Category: Adventure, DARK Angst, Romance
Pairings: Various.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own em.. wish I did but don't. No money being
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Archive: Please Not until it's finished and only with permission from both
Bonne and I.
NOTES: Alright, as I've stated before this is a DARK Fic. There is discussion of NON-CON (Non-Consensual) acts. Do not read this if this squicks you. On a lighter note, Bonne is the wonderful voice of Heero in this part. I'm responsible for Duo and any grammatical errors. :D
June 2000
Back in the safety of the house, Heero pulled the chestnut-haired pilot into their room, dropping his bag on the floor he pressed Duo hard against the wall. Heero kissed his lover hungrily. His body vibrating with need and a mix of emotions he couldn't think of sorting right now. Duo nearly stumbled as he was yanked, then pressed up against the wall and kissed. Hmm he could do this.. this was very cool. Reaching up Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's trembling body as he kissed his lover right back. Putting all the unspoken 'I've missed you.. I'm glad your safe. How are you?' into the embrace.
Heero let himself sink into the warmth that was Duo. He kissed him over and over, rubbing his body against the braided boy's submerging himself in his lover's feel and scent, until some of the tensions began to ease from his body. He buried his face in Duo's neck, licking and kissing the skin, as his hands moved over Duo's hair, his shoulders, down his sides.
"Duo," he breathed in the violet-eyed boy's ear. "Oh Duo... I need you..."
Duo was a little surprised. Heero was rarely this vocal but he wrapped his arms even more tightly around the other boy, holding him close and returning the fevered kisses against whatever part of Heero's body he could reach.
"Hey.. I'm right here man. It's alright, I've gotcha." Duo whispered, hoping to calm the near frantic Heero.
Heero took several deep breaths, feeling himself settle a little more. This was what had kept him going through the ugliness. Knowing he would be coming back to this. It was wrong... it was dangerous to pin so much of his sanity on another fragile human... but he couldn't have stopped himself.
Squeezing Duo tightly in his arms, Heero got a little grip on himself. "Come on," he said, pulling away from the wall and bringing Duo with him. "I need a shower."
Keeping his arms around his lover, Duo nodded. For once struck speechless. Heero was usually intense, hell the boy defined intensity but he seemed even more wound up and vulnerable than usual. Questions about the mission danced eagerly on Duo's tongue and he had to physically bite the muscle to keep from inundating his lover with the queries, choosing instead to follow him into the shower, kicking out of his boots as he went.
Heero stripped quickly and Duo could see the boy's body was covered with bruises, small scrapes and cuts. Nothing life threatening, but an eloquent testimony to recently endured pain. His wrists and ankles in particular were raw, as if from fighting with some kind of restraints. On his back, more bruises, and there, on the back of an upper thigh, a hint of unmistakable rust.
Blood.
Heero turned on the water. Hot, almost scalding but with a slight touch of cold to make it bearable, then he stepped under the stream.
Duo startled a little at the obvious signs of brutality. Well. That answered a lot of questions in a hurry but at the same time it posed a whole new pack of questions. Feeling his heart clench in his chest, Duo stripped down and stepped under the water wrapping his arms tenderly around Heero and cuddling him close.
Heero leaned back into Duo's embrace, closing his eyes to let the water run over his face. He wondered for a brief moment if Duo would... have a reaction to what Heero had been forced to do. If he would find him... unclean... or less... it was one thing to give one's body willingly but another to submit to being forced.
It was for the mission, Heero chanted silently. He turned in Duo's arms and kissed the boy again.
It was as if Duo seemed to know some of the emotional turmoil going on in Heero's mind. He returned the kiss. Coming from L2 colonies it was a distinct possibility that Duo understood more than many would give him credit for. Wrapping Heero tightly up in his arms Duo held him as if he would never let him go, trying to project all his love, understanding and acceptance into that embrace.
Heero sank into the hold, taking strength from the loving touch and returning the kiss fully. At last he leaned back, breathing deeply. Staring into Duo's eyes, he took the soap from the dish and began mechanically cleaning his skin, ignoring the sting of soap in the raw places.
"It was... not fun," he said.
"It... looks like it was rough." Duo spoke softly as he took up a washcloth and another bar of soap. Putting soap on the cloth he began to help wash those places Heero couldn't reach, his touch gentle and soothing, careful of raw skin
Heero endured the wash stoically, enjoying parts, and ignoring the necessary pain of other parts... until Duo's hands moved between his thighs. Normally this would have brought a quick sexual response but Duo could feel a slight flinch, quickly controlled. It wasn't too hard to guess what had happened.
No, it wasn't and Duo again felt a flash of anger that he'd been kept away from this mission.
"Damn it, I should have been with you guys." He growled out as he softly but purposefully cleaned the torn and bruised tissue, not linger the way he usually would, but getting the job done and then flipping the cloth around to move up along Heero's lower back, rubbing there soothingly.
Heero turned quickly, catching the boy by the now-wet braid and pulling him up for a sudden kiss. He looked into expressive violet eyes. The expression on his face forbidding even the thought.
"No," he said. His tone harsh, even for him. "No you shouldn't, and I'm glad you weren't. Quatre as well."
Duo bristled, though his arms never left their protective hold around Heero's waist.
"Bullshit Heero. Obviously something went very wrong with this mission. If I had been there it would have been one more factor in your favor. Quatre would have made for two. I can't believe Sally insisted we stay here." Duo really was hot under the collar about the whole thing, even more so now that he could see Heero was so hurt.
Heero tightened his hands on Duo's arms
"No," he simply said, trying to erase the mental pictures of Duo having to deal with anything like what went on back there. "No. It's... okay. It's not even... a big deal. I've been trained to handle... stuff."
"Handle stuff?!?! Heero no one can be trained to handle something like that! I hope to hell you killed the guy or I've got a hunt on my hands." Duo growled, though he continued to hold Heero to him with a gentle intensity, not about to let the other boy go.
Heero laughed suddenly, one of those unexpected laughs that emerged from him on rare occasions. "Not... exactly," he said. "But Wu... Wufei," he seemed to have trouble pronouncing the name, "...took care of... the one responsible for it happening."
Duo looked at Heero completely perplexed. He had no idea what the other boy was on about. Figuring that his love was still totally turned around by the events of what happened, Duo decided to drop the subject for the moment. Wrapping his arms even more tightly around Heero, he leaned back against the shower stall, holding the other boy against his chest.
Heero relaxed a little as Duo held him tightly. He leaned his head down and rested his face in Duo's shoulder for a minute.
"Okay," Heero announced after some time passed. "I'm clean... Duo... your hair... your braid is all wet..."
Duo blinked as if he'd almost forgotten the braid. "Hmm? Oh it's alright. It will dry out. Come on, let's get you dry."
Heero straightened and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he gave himself a cursory rub down. He seemed to fixate on the braid. "It needs to be combed out," he said, snagging the end of it. He looked at Duo and then hesitated. His eyes held a sort of tentative request.
Usually Heero played hairdresser to comfort Duo but it seemed as if Heero wanted to brush Duo's hair tonight for his *own* comfort. Duo wasn't about to say no. In fact a bright smile lit his mobile features and lightened his troubled eyes.
"Now that you mention it..." Reaching onto the small vanity he picked up the comb and brush that he used religiously on his hair, holding them out to Heero. "Come on, I'll sit on the floor."
Heero seemed to relax even further and a very slight smile curved his lips. He took the comb and brush and sat on the bed behind Duo. Removing the fastener from the end, he took the wet braid in his hands and carefully loosened the weaving with his fingers. Then he began brushing the hair, starting at the bottom and working his way up slowly in little sections. He felt more of the tension and anger in him... if not go away, then slip into another corner of his mind where he could ignore it for a while. He sighed softly.
Duo's eyes half shut and soon he was purring like a stroked cat. He was lucky that Heero had a slight hair fetish. Having his hair messed with just turned Duo's bones to jelly. The wordless act seemed to reaffirm their bond and calm both boys. It was quite a bit later before Duo felt the need to break the silence.
Scooting back just a little till he fit his body in between Heero's legs, Duo almost shyly murmured. "It's good to have you back."
Heero didn't reply in words but instead leaned forward and kissed the top of Duo's head gently. 'It's only until the next time' Heero thought. But that is the way things had to be. He had reached the top of Duo's head and was now gently brushing through all the long strands.
"It's almost dry," was the answer he gave.
Duo leaned back and wrapped his arm around Heero's leg, laying his head down on the slender but powerful thigh. Though tense, he did quite well at keeping his questions and his anger to himself. Letting it all fall beneath his contentment at having Heero back.
"Mmm, leave it unbraided. I know you like it that way."
Heero leaned forward, lifting a double handful of the thick silk to his face. It seemed he wanted to talk.
"I thought of this," he said quietly. "While... when I didn't want to think about what was..."
Duo stiffened a little, but kept his head against Heero's thigh. His hands coming up to rub soothingly at Heero's ankle. So few people realized how much abuse an ankle could take and how good an ankle rub felt. He knew that Heero, with his penchant for wearing ankle high hiking boots, suffered from sore joints occasionally. He kept his touch very light, aware of the bruises left by the restraints.
"How did it happen Heero? Where were Trowa and Wufei?"
Heero tensed, but Duo could not be sure what it was from. Something he said, or the touch on the abused skin?
"They... were there.." he said. "The... guy had some kind of... cultural thing against Japanese." Heero chose his words carefully.
Duo softened his rubs, making certain to touch to bruises gently. His brows furrowed as he tried to fit together what they knew about the mission with what Heero was telling him. "Wasn't Wufei supposed to play into that or something?"
Heero made a sound, muffled by the soft silk he was still holding against his face. "Ya..." Heero paused.
"He... did."
End Part 2
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