" And you can’t find anything wrong?" Duo asked, perturbed. The doctor, a tall young woman with short black hair, shrugged.
" Physically, there’s nothing wrong with your son, Duo. Mentally..." She gestured towards the room, where, through the window, they could see Heero mechanically putting together and taking apart his gun with rapid efficiency and speed.
Duo smiled half-heartedly. "I understand. So when can we go home?" She blinked twice.
" Whenever you want to. He’s not sick or ill; there’s no reason to keep him here other than for psychiatric evaluation, and he obviously has a grasp on reality that probably exceeds that of most adults," she noted wryly. "It’s been a week, Duo-san. He needs to be home. Heero’s going stir-crazy." As if sensing that someone was talking about him, Heero peered over at them through wild bangs and smirked, hiding his gun...wherever he hid his gun. It was a mystery to Duo, one that he had yet to solve.
" How about today?" Duo suggested, his eyes never leaving Heero’s small form.
Relena sighed. Her potion had definitely *not* worked as planned. Instead of making Heero fall in love with her, it had changed him into a small child. She stared at the 8x10 glossies that were skewed all over her desk and allowed a tiny smile to creep onto her face. But Heero was so kawaii!
But he was still in the clutches of that stupid, stupid boy Duo. She had to save him, somehow. She knew that part of Heero loved her, and she was determined to make sure that side of his heart saw the light of day before anything else. "You’re mine," she said, a full smile curving over her face, "you just don’t know it yet."
With that, she gathered up the photos into a small manila folder and tucked them away into a drawer of her desk, where she locked them and them tucked the key into a hidden pocket of her skirt. Spying on Heero was all well and good, but it wouldn’t do for someone to just find pictures of a now vulnerable terrorist all over *her* desk.
And there they would stay, for another seven years...
Duo was in the kitchen when he heard a high-pitched wail that rattled him to his bones. "Heero!" he cried, dropping the dish he’d been washing. It smashed to the floor, unnoticed as he ran into their room.
God, what had happened now? Had they left the hospital too soon? He burst into the room, only to find Heero standing in front of the mirror, eyes wide.
" I’m a little kid!" he cried, scowling at his reflection. "How am I supposed to fight? My arms won’t reach Wing Zero’s control panel!" Duo slid behind Heero, embracing him tightly.
" The war’s over," he reminded him gently. Heero’s eyes had the blank look they’d always carried during the war, when he’d had to shut away his emotions and play soldier for a bunch of sick doctors. Slowly, that aching hollowness faded into something of recognition. The shock had probably triggered his old programming.
" You’re safe," he whispered, hugging Heero, feeling tears prick his eyes. It wasn’t fair. He finally had Heero, and now he’d turned into a child. It seemed that he had to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of happiness he got.
" What about us?" Heero asked quietly. Duo winced internally, but kept smiling, for Heero’s sake.
" We’ll figure out something," Duo said confidently. "Don’t you worry your cute little head, Heero." We’d better figure out something, Duo amended. Or else it would be a long seven years waiting for Heero to grow up again. And by then, Duo would be over the hill, past his prime. Would Heero still love him with crow’s feet and a body that wasn’t quite so firm, not so lithe and young?
If he even grows up again, Duo added miserably to himself. Heero could feel Duo’s sadness, and hugged him tighter. Would Duo be willing to wait years for him to grow into a man again, or would he leave him alone, abandoning him to the cold world?
" You won’t leave me?" Heero asked, gazing up at Duo with wide, blue eyes. It seemed that this body no longer possessed the ability to send deadly glares at its enemies.
" As long as you won’t leave *me*," Duo replied hoarsely, and kissed his lover’s-no, not his lover, not anymore-forehead.
" Good." With that, Heero turned over in Duo’s lap and went to sleep, his cat-like eyes shut for the first time in days. His long lashes curled onto his cheek, brushing Duo’s arm when he shifted slightly.
" Good night," Duo whispered, and gently carried the sleeping boy over to their-his, bed. "Sleep tight." He pulled the blankets up to his chin, smiling as Heero burrowed further under the covers. "Don’t let the bed bugs bite," he said, and felt a salty tear slide down his cheek. "I love you. Don’t leave me."
7 Years Later
Duo smiled as Heero came running over, dressed in jeans and a blue tee-shirt, his new favorite outfit, replacing the traditional spandex and green tanktop. In a way, it was like the war had never happened-Heero had taken advantage of his second childhood, learning to play and smile in a way that he never had before.
And Duo, patient Duo, had waited for seven years. He’d watched Heero’s body grow older, mature into the first stages of adolescence, where he’d had a kind of awkward beauty, and finally into a smaller form of the man he would be.
Today was Heero’s birthday, and it would be special for them both. They’d talked about it, and agreed that it would be too strange to continue their old relationship. Instead, they’d decided to resume their...former relationship when Heero turned fifteen, the year they’d met, the year the war had began and so had their love affair.
It was special in many ways.
" Did you have fun?" Duo asked, watching as the other boys shook their heads and walked off the court. It was no fun playing with Heero; he always won. A combination of experience and strength made him almost unstoppable. Duo was twenty-eight years old, not an old man, but certainly not young. Everyone assumed that Duo was either a perverted pedophile or a kind man who had taken in an orphan off the street, which was the story they’d cooked up the first time someone had questioned him about Heero’s parentage.
" Hm," Heero replied, talkative as always. There was an odd glimmer in his eyes, of anticipation? Fear? Regret? Duo bit his lip as he tried to read Heero’s expression.
" Let’s go home," he suggested, catching the American’s hand in his. "It’s been a long time."
Duo smiled.
Indeed it had.
Relena smiled. Soon, her plan would come into completion. Seven years of careful manipulation were coming into fruition, and Heero Yuy would be hers!
In her zeal, she never noticed that the cauldron was dangerously close to bubbling over. As she threw back her head and laughed, she banged into the side of it, tipping the potion onto her own black-clad body...
The second they were through the door, Duo pounced, kissing Heero deeply, crushing the Japanese boy’s sweaty body against his. "I’ve missed you," he mumbled, pulling desperately at Heero’s tanktop. He had to have him, to feel Heero tremble beneath him, caught up in the tide of emotions that crested over him.
" I’ve missed you also," Heero whispered, letting Duo push him to the ground. It seemed they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom after all. Their kissing took on a frantic air as they struggled to divest themselves of clothing, anything preventing blissful skin-to-skin contact.
Then Duo was spreading Heero’s legs, bending them at the knee over his shoulders. He positioned himself at Heero’s entrace, his larger frame trembling. He was so close it was maddening--!
" One word," Duo moaned, his damp bangs clinging to his forehead. It was a game they hadn’t played in almost eight years, making Heero beg for his release.
" Please!" Heero moaned, a tiny smile curling onto his lips. It seemed Duo still liked to make him beg. "Please, Duo, just fuck me-aah!" Despite his pleas, his body was still a virgin’s and it screamed at Heero as Duo penetrated him, begging him to make the pain stop. Yet Heero knew the ultimate pleasure that awaited him, and ignored the fire shooting through his body.
" Who do you love, Heero?" Duo cried out, thrusting cruelly into his sore body.
" Only you, Duo," Heero whimpered. The play, so old, so familiar, had begun again. Duo thrust hard, ripping the tender flesh of his anus.
" Who makes you feel good?" Duo demanded, gyrating his hips slowly, slowing the pace of his thrusts to a snail’s jog. Heero thrashed in annoyance, his own body craving release.
" You do!"
" Who do you want to fuck you, Heero?"
" Duo!" he wailed, small tears tracking down his cheeks. It was so good; it was miserable, bringing him to the verge of release and back down again. Duo smiled down at his small lover, remembering how sensitive Heero’s body had been to stimuli at that age. He took special care not to hit that special place deep inside his body, because it would send Heero over the edge...
It was furious sex from there, sweating, panting, desire flooding through them, white lights blinking in their vision as they both came, collapsing bonelessly against the floor.
" Iie," Heero said after a moment. "The floor is hard. How about the bed?"
Duo purred, and leaned over to scoop his lover into his arms, pulling him tightly against his body.
It seemed that the floor wasn’t the only thing that was hard.
End Part Two
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