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Part 2

"What did you screw up today, Duo?" Heero asked as they entered their room after dinner. Duo thought for a moment - nothing that he could recall.

"I…don't know?" Duo asked sheepishly.

"Simply said. I saw you looking at Quatre." Heero growled angrily, pushing Duo onto the bed.

"What!" Duo exclaimed in shock.

"Don't try and play games with me, Duo. I saw it. And you're not getting away with it!" Heero shouted before he smacked his lover hard across the face.

Tears welled up in the young teens eyes as he tried to plead with his lover. "Please, Heero. I swear, I didn't."

"Bull. Shit." Heero pushed Duo back onto the bed and began to roughly remove his clothing. Duo knew what was coming next. Not again. Please, not again. Shinigami, help me. Duo tried to fight back, but was hit for the attempt. No, no more. Duo tried to scream, but Heero assaulted his mouth with his own. Shinigami, save ME!

Flashback

The room was cold and dark, and Heero was drunk. He had just gotten back from a bar and there was only one thing on his mind. Duo. He found the shorter teen fast asleep in his bed, blankets wrapped around his slender body. The sight sent fire thought Heero's already hot blood.

Heero stumbled to his roommate's bed, pulling off the blanket. Duo was exposed and naked, causing him to wake up by the sudden cold rush to his body. There was shock and confusion in Duo's face. Heero climbed onto Duo, and the shorter teen realized what was going on. He tried to fight back, but Heero hit him. He tried to scream, but Heero covered his mouth with his own. Duo loved Heero, but this was not what he wanted.

End Flashback

Duo laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling as Heero dressed. He was numb inside, but he could feel the pain that Heero had caused him. The taller teen finished dressing and kissed Duo lightly on the lips before leaving. Duo bit his lip and fought back tears. Why did he deal with it all? Because, I love him.

That night, Duo sat in the bathroom looking at the blade in his hand. He had had enough, and there was only one way out of it. He had to do what was best. He had to save himself.

Owari

AN: I know, the ending is kind of ironic. But, it works.