4-Sep-2001
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Title: Even part 8
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment
only.
Warnings: Yaoi Sex, mention of NCS, violence, I wrote it.
Rating: NC-17
Archive: GW Addiction, CkoS, all others just ask
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: HeeroXDuo
Summary: Duo has his revenge on Heero and learns a few new things.
So now I had everything I needed. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Heero was unconscious; the storage locker I rented was just the way I'd arranged it; the Maguanacs were going to see to it that Relena had yet another eye opening experience. What more could I possibly want? How about assurances that what I was about to do wouldn't destroy Heero and me forever?
Stupid, I know. Yet of all the revenges I had taken, this one terrified me the most. Not that I feared Heero would come after me later; if I wanted to hide from him, there was nothing he could do to find me. These last few months proved it. My fear was based in not knowing if Heero's emotions were awakened enough for my revenge to do any good. And not being sure I could go through with the plan.
A sudden groan from Heero sent chills up my spine. Soon the drug would be out of his system and I'd be dead if he wasn't properly restrained. Fortunately we were already at the locker. It only took a couple of minutes to get my former partner inside.
The whole locker was dark except for a small circle of light provided by a single overhead bulb. The only furniture consisted of a queen-sized, four-poster bed made of Gundanium. Each corner held lined manacles. I wasn't going to rape Heero, but I did need him to be still long enough to listen and maybe a few other things.
I quickly placed my unconscious betrayer on the bed and stripped him. His eyes were fluttering by the time the last restraint clicked shut. There was barely enough time for me to slip into the shadows before he snapped awake. That's my partner. One second he's asleep, the next awake. Fully.
I watched as he carefully tried to see what the darkness held while taking note of his situation. Talk about multi-tasking! I always admired how fast Heero could adjust to anything. Nothing kept him down for long. Seconds after opening his eyes, each arm tensed; a sign that an attempt for freedom was about to take place. I couldn't allow such a thing. Not yet anyway.
"Calm down, Heero," I told him. My voice stopped his efforts. "I just want to talk. You can do that for me, can't you? After all, you owe me."
The pained expression I saw back in the park appeared on his face again only to vanish almost before I saw it. Something was eating at Heero. Something that went so deep he couldn't ignore it as he did most suffering.
"I did not know you were being," he paused. Searching for a word. "Hurt." He finished at last.
"Hurt?" I scoffed. "Hurt? You make is sound like a physical wound. Not a scar on my soul!"
My anger was only partially faked. If this was going to work, I needed Heero feeling, emotions uncovered. At the same time, I wanted answers. Had Heero known what was going on in that room? Did he listen? Was he truly dead enough inside to let me be raped?
When nothing further came from my captive, I upped the ante.
"Come on, Heero. Did my screams make you laugh? Did you and Relena enjoy the show? Did it turn you on?" Cruel, I admit. Sometimes, though, it takes viciousness to get past people's barriers.
Cobalt eyes stared in shock. "You can't believe that." Came the whispered denial. "I never would hurt you or allow you to be hurt."
"Then why?" I hissed. The manacles were completely forgotten by Wing's former pilot. His gaze just locked with the part of the room he was certain I was in, barriers falling with each word. For my part, I was having hard time breathing. Every second brought a new memory of a time he'd protected me. Even during the Eve Wars. Leaving me with Trowa instead of letting me come along and risk my life.
"Why?" Heero was genuinely confused by my question and the silence after it.
"Why didn't you help me?" The words were torn from my soul. At the heart of all my pain, at the center of the scar on my soul, was the knowledge that the man I loved, truly loved, had listened and watched as I was violated again and again.
"Why?" I said quietly, glad he couldn't see the tears marking my cheeks.
"I did not know." The harshness of his voice told me it was the truth. "Relena would not allow me to listen or monitor the video feed. She said others could take care of the job. I trusted her."
And there was the heart of the matter. Trust. I trusted my friends, he trusted Little Miss Queen. In the end, both of us had been betrayed. So terribly betrayed. Yet, in truth, he'd left me at risk. The part of him that just followed orders still had too much control. It was that part I was out to destroy.
"Are you, are you going to hurt me too?" His soft voice reached my ears.
Fuck. Did he really think me capable of...of....that?! But then, he was tied down, on a bed. Helpless before me. Maybe he thought it was nothing more than he deserved.
"Never, Heero, never. I'd never put anyone through that." I saw the statements sink in. Waited for it to happen.
"Then why?" He jerked his arms showing me what he meant.
"That is to make you listen. The manacles on your arms and left leg are just normal steel. Something I know you can break in an instant. The one on your right leg is Gundanium. The key to it is on the wall. Within easy reach, but hidden by the dark. If you decided not to listen, there'd be enough time for me to escape."
"You always were very clever, Duo." Admiration laced his words. Actual admiration! "So what happens now? Do you believe me?"
"Yes, surprisingly I do." What? I know the truth when I hear it. "As for what happens now, it's entirely up to you."
Then I stepped out of the shadows. It was very hard to not laugh at Heero's expression. See, I wasn't wearing any clothes. Now if I could just get a reaction. Slowly, I ran a hand through my shortened hair and down along my throat.
Heero's eyes got even rounder, his mouth hung open, and a certain piece of flesh reflected his feelings by rising. Yep, a reaction. Perfect. I'd wanted to do this for a while.
"Like this?" I purred. No matter my feelings for Wind, Heero was my first real love. Knowing that he hadn't let me be raped, but rather trusted the wrong person, following orders instead of watching his friend's back, was strangely comforting.
"Duo," he growled. I could see the muscles on his arms flexing and knew what he was planning.
"If you break those chains, Heero, I'll disappear and you will never find me." I promised.
He immediately relaxed. Good. He wanted to stay. There was no way this was going to be rape. If he couldn't handle it, I was gone.
"Ready for the next step?" I sauntered toward the bed, swaying my hips. It worked better with long hair, but mine was years from coming back; if ever.
Cold blue raked over my body heating me up. Though Heero tried to mask his emotions, his flesh betrayed him. I aroused him! And GOD but knowing that was a turn on. By the time I reached the edge of the bed, his breath came in small pants.
I slowly reached out a hand toward his thigh, giving him plenty of time to flinch away if he wanted. He didn't. Instead, as my hand made contact with his skin, he began to tremble. Oh, nothing big. The shaking was so slight I couldn't see it with my eyes. Yet I felt it. Was he afraid?
"Do you want this?" I asked softly, running fingers along silky flesh. When no answer came, I removed my hand, terrified I had misjudged everything.
This time the sound Heero made was a cross between a whimper and a groan. He followed my hand, obviously enjoying the touch. I paused and saw the growing need in his deep eyes. All I had to do was feed that need. The worst thing for my friend was losing control. At the same time, if I did this right, Heero would be free. The mission: nothing more than an assignment. Not the most important part of his life. So the battle began. Me against Heero's training.
"Do you want me to continue touching you?"
He just starred at me. Not going to make this easy was he? I could handle that. Slowly I ran fingers along his thighs. Barely touching the flesh and moving upward. His eyes widened as I bypassed the erection he was sporting and instead brushed through his pubic hair and along twitching abs. The shivering started to be noticeable as was his lip clenched between his teeth.
'Fight all you want, love,' I thought silently. 'This is one battle you are going to lose.'
Bending, I licked at a nipple. Heero arched into the touch before he could stop himself. My hands caught up with my mouth and I used one to gently pinch the hard rosebud while the other finally wrapped around my lover's needy flesh. It only took a few moments to get Solider Boy gasping.
J prepared him for pain, not pleasure. Heero had no idea how to deal with the sensations I caused, so he fell back on his training, fight it. Refuse anything not understood. Deny it exists. Escape. Only, I had trapped him. Nothing that old bastard pounded into the Japanese pilot taught him how to suppress what I was doing.
Soon, the Perfect Soldier had his eyes tightly closed; moans drifted from his lips, interspaced with panting. Did I mention how gorgeous he looked like that? No? Well he does. Sweat covering naked, shining flesh. Wild hair final tamed and damp. Muscles so tight they sang with the tension. When his eyes opened, desire, helplessness, confusion, need, and endless frustration burned into my soul. God I wanted to make love to him, but that wasn't part of the plan.
Having all my loves' attention, I turned to the next part. Kissing my way down his chest, I approached the evidence of Heero's feelings. Slowly I licked the underside of his erection drawing a shudder.
"Duo," he moaned.
"Look at me," I told him. When I had his rapt attention, I pulled a tube of lube from under the mattress. Slicking my index finger, I pushed it inside me. Poor Heero. His eyes went wonderfully wide as he finally realized how things were going to be.
I went back to laving my lover while eventually adding a second and third digit. Cobalt eyes glazed but never stopped watching the performance. A performance I drew out deliberately. Damn, I was ready for Heero after only three minutes. Yet, for me to break all those barriers would take time. Which didn't make things any easier for me. Do you have any idea what it is like to have the very thing you have dreamed about within reach and have to wait? It's Hell!
It took twenty minutes of watching me finger-fuck myself and constant use of my tongue before Mr. Perfect broke down. Sweat covered every inch of him, spicing up the taste of his flesh. God how I wanted to do this forever.
"Duo," he gasped, "Whatever you want. Please just do it."
"You sure, Heero?" When I abandoned his skin, he arched toward me, not liking the sudden lack of touch.
"Damn it, Duo," some of his old spirit was returning. "If you don't do something soon, I'm going to break these chains, pin you to the bed, and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
He was desperate! Perfect. The old Heero would never have said something like that.
Shifting, I positioned myself over my soon-to-be-lover, using a hand to prepare him properly.
"Now, please," came the whimper as I paused.
Who could resist such a plea? Not me.
I wasn't sure if slow or fast was best. I remembered how having those monsters going fast felt like and how it felt when Wind took it slow. Each time I hadn't picked the pace and now I could. So I picked somewhere in between; within seconds I knew I'd made the right choice. In less than a minute, Heero was buried inside me; leaving us both trying to catch our breath.
I think sex feels good as long as each person wants to be there. Nothing, though, could have prepared me for how incredible things were when you're with someone you love. My heart pounded in my chest, tears trailed down my cheeks, and I stared at Heero like I was seeing him for the first time. In his expression, I saw a reflection of my own wonder. Together, for the first time in our lives, we were complete.
Tears lit the edges of his own eyes. Deep within those orbs walls fell, crumbling under the weight of a new emotion. The chains snapped, audibly popping. Before I could move, strong arms wrapped around me. I should have panicked. I should have had a flashback. Instead, I melted into his embrace.
"Do it, Heero," I begged.
After those three little words, time compressed to just me and him. I sat on his lap, trapped in his arms, reveling in the sensation of being claimed. He moved, small thrusts growing deeper and stronger as he found a rhythm and my prostrate.
I remember how shocked he looked the first time his erection nudged that little nub; the speculative look on his face. Yuy always was a man given to careful calculation and from then on, every move made hit the sweet spot. Pretty soon I was the one beyond words. The self-satisfied smirk let me know my lover wasn't disappointed either. Leaning down, he claimed my mouth in the most passionate kiss ever.
I clutched his shoulders, needing support. My muscles were turning to water under the assault of my partner. What would happen if he chose to use his hands? The prospect of losing that much control of the situation was alluring and terrifying. Then Heero increased the pace.
I rocked against him, almost lost in my body's desires. This had been good with Wind, but I loved Heero Yuy. The difference sought to fry my brain. Maybe one day I would love Wind like I did the Japanese Preventer. I wondered briefly what sex would be like with the blond then.
"Duo," Heero started to pant in time with his thrusts. Hearing his voice call for me sent delightful chills along my skin. He sounded so needy. Hope started to grow in my soul. This could work, this had to work.
"More," I said, not having to fake the desire in my tone.
One calloused hand stroked through my shortened hair as the other slipped between us. Rough and yet surprisingly gentle are the only words I can think of to describe his strokes. Soon, Heero stilled and I was the one moving. Driving him deep inside me and my length along his fingers.
Tension filled us. We wanted release, yet were waiting. An element was missing and neither knew what it was. Pleasure roared in our veins, demanding, possessing, in balance. At last, everything shifted. Thanks to my lover shattering the last barrier himself.
"I love you, Duo."
Four simple, one-syllable words. No magic. No real power. And if you believe that, I have a nice bridge in San Francisco to sell you.
Those words echoed throughout my soul. How long had I been waiting to hear them? Dreaming about them? Far too long. I came. All over Heero, crying out my joy. I felt the No Longer Perfect Soldier follow.
We held each other as the aftershocks passed. It had been better than anything I conjured up in my imagination. Loving the one you're with makes all the difference. I was done, however, and now the really hard part.
Pulling away from Heero, I slid off the bed. Eyes still dark with lust traced my moves.
"You broke the chains."
The accusation took a moment to sink in. Tears gathered again in my own eyes. I didn't want to do this. Not after hearing Heero's declaration. Still, it had to be done. I don't lie.
"Please," He held out his hand in a pleading gesture. It broke my heart; the tears flowed.
"I warned you." I backed into the wall, my foot searching for the clothes left there.
"Please," he was whispering now. "I love you."
Oh God but it hurt to hurt him. I wanted to stay; more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Maybe that sounds corny, but it was true. Yet, I couldn't stay. Words are easy to say. Nothing really has to be behind them except air. Heero'd made real progress in being human. But what if he got what his way immediately? What was to make him continue striving to awaken his emotions?
After all that happened, I certainly wasn't up to the job. My own wounds needed time to fully heal before I'd be able to help the man I loved. So, I had to leave. If he meant the words, he would look for me. He'd try, struggle and never give up. That's what love is all about. Not to mention that working to get me back might actually make him appreciate me. What's that old saying about the only things of true value are those you have to work to obtain? I was going to present Heero with a challenge. One he could succeed at if he put some effort into it. If not, well, there was a man on the other side of the world who cared about me and I returned the feeling.
"And I love you, that's why I'm giving you one more chance." I placed my hand on the door, not looking back. I knew if I did, I'd never be able to leave. "Find me in a year, Heero. Hunt me down and I will never leave you again. You have my word."
I was half way out the door when he spoke.
"Duo," He sounded so pissed I had to turn around. Heero Yuy didn't appear angry. No. The expression he wore was of fierce determination. "I'm going to find you, Duo Maxwell. No matter where you hide. And when I find you, I'm going to make sure you believe in my love."
That actually turned me on. God I hoped he could find me. Prayed for it. Yet, it was time to leave. I fled the storage area, almost blind, vision swimming in small salty, liquid signs of grief. I tried to ignore them, blame them on the sting of the wind. Tried.
I'd had my revenge on everyone. So now what did I do? Would Heero find me? Would he even search?
Turing onto the freeway, I dismissed all thoughts. Wind was waiting and he was someone I could love. Someone who knew all about me and still cared. Might not be perfect, but what in life is? Of course, there was still the matter of my name. I knew it now. The whole me. I just hoped Wind would be happy to meet me.
A year has passed since that day. The anniversary is today as a matter of fact. What a year it has been. So much has happened. So many things have changed. One mission set off a chain of events still reverberating through the world and colonies. I don't think anyone involved would ever have predicted all this.
Wind reclaimed the name Millardo Peacecraft. He had Relena examined by Preventer Psychologists. The official explanation was a nervous breakdown due to the stress of ruling. She was sent to a special hospital in Sanc. There, Millardo keeps her locked up. Not so much as justice as a safe guard. She still has quite a lot of charisma and refuses to admit her mistakes. Such a stubborn little bitch. She really believes the people will come for her. Stupid and stubborn. We're even though. Her brother and I found love and are very happy together; a fact that irritates little Miss Queen every second of every day.
Hilde was captured by the Maguanacs eight months ago. The trial was short. Maybe that had something to do with its being held in Sanc. Maybe not. The evidence presented was overwhelming. Poor, poor Hilde. She tried to talk her way out of it. Claimed something about being set up. No one believed her. The jury took only twenty minutes to find her guilty. The Judge sentenced her to twelve years on the Mars Colony. Hard labor. It almost makes us even. But, add the humiliation and wrecked reputation and we are even now.
Quatre is just about whole again. He and Trowa spend every weekend in a beautiful park. More than once they've been caught getting "friendly." The Doctors say Mr. Winner has made remarkable progress. He'll be home in about two months. Whole. Sane. Quatre again. Millardo and I have received an invitation to a wedding six months later. Mr. Triton Bloom will be marrying. I'm so glad Trowa found out who he really is and the pair of them are finally able to be together. Now if only I can find an appropriate gift. I wonder if I'll be able to find a hot pink dildo and blueberry lube? The blush I get from them both will make us even.
Une is working for a fast food restaurant. As a cashier. After the scandal at Preventer Headquarters, no one is willing to trust her. In a few years, everything will be forgotten and she can start her life again. I just hope she learned her lesson. If not, I'm still around and next time the lesson will hurt far worse. Even. For now.
Noin has changed a lot. She now works with Howard, earning a full partnership. Seems like seeing from my eyes opened hers. Hard work can do that to a person. It strips away our arrogance; there's simply no energy left over to maintain such a useless quality. We're not exactly friends, but we share an uneasy respect that grows every time we meet. Someday we may even forgive each other. Yet, she and I agree, we're even.
Wufei and Sally got married last month. They make the perfect "traditional" couple. Not! The pair constantly argues and most people can't figure out why they stay together. Those who know them, however, see the light shining in their eyes when they fight. There's no heat in the words. In fact, for that particular couple, the fights are like foreplay. At last count, they'd made love in fourteen rooms at Preventer Headquarters. Including Une's old office! For making my friend so happy, Sally and I are even.
The Maguanacs come by Sanc every once in a while. They think I don't know about it, but two of them are always near-by. Rashid takes the whole brother idea very seriously. He's going to insure nothing bad happens to me again. With twenty-nine guys backing him up, it seems a certainty. Looks like I have thirty big brothers. Whoever said family is overrated was a fool.
Millardo is now the leader of both Sanc and the Preventers. He is never seen by those who are Preventers. Claims to be terribly scarred. No one asks. Wind once showed up to a meeting wearing a special mask the Maguanacs and I made up. The beautiful blond looked like something out of a nightmare. Everyone agreed that attending further meetings in person was unnecessary. On the personal side, we've been lovers for a while now. And I do mean love. I feel just as strongly for him as I ever did for Heero. It's strange. How is it possible to love two men at once?
As for Heero. Oh Heero. He disappeared after the events in the storage shed. Every now and then, somebody picks up some of the crumbs I left behind. Yet today is the last day he has. Millardo's planned a ball for tomorrow night. He's going to ask me to marry him. I'm going to say yes. Don't think I haven't told him about Heero. I did. First thing. His response? "A threesome should be fun." Only, Heero never came. I think the only thing keeping my heart from breaking beyond repair is the love I share with Millardo.
A knock at the door distracted me from my musings. Turning I found my lover leading someone. It was a man with deep, dark, cobalt eyes. Wild, seldom tamed hair. A body I knew every inch of.
To say I was overwhelmed with joy would be a understatement. He'd made it. Actually gotten here in time. I searched his face for some clues as to how he felt. Relief flooded my system. Desire lit up the blue orbs. A deeper emotion moved under the lust; one I recognized: Love.
"Heero Yuy," Millardo introduced us. "I would like you to meet Shi O. Yume."
About one second after my name fell from my new lover's lips, Heero had mine pressed to his. I moaned as his hands held me against his body. Another form pressed in on me from behind. Warm air moved over my ear as the lithe blond whispered to me.
"Now about that threesome."
And then I was lost to them. Happily, for the rest of our lives.
The End
So? Are you going to let me know how I did?
Phoenix
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