Tainted for life

Chapter 6

I have to warn you, there will be some sex in this chapter and some more violence...

Duo's father shows what a bastard he REALLY is. I have to warn you, I did exaggerate a bit to make it dramatic... sorry... -.-'

Another warning: Short chapter

He was a walking contradiction. Now that he looked back on it, he felt guilty for screaming at Quatre, but on the other hand he was still so angry with him that it felt good. It was strange, it was confusing. And he hated it. It was now almost four am and he didn't sleep one minute. He had been staring at the ceiling the entire night. Thinking about whether to call Quatre or not. Maybe he should be strong and ignore the blonde boy, so that Quatre will think twice the next time before he starts flirting with HIS object of affection. But that was just the way Quatre was, he had known it from the start. Quatre was a born flirter. He flirted with everyone around him without even noticing. It made him even more angry, to think that things always came so easy with Quatre. He wasn't shy and had no fear (socially speaking) he just stepped up to people and started talking like they had been friends forever. While it took Duo ages to encourage himself to talk to a stranger.

He shook his head, thinking of all the downsides of his friendship with Quatre wasn't going to get him to sleep. Not at all.

But sadly he couldn't get it out of his head resulting in him not sleeping on all night, which became a bad habit lately.

He sat in his room, watching his reflection in the mirror. The intensity of the colour of his bruise had lessened but it was still visible.

He didn't dare to get out of his room. His mother and sister were out shopping, so he was left alone at the mercy of his father. And his father had no mercy. He hopefully jumped up when the doorbell rang and lay his ear against his door to try and hear who is was. With a bit of luck it was one of dads colleagues begging him to come to work. He listened to the sound of his fathers footsteps nearing the door. The sound of the door unlocking and opening and his father grunting in disapproval. Maybe it was Cat! A soft voice spoke but he could not hear whom it wads and what the person asked. But he did hear his fathers answer.

'No, Duo isn't home at the moment.'

Now suddenly furious and bold he through the door open and stomped down the stairs. 'Actually, I AM.' He growled and his father gave him an angry look and then threw a disgusting look in the direction of the door, taking a step back.

As Duo neared the door he inwardly gasped as he recognised the perfect human being standing in the doorway. Heero.

He all but drooled when he took in his long legs and slim hips clad in tight leather pants and the red, sleeveless, turtleneck left nothing to the imagination. But he also felt a bit dismay, Heero looked so utterly gay even his father was able to notice. He must be thinking this was the 'faggot' he had been visiting every day. Getting his brains fucked out. He swallowed nervously and his legs threatened to turn into jelly when Heero flashed him a bright smile.

'Heero! Wha-what are you doing here?' Duo asked shakily.

'Visiting you.' Heero sweetly said. Stepping forward, into the house.

'Uhm... Why?' Duo asked. Feeling quite uncomfortable under the angry stare of his father, who tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, his arms folded in front of his chest. Sighing once in a while to show his dismay.

'Please come in.' Duo said, with as much courage as he could muster.

Heero msiled and stepped in further, standing dangerously close to Duo. So close Duo could feel the heat coming from his delicious body. He felt like sticking his tongue down the boys throat there and then. Maybe he would have if his father wasn't still there.

'Come on, let's go upstairs.' He suggested. Making his father think they were about to have sex was better then staying there.

He could feel his fathers eyes boring a whole into his back as they climbed the stairs and disappeared into his room. Heero immediately sat down on the bed, like he was at home. Not that he minded. He had many dreams about Heero sitting down on his bed. But in his dreams he started to slowly undress himself and seductively sucked on his index finger, waiting for Duo to shed his clothes and join him.

'What are you doing here?'

'I thought I already told you, I came to visit you.'

'But... WHY? Why so sudden, I mean, it's not like we're the best of friends.'

'We're not?'

Duo swallowed as he say the seductive look in Heero's eyes. God, this was tempting, Heero sitting there on his bed, looking hot as ever. Duo gasped as Heero grabbed his hips and pulled him towards the bed. He blushed a bright red when his crotch was straight in front of Heero's face. Being that close, Heero must've noticed his erection by now. The erection he got from thinking about his wet dream. He swallowed loudly as Heero looked up and smirked and pushed the hem of his shirt up with his nose. Goosebumps spread across his skin and he felt his legs get weaker and weaker. What the fuck was happening between them? Was Heero just sitting on the couch this afternoon and suddenly thought: "Let's go to Duo's place to fuck"?

He giggled very unmasculine as Heero's tongue darted out to lick his abdomen.

'Oh god...' He let out shakily as Heero brought his hands up to push his shirt further upwards and continued licking his stomach, which fluttered under the ticklish ministrations of Heero's tongue. He laughed as Heero dipped his tongue into his belly-button.

After a few blissful second Heero slowly lay back on bed, taking Duo with him.

Now lying on top of Heero, he felt a little more bold and let his own hands wonder over the sculptured body beneath him. He kissed Heero's begging lips, immediately pushed his tongue past them into the moist cavern.

Heero's moans gave him more and more courage and he pushed Heero's T-shirt up to his chest, stroking his abdomen and teasing his erect nipples. He could feel Heero smile against his lips and pulled back to study his face for a moment. All thoughts flew from his mind and he closed his eyes in bliss as Heero suddenly started massaging his erection through his jeans. He didn't know how or why Heero was doing all these things to him, but he sure didn't mind, and pondering over it was the last thing on his 'To Do' list.

He moaned in utter pleasure as Heero squeezed harder, then removed his hands and pushed his own hips up, grinding their erections together.

'Oh god.' He whispered almost reaching orgasm at that moment. The tight confines of his jeans were almost painful. Heero continued to drive him crazy with ultimate pleasure, both moaning loudly enjoying themselves to the point where it should be illegal. And apparently it was.

His bedroom door was opened with much force and angry footsteps neared the bed, a heavy voice yelled something. But Duo was to dazed to realise what was going on. But his state of mind soon happened when two forceful hands around his waist pulled him off Heero and threw him on the carpeted floor, next to the king size bed.

He opened his eyes in shock and saw his father, fuming with anger, forcefully grabbing Heero's wrist and pulling him up and off the bed. Heero lost his balance and fell to his knees in front of Duo's father who spat in his face, disgusted with him. Heero averted his eyes while Maxwell screamed: 'Also eager to suck me off! You filthy faggot I'll teach you to keep your dirty hands off my son!' He brought his other hand to Heero's hand, which he was still holding and pushed Heero's fingers so far back that they broke.

Duo winced and cried as he heard them snap loudly and heard Heero's anguished cry of pain.

He scrambled to his feet and stumbled towards his father, his face wet with tears. Why was he doing this! Had he lost his mind! He hit his father on the back of his head as hard as he could but the tall man was unaffected and threw his son off with a simple swipe of his arm. After getting rid of them he dragged Heero out of the bedroom towards the stairs.

'It's your fault my son is gay! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!'

Heero cried and tried to free his hand from Maxwell's grip that was strong enough to completely lift him off the ground.

Heero looked down worriedly. They were at the top of the stairs and he had the feeling he knew how Duo's father was planning on getting him downstairs. 'Let me go!' He kicked the man against his legs, aiming for his crotch, but he had no time for that. Duo's father let go and he was sent falling down the hard marble stairs. Groaning his fall finally came to an end. His entire body ached, the lust that was surging through his veins only moments ago was replaced with adrenaline that gave him the strength to get the Hell out of that house. He gave Duo one sorrowful look before he left.

Duo stood in his doorway, looking at the front door in shock. What... what had just happened...? He slowly turned his head towards his father and swallowed, trembling.

'Get into your room!' The older man barked.

He obeyed, to shocked to do anything else. Carefully he sat down on his bed and heard his father lock the door from outside. Now, he really was locked up into his own house... more then ever. He couldn't stop thinking about Heero and he couldn't get the sound of his fingers breaking out of his hand. He held his own right hand against his chest as they tingled at the thought of how it must feel.

There was no way he was staying in this house!

... I'll let you be the judge...