30-Jan-2002
CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 6x2! As in Zechs X Duo, Merquise X Maxwell, Lightning Count X Shinigami
Disclaimer: I, like all the other fanfic writers out there, do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. Hmmm, maybe if we pooled our pennies?
Title: When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 9/?
Author: KwyckSylver kwycksylver@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 this chapter and overall
Pairing(s): 6X2 as well as 1 + 2 which will eventually become 1x2x1
Spoilers: None - this fic is AU although Earth and the Colonies are at odds with each other. If you are not familiar with the setup then you can refer to chapter one, archived at http://www.gwaddiction.com/ if you like.
Warnings: 6X2 in this chapter. There shall be angst, humor, betrayal, limes, lemons, chicanery, skullduggery, maybe a snafu here and there, as well as other good things. This fic is AU so expect some OOC behavior from some of the characters. (Example: if Duo was Pinocchio, they'd be getting out the chain saw).
Did I mention this chapter contains 6X2?
"Kiss me Duo," Heero said, "you know you want to."
He tilted his head to one side as he leaned forward. Duo's hand shot upward and covered Heero's mouth. His raised his other hand, laying it on Heero's chest, and gently pushed him away.
"No," he answered, "I can't . . . I don't have time," he slipped under Heero's arm and hurried out of the showers.
Heero stared after him, his mouth agape. Duo had pushed him out of the way. He got his own feet to start working and followed the other boy into the locker room.
"But we're supposed to go to my house. Remember? Homework? Study buddies?" he paused, "Duo, what's going on?"
Duo tried not to, but it was hard keeping his eyes off Heero. His body was - well - to Duo - it was perfect. But he would never get the chance to touch it, because Heero was going to end up hating him.
He shivered, "The only thing wrong is it's drafty in here," he lied, " and I happen to be soaking wet and butt naked. So are you. Throw me a towel."
Heero smiled as he grabbed a towel and tossed it over, he took another for himself and began drying off. Duo was still acting as distant as he had that morning, Heero thought maybe Duo hadn't felt what he'd felt last night, or that he was ashamed. But the look those blue eyes were giving him now said he was wrong.
Something else was obviously eating at him and Heero was going to find out what.
"Duo," the tone of his voice was soft yet demanding as he stared the other boy down.
"There is nothing wrong, so stop bugging me!" Duo needed to get outside, away from Heero, and fast. Heero standing there without a stitch of clothing was not doing his resolve any good. Still wet, he began pulling on his clothes as fast as he could, before Heero managed to worm the truth out of him.
"I gotta get going, Zechs wants me home right after practice. He wants a report on my progress, that's all," he explained, turning his back on Heero as he pulled his things out of his locker. Trying to sound cool, as though nothing was wrong wasn't easy when your insides felt like quivering jelly.
Duo turned around only to find Heero standing face to face with him, again. Duo gasped and dropped his bag. He hadn't heard Heero's approach, he hadn't made a sound.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," Duo hissed as he calmed his racing heart, "now move out of my way, I have to go."
"You have to convince me there's nothing bothering you, otherwise . . ." Heero had him cornered and he wasn't about to let him leave. Duo tried pushing Heero to the side but Heero wouldn't budge.
"Let me pass," Duo insisted.
Heero arched an eyebrow and looked hard at Duo. "No," he said. He was acting just a bit too smug to Duo's liking.
"Ahh, I get it. Let me guess, you're going to grab me by the throat and shove me against the lockers and try to force me to talk," Duo sarcastically butted in, "well it won't work, not this time."
"I wasn't going to do that," Heero said softly, "I only want to help."
"Then let me leave, Heero. I keep telling you there is nothing wrong," Duo was trying his damnedest not to buckle under.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that," Heero challenged. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning forward slightly.
"Why don't you put some clothes on first?"
"Because if I do, you'll sneak out of here while I'm dressing and you're not leaving until you talk."
Duo couldn't believe it, what was wrong with Heero? He was daring him to lie. So far he hadn't really lied, he just wasn't telling him everything. Why couldn't he leave things alone?
Heero began closing in on him, backing him into the lockers, "kiss me Duo," he whispered.
"Stop it," Duo moaned as Heero began nuzzling his neck, "I can't. I have to go."
"Come on, you know you want to," Heero moved from Duo's neck to his ear, licking and nibbling it while Duo bit his tongue to keep from groaning. Heero began to edge his way towards Duo's lips.
"Dammit, Heero," he squeaked, "you're not playing fair."
"I know," Heero smiled as he hovered in front of Duo, lightly pressing his lips to nose and cheeks.
"Where did you learn this?" Duo asked in a weak attempt to stall.
"Last night, from you," Heero whispered.
"Oh hell . . .uh mm," Duo's words were muffled as Heero claimed his mouth.
Duo felt his willpower drain the moment Heero's tongue slid between his lips. Duo's arms wrapped around Heero. Fingers began twining and twisting through Heero's hair as Duo pulled himself tighter against him with one arm, the other was propped against the lockers for balance. He groaned as his hips began rubbing against Heero's still naked form. Duo's mind was yelling 'stop' while his body answered 'no way'.
The sound of a door opening broke the hold Heero's kiss had over him. Gathering up what was left of his willpower, Duo pulled himself out of Heero's arms.
"I have to go," Duo said, "please Heero get out of my way."
Duo didn't wait for a response, instead he grabbed his backpack and shoved his way past, trotting towards the door. Heero started to follow but stopped, he forgot he had nothing on and snatched up a towel to wrap around himself. He cursed under his breath, the towel was too small. It wouldn't even wrap around one hip.
"Duo, don't leave," he said. Damn, he hated feeling helpless.
Duo stopped, taking one last look, "I'm sorry," he said, "goodbye," and he walked out the door.
As soon as Duo walked outside, Heero began fumbling his locker trying to force it open but it would not budge. He jiggled, he pulled, he pounded it with his fist but it would not open and his clothes were inside. It was locked but he never locked it, no one on the team did, they trusted each other.
He fumbled with the dial trying to remember the combination, but he couldn't. He gave it a hard punch. The door bent but it still would not open. Frustrated, Heero sat on the bench. It had to have been Duo, to keep him from following. But why?
Duo ran all the way home. He didn't dare take even a moment to rest, he might change his mind if he did. He stopped when he reached his front door and bent over, putting his hands on his knees as he took in long ragged draughts of air into his lungs.
Duo's breathing became more even, more shallow as his body calmed down from its screams for oxygen. He stood up and walked into the house and headed straight to the liquor cabinet. He picked up a bottle and removed the cap. He didn't care what it was as long as it was at least 80 proof. He took a couple of mouthfuls of the burning liquid, swallowing them fast so he wouldn't throw up. He then drank a couple more, just for good measure, before he replaced the cap and sat the bottle back down.
He went into the kitchen. Zechs was preparing dinner. Already Duo could feel the effects of the alcohol making him feel lightheaded and fuzzy. He walked over to the stove. Zechs heard the click of the knobs as Duo turned off the burners.
"You're late," Zechs said as he stood at the sink washing and cutting vegetables.
Duo began taking off his shirt and tried to look seductive, which was wasted since Zechs had his back turned, "wha cha doin' Zechs-y?"
"I'm cooking, now turn the stove back on so I can finish," he answered.
"Hmm, you're cookin' and I'm the one that's hot," Duo giggled. He didn't know what that stuff was he drank but it sure made him feel good.
He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them. The run home had killed the erection he had earlier so he stroked himself back to life as he approached the taller man. Zechs heard the clink of pocket change when Duo's pants hit the floor. He looked over his shoulder then turned around as he dropped the knife in the sink. Duo was wearing nothing but his smile and a very aroused cock.
"Are you hungry Zechs-y? Sexy Zechs-y?" Duo grinned at his rhyme as he wrapped his arms around the blond man's neck and began teasing his mouth with his lips and tongue, "then eat me."
Heero slammed the last locker shut, grumbling and cursing as he did so. The only piece of clothing he found was a sweatshirt, hopefully it would be long enough. He slipped it on and it barely covered him. It was going to have to do.
He started to walk out the door but paused. Something, besides his pants, was missing. Keys! His keys were in his locker. He sat down on the bench, elbows resting on legs and head cradled in hands, not yet ready to admit defeat. He did not want to spend the night in the field house, but he couldn't walk home either. Not with nothing on but a sweatshirt.
He couldn't call Wufei, he was having dinner with a few of the other teachers. Heero looked at the towels, granted one wasn't enough to cover even one leg. But if he tied a few of them together they would provide some cover. He picked up a few from the stack and began knotting the ends together.
He had three together and stood while he wrapped them around himself. The two free ends didn't quite meet, so he picked up a fourth and began tying it to the others. He knotted the ends together around his waist. The towels fell just below the bottom of the sweatshirt. He loosened them up and lowered them to his hips and retied. It gave him enough cover to get to his car. Maybe he'd get lucky and he could hotwire it.
Duo parted his lips in an invitation. Their eyes met as Zechs leaned forward, ready to taste what Duo was offering. His lips were closing in then he hesitated, taking a whiff of Duo's breath, "have you been drinking?"
"Just a couple of sips to relax," Duo grinned, "as you can see, I'm very relaxed," he put his lips to Zechs's ear and whispered, "I'm also very horny, so let's go do something about it."
Duo tugged on Zechs's arm, "your place or mine?" he joked, but Zechs didn't move.
Duo pulled on him again, but Zechs still wouldn't move
"You said you wanted me to be willing. Well here I am and right now I'm willing," Duo's tone was suddenly serious, and sober, "I might not be later."
He wrapped himself around Zechs, mashing their lips together with a bruising force as he flicked his tongue through half opened lips and past scraping teeth. If Zechs was having second thoughts, he didn't any more.
Heero began brushing the glass out of his car using the towels he'd wrapped around his hand in when he broke the passenger side window. He scanned the area making sure no one was around, then leaned into the car, stretching to the driver's side to unlock that door as well.
He would have slid across the seat but the chance of a missed shard of glass getting lodged in a tender spot did not sit well with him. He covered the driver's side with the towels he had draped across his shoulder and took his place behind the steering wheel. His hands began searching underneath the dash for the object he had placed there when he'd first bought the car. His fingers touched the little magnetic box and he pulled it loose. It was his spare ignition key. He had almost forgotten it was there. Too bad he'd never had the foresight to do the same with a house key.
Just as he pulled into the street, the dent in his locker popped out and the door swung open.
Duo lay across the black cover on Zechs's bed. It was thick and the velvet felt soft against his skin. He watched Zechs as he undressed. A hundred reasons went through his mind why he shouldn't be doing this only to be answered by a hundred justifications why he should.
Zechs stretched across the bed, next to Duo and propped himself up on one elbow.
"It's not too late to change your mind," he offered. Duo's answer was his hand wrapping around Zechs's arousal as he leaned in for another kiss. The justifications won.
Heero pulled into his driveway. All the doors and windows in the house were locked, except the one to his bedroom, on the second floor. He began to climb the tree that stood in front of his window and hoped the branches would be strong enough to hold him. The last time he'd climbed it, he'd broken an arm when he fell after a branch had snapped.
His mother had forbid him to ever climb that tree again. He never had, until now.
The climb was not easy. That bark felt really rough when you weren't wearing pants. He breathed a sigh of relief as he became level with his window. He picked the strongest looking branch and eased his way outward.
Zechs began trailing his tongue down the center of Duo's chest while his hands explored and memorized the feel of muscle under smooth skin, the planes and angles of his waist and hips, the roughness of the nubs on his nipples.
Duo tried not to like it, but Zechs's touch was soft and tender, almost worshipful. And Duo began to respond. He combed his fingers through Zechs's hair, it was fine and silky and amazingly soft to the touch. He stroked Zechs's back as Zechs raised up on his arms, Duo could feel the ripple of muscles as Zechs slipped away from his hands as he lowered himself downward, taking Duo into his mouth.
Wufei pulled into his driveway, got out of his car and walked across the street. He knocked on Heero's door.
"I'm up here," Heero said.
Startled by where the voice came from, Wufei jerked his head upward and spotted Heero straddled across a large branch.
"I'd ask you why you're up there, but I already know," Wufei grinned, "I think you forgot these."
Wufei held up Heero's keys and his pants, "I'm not sure I want to know why these were left in your locker."
"I'll be right there," grabbing the branch with both arms, Heero swung himself downward and dropped to the ground, bending his knees as his feet made contact with the grass, to absorb the impact.
"I couldn't get to them," he said, "uh, it got locked by accident and I don't remember the combination."
"Really? I found your locker door wide open," Wufei arched an eyebrow as he got a good look at Heero's outfit, "I guess that explains you wearing Roger's sweatshirt and the school's towels."
"Open? Uh yeah," Heero said, "can I have my keys?"
Duo almost bent backwards as he arched up off the bed, plunging himself further into Zechs's mouth. He moaned loud and low as Zechs pushed him back down on the bed with one hand. The other had a firm grip around the base of Duo's cock, while his lips and tongue caressed its length.
Duo's hands searched for something to grab on to. Fingers buried themselves in Zechs's hair, gently pressing his head downward as their pads began to massage and knead. Duo began to rock and pump with each stroke of mouth and tongue and it wasn't long before he climaxed.
"I don't know what to tell you, Heero," Wufei said. Heero had told him about Duo's behavior, leaving out certain details. "You have to realize his world has been turned upside down these last few months, and every time he turns around, he has a new adjustment to make. Give him a break."
"That's not the problem, Coach," Heero sighed. He decided there was no way around it, he needed to tell Wufei what was going on between him and Duo. It was the only way to make him understand just how odd Duo's behavior toward him had been.
End of Part 9
TBC - Including the 6x2 lemon - no, they're not done yet!
KwyckSylver
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