duo Maxwell couldn't bear to look at him, let alone
ever make love to him. He placed his snifter on the small table
next to his chair and shook his head, knowing notions of romance
and love were for other people, good people, not scum-sucking
bastards with no morals like himself.
Heero sighed heavily and stood, the hour was late and it was
time to turn in. He had a full day ahead of himself. Judging by
the piss-poor weather outside, Heero figured he'd be doing most
of his chores in the pouring rain. He took a few minutes to
squat down front of the large fire, where he removed the heavy
antique screen. As he was banking the coals, he felt a cool
breath of air across the back of his bare neck. It sent a sudden
shiver trickling up his spine and all of the hair on his arms
stood up. Heero was positive that Cristoff was behind him, he
could feel a presence. But when he suddenly stood and whirled,
there was nothing but the empty room.
Thinking that he was letting his imagination get away from him,
Heero smiled and turned his attention back to what he had been
doing.
Just then, lightening streaked across the dark night sky,
lighting up the mansion and a split second later deafening
thunder roared directly over head. Another bolt of lightening
shot out and suddenly, the mansion was enveloped in darkness.
Heero shivered again, he never did like power outages. Turning
to the safety of the fire, Heero pulled a large candlestick,
which was mounted in a large, ornate brass holder and lit it
with a hot coal. For some reason, he was nervous, not only for
himself, but for Duo too.
At that moment, he felt like he had been in this room before,
doing the very same thing, standing in the dark during a noisy
storm and lighting a candle, worrying about the man whom he
loved deeply.
Heero shook of the eerie sense of Deja'vous, and started for the
dark stairwell that led to his room. He still could not shake
the feeling that he was being watched, and when the steps behind
him creaked loudly, Heero, not usually one to be spooked, ran up
the wooden steps two at a time then turned the corner and speed
walked to his bedroom.
Cristoff stepped out from the shadows, a leering grin crossed
his handsome mouth. He had been observing the grounds
keeper/handy man closely. He could see that despite what the
blue-eyed man said, he was in fact freaked out by the mansion. A
large smile broke out on Cristoff's face, and softer than a
whisper, he soundlessly followed Heero and watched his assent up
the stairs, not needing any form of light to see the man.
Cristoff liked this new guy-- a lot.
~O~
Duo, tired, hungry and about two hours behind schedule pulled up
the bottom of the drive of Collinwood manor. He could see a
light on in the window, so someone was up, that much he knew for
sure.
But who?
That he couldn't tell. Duo wondered if he should just drive up
and knock on the door or turn around, go back to the pub and
then return in the morning. He didn't know what the hell he
would say to Heero anyway. The light in the window went out and
that seemed to be the deciding factor for Duo. Obviously who
ever was up, had turned out the lights and gone to bed. Duo
figured he could get a room in town for the night and come back
in the morning.
He turned the key over to start his car and was greeted with a
grinding, clicking noise instead of the quiet hum of his
sensible sedan.
-TBC-