Title: Unbreakable
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the song Jezebel. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 2X1....yes you read that right....2X1
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Yaoi/Slash, some BDSM, mean to Relena...and I wrote it. Can't deal? Don't read.
Archive: Ckos, WWOMB, and GW Addiction...if they want it. All other please ask.
Summary: Relena does her best to seduce Heero, but Duo has a special hold on him.
Dedication: For Steelsong who has been waiting far too long for me to finally write a 2X1. Hope you like it!

Unbreakable by Phoenix

 I give him love the best I can

Duo watches Heero leave for another day of work and sighs. There are days the Japanese man hasn't seemed to change at all. Hard, controlled, unemotional, so focused on the mission nothing else exists. Still, Duo is not about to walk away. He'll stick by his lover no matter what. Especially since Heero does change when he's alone with Duo. Whistling, the L2 native goes off to do some shopping.

But you don't seem to understand

At the market a TV is showing the latest press conference of Relena Peacecraft. Once again Duo can see she has managed to get Heero assigned as her bodyguard. A low growl rumbles in his chest as she finishes and begins to walk away but trips, falling right into her handsome bodyguard's arms.

Trying not to lose his temper at the continued attempts to attract the uninterested man, Duo remembers a conversation with her about two months before. Relena was convinced their relationship was only based on sex. "A shallow, physical, debauched existence" she called it.

He laughed in her face. While he and Heero did make out like rabbits most of the time, they shared more than that. Quiet evenings of talking about the future. Conversations about the horrors of the past when nightmares haunted their dreams. Discovering all the joys and pitfalls of really loving someone and letting them into the deepest part of your soul.  Heero loved him. Truly and deeply. And Duo? Duo loved him just as much right back.

And he does not belong to you

But the girl just could not let go. Not that the former pilot of Shinigami could blame her. Heero Yuy was her first love. It took time to get over such a rejection. However, constantly trying to claim his heart didn't sit well with Duo. Heero was Duo's. Mind. Body. Soul. Freely given. And nothing Relena could do would ever change that fact.

He was going to have to get brutal if she kept this up. There was only so much Duo was willing to put up with; after that point, it was War.

  I will fight for love until the death

And Shinigami did not lose. If Relena continued to push, Duo would push back. Hard. The consequences for making him mad frightened even Heero. Not that he was planning on making his beloved suffer for this. No, Heero had been very good lately. No need for him to know or worry.

Duo left the store smiling like a madman. More than a few people got out of his way quickly. A couple crossed the street as he headed for a special business only a few blocks away. Little Miss might as well quit now. After tonight, Heero wouldn't even know she was alive.

He'll be back here in my arms

When Heero came home that night, the apartment was dark except for the bedroom. Swallowing hard, the young man made his way there; knowing it is what Duo wants. In the bedroom hundreds of candles burn and Duo lay back on the bed, naked, skin reflecting the dancing light. The vision motions for Heero to join him. Meekly, Heero does.

Slowly, Duo undresses his lover enjoying the way his soft skin goose bumps. Poor Heero must think he's going to be punished for catching Relena when she "fell." Low, deep laughter fills the room. The woman always forgets how quick the object of her affections is to brush her off. Or how he ignores her unless she's in danger. Maybe this fact needs to be brought home.

He is not yours yet

Heero is panting by the time Duo has gotten the last bit of clothing off. Desire and some fear fill his cobalt eyes.

"Duo, please," he starts to beg.

"Shhh," the American soothed. "I'm not mad at you."

Heero cocks his head to the side.

"I'm not going to punish you for being nice or for doing your job." Heero relaxed for a second. "But I am going to make sure she understands just who you belong to." Heero whimpered. A sound equal parts fear, desire, and hunger.

Sounds drift out of the bedroom. Soft sighs. An occasional whimper. Plenty of panting. Some quiet metallic clinking. Eventually, Heero's desperate pleas to Duo drown out all other sounds as the American's plan takes affect.

 Gonna throw on this cotton dress

The next morning, Duo is awoken by the sounds of the phone. His lover twitches a couple of times but does not awaken, drawing a satisfied smile from the man who so exhausted him. On the phone a Preventer operative claims Heero has to come in on his day off as Relena Peacecraft has scheduled an unexpected trip to the more rundown parts of the city to help the poor and homeless. Not the least bit deterred by the man's demanding tone, Duo notifies the bureaucrat Heero will be taking all three days off. He needs them. The man hangs up leaving the longhaired beauty to go prepare. Relena won't be taking no for an answer.

A shower erases all traces of last night's activities. As much fun as it might be to meet the former Queen of the World reeking of sex, it would only embarrass Heero and give the things she said about Duo more weight. A small splash of good cologne finishes the presentation.

Walk barefoot down that mountainside

The doorman buzzes to let him know a limo is waiting downstairs for Preventer Heero Yuy. Fury blazes up in Duo's eyes at the nerve. She just shows up and expects him to come. Well time for her to learn better. Wearing just some low slung, tight-fitting jeans and going to meet her might just be the thing.

Outside the sky is cloudy and a cold breeze rustles through loose, butt length chestnut strands; an added benefit is the way it makes his nipples rise and harden. One look at him causes most of her present bodyguards to gape. Relena finds herself stunned into immobility by the sheer presence Duo emits.

'Cause I do not forgive and I do not forget

Though it isn't easy to keep a smile on his face when a sneer wants to come out so bad, Duo manages. He looks for all the world like an innocent, disheveled roommate helping out a friend by delivering a message. Playing the part makes his rival look very bad. Especially when he plays up how Heero was so exhausted he didn't even wake up when the phone went off right next to his ear.

Duo spares a look at the young woman to find her furiously glaring at him. All her normal supporters are talking with him and offering sympathy and understanding. The former pilot has turned everything she worked for right back around in only a few seconds.

However, just as Duo begins to gloat inwardly, a hand falls on his shoulder and he finds Heero, dressed and ready, standing behind him.

Jezebel, save your charms

Relena immediately rushes to him and clutches his arm possessively; a simpering complaint about Duo's claim of exhaustion fills the air. Everyone around her rolls their eyes. It would be plain to a blind person how tired the Japanese man is. Instead of paying much attention to her, the young man takes both her hands and gives them to the nearest bodyguard ordering the woman to put her charge back in the limo and keep her there. Or else.

He'll be back here in my arms

As it takes all the guards to keep Relena in the car, Heero and Duo are left alone.

"You know she'll only make things worse for you if you try to get in her way," Heero whispers softly.

"Like I care?" Is the snorted response.

"I care." Heero moves closer, wrapping Duo in a hug. "If she ever really hurt you...."

The threat goes unspoken. It is interrupted by Duo claiming Heero's mouth in a passionate kiss. More than one of the bodyguards blushes.

Heero breaks the kiss and heads for the limo. With a last, longing look backward, the former rebel steps into the car.

Growling like a bear, Duo watches the fancy vehicle pull away. Just before it turns the corner a small blonde head pops out the window. For a split second the America can see a one time Queen sticking her tongue out at him. Deep fire burns in violet depths. It seems as if two people have forgotten who belongs to whom.

He is not yours yet

There was no way he was going to lose to some spoiled rich kid. Too many times in his life the rich had taken things from him. Not this time.

This round went to Relena. Tonight and the rest of their lives was another matter. If there was one thing Duo Maxwell was it was possessive.

Standing out in the pourin' rain

That night the Queen kept he party out very late. Duo went downstairs to meet Heero's Limo. Despite the heavy rainfall, he isn't wearing a jacket. Just tight black jeans and a white tank top. The water plasters both to his lithe frame.

Callin' out my lover's name

Seeing Relena hanging all over the former pilot causes Duo to frown. He can hear her simpering about how brave and heroic Heero was all day. Unable to stand much more, the longhaired man calls out to his lover.

As if a switch has been thrown, Heero acts like Relena is no longer there; the entire focus of his being is the American standing wet and beautiful in the downpour. Stalking forward, Heero takes off his jacket and throws if around Duo's shoulders.

"Afraid I might get a cold?" Duo purrs at him.

"No. I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I do." The other man said simply.

Duo shivered with desire.

Send my baby home

Ignoring Relena's call for Heero to come back and say goodnight, the pair make their way up to the apartment.

The apartment is like the night before; this time though the sheets are black. Heero's knees give out and Duo is forced to help him into the room.

"Duo, please," he moans.

"It's going to be OK."

Jezebel, save your charms

The phone begins ringing again. This time the answering machine picks it up. Relena's voice fills the apartment. She has decided to go out to eat and wants Heero to help guard her. When no one picks up her voice gets a bit shrill.

He'll be back here in my arms

In the bedroom, Duo has Heero pinned to the bed and naked. His mouth moves over every inch of skin as his lover tries to vocalize his appreciation. The violet-eyed young man pulls the panting youth into an embrace with one arm and uses his other hand to pull back the covers. Underneath the sheets is an elaborate set of restraints and toys. Heero's gasped "Please" drowns out the complaints from the answering machine.

Oh how quickly you forget

Quickly Heero is bound to the bed and left helpless.

"Who do you belong to, Heero?" Duo asks him conversationally.

"You." The soft submissive voice is unlike anything Heero has ever used before.

"You sure?" Leaning over his prone victim gives Duo a rush. That Heero would trust him enough, love him enough to belong to him is overwhelming sometimes.

Relena actually goes inside the apartment building with her guards to knock on Heero's door. But no one answers. Her voice reaches the bedroom yet Heero doesn't care. His entire universe is the man above him. The one he's given everything he has and still feels unworthy of.

He is not yours not yet

Duo hears the noise and notices how his lover pays no attention to the woman causing it. The jealousy and worry in his heart fade. All that remains is to make sure Heero really will stay asleep tomorrow. And it will be a joy doing so.

Long into the night pleas and the sounds of a creaking mattress echo in the apartment. Towards dawn a hoarse voice reaches its peak.

"Oh God, Duo, Master, PLEASE!"

"Please, Heero?"

A sob answers.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You. Only you."

"Who gets to touch you like this?"

"Only you, Master. You. Only you." The tone is desperate, hungry in a way a starving man might sound if presented a feast and denied it.

"For how long, my Heero?"

"Forever. Forever."

"Forever." Duo agreed. A cry of completion shook the walls. Two voices lifted in acknowledgment of a bond so deep it could not be broken, of finding home after searching for an eternity, and a promise not even time could break.

"Forever!"

And so it was.

Phoenix

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