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windandwaterI realized -- after the bit with Quatre and whitetrash!Duo -- that *MY* Duo and Wufei were supposed to be watching the impromptu concert that Quatre, Trowa and Tomoyo held. After much mind-boggling, I dragged Wufei into my Sanctum and asked him. He had tea with the three musicians. When I asked him what happened to Duo, he just shrugged and told me to ask Duo.
I found Duo. I rather wish I hadn't. Heero was with him. Somehow, Duo managed to snap Heero out of uberseme!mode and back to a more stable state of being.
So, if you really want to know where Duo was, and why Heero is no longer running in uberseme!psycho!mode, please, read on.
I've cut this particular entry because of massive yaoi and graphic descriptions.
"Jeeze... I just really want to know where Heero is, Wu!" Duo complained, shoving his hands into his pockets as the they walked through the halls of Castle Anthrax. "I'm really starting to worry!"
Wufei sighed. "Try to control yourself, Duo. That uke!mode of yours is probably just heightening your anxiety."
"Gee, ya think?" Duo scowled, then stuck out his tongue at the Chinese boy.
"Please, Duo... we're in public."
Duo huffed and stopped in the middle of the hallway. Wufei turned around, facing the braided boy. "It's just... I feel like I'm missing something big. I mean, in all the fics we end up doing for the Writer, in the very least I'm Heero's best friend if I'm not shagging him. You'd think that I'd be able to figure out how he thinks by now!"
"Duo..." Wufei sighed. He laid his hands on Duo's shoulders. "Don't blame yourself for Heero's actions. We both know how insane this place gets. If anything, I'm tempted to say that the Writer is keeping Heero in psycho!mode for a reason. Besides, when Heero wants to be found, he'll show up."
The braided boy shuffled, then hugged his companion. "Thanks, Wu. I guess I'm feeling sorta low. This damn mode makes me feel all weepy and shit all the time. I keep thinking Heero's left us for good, but I know that's not right 'cuz he'd never give up our asses for anything."
Wufei chuckled, withdrawing from Duo and starting back down the hallway. "If it makes you feel better, when he DOES show up again, the four of us probably won't be able to walk for a week. He's going to be attached to us more than he is to his damned laptop."
Duo laughed and then froze. "Laptops... computers... hacking..." he muttered. Suddenly, something clicked and he turned around, bolting down the hallway.
"DUO!" Wufei called out.
The braided boy just blew a kiss over his shoulder. "Don't worry 'bout me, Wu! You go have fun with Quatre and Trowa! I think I know where Heero is!"
Then he turned a corner and was gone.
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A bright rectangle of light sliced into the room, bathing the otherwise dimly-lit area in a shimmering illumination. Two weary eyes looked into the brightness, narrowing as they recognized the slim form highlighted by the light from the hallway.
"I thought I'd find you here," Duo remarked, stepping into the room and allowing the steel door to whisper shut behind him.
"Hn." The two eyes returned to their work, skimming across a row of monitors while fingers flew over multiple keyboards.
"Is that all you have to say to me, Hee-chan?" Duo asked, leaning against the workstation.
"He will die," Heero ground out, his voice harsh and raspy after days of disuse.
Duo pouted. "Oh, and hunting down this guy is more important than being with me? Or the other guyz?"
"He will die," Heero repeated, eyes not raising from the glowing screen.
"Why are you so hellbent on spilling this guy's guts anyway?"
The Prussian eyes finally raised, catching Duo in a stare so deep he could feel it through his bones. "Because he has stolen your face."
Violet eyes blinked. "And?"
"And you are mine."
Duo laughed. "I'm yours?" he continued to laugh, not noticing how hands had stilled on the keyboard and eyes were narrowing at his shaking shoulders. "That's rich, Yuy! I don't belong to anybody!"
Heero growled, his hand clenching into a white-knuckled grip. "You... are... mine..."
"Nu-uh, Kamikaze Boy!" Duo leaned in so he was nose to nose with his lover. "No one owns me. I say who comes and goes... especially who comes."
"You are MINE," Heero repeated, not blinking away from Duo's laughing gaze. "That shirt you are wearing is mine. That tie in your braid was given to you by me." Heero leaned in even further, closing his eyes against Duo's shoulder and breathing in the braidied boy's scent. "You even smell like me."
Duo laughed again and pushed Heero away with one hand. "Wrong. What you smell is Wufei. Since you've been gone, he's been taking up the slack. But he's not complaining. Neither am I."
If looks could kill, Duo would have been writhing on the ground, so intense was Heero's stare. The Japanese boy was almost visibly shaking with tension. Duo grinned and drifted closer to Heero again. "What's wrong, Hee-chan? Afraid to face the truth? You ain't the only fish in the sea, and I'm pretty damn good with a hook."
In a burst of motion, Heero grabbed Duo by the shoulders, slamming him into the wall. Duo shuddered with the sudden pain but was able to meet Heero's eyes evenly. "You... are... mine!" Heero said yet again, his voice like husky and thick. "Don't you understand?! I will protect you from this... this... THING! Because you are mine! You. And Trowa. And Quatre. And Wufei. You are all mine!"
Duo licked his lips. "Then why don't you take what's yours?"
Heero did.
With one motion, his head dipped down, catching Duo's in a brutal kiss. One tanned hand reached down, ripping the green tank top from the smaller boy's body. Duo gasped against his lips as he felt his chest suddenly exposed to the air, and Heero buried his face against Duo's neck, sucking and kissing a path to his shoulders. Duo shivered, his hands reaching up to twine into Heero's dark hair, trying to force him farther down.
But Heero would have none of that.
He grabbed Duo's wandering hands, whirled the other boys around and slammed him aginst the wall again -- chest first this time. Duo clawed at the unforgiving plaster of the wall as Heero's lips trailed down his back and his tongue licked a trail down his spine. Hands reached out, pulling the band free from Duo's braid and suddenly, Duo's vision was obscured by a thick wave of chestnut. Heero's buried his hands and face into Duo's hair, his body pressing Duo's against the wall.
"You... are... mine..." Heero rasped out, turning Duo's face so their lips could meet again. Duo whimpered but otherwise said nothing. Growling, Heero spun Duo around again so that he could deepen their kiss. As their tongues tangled against each other, his hands reached for Duo's pants, which were already unbuttoned for him. Not bothering with any formalities, Heero ripped those from Duo's body as well. The loud ripping sound and the feel of tightness and then freedom against his lower half made Duo moan loudly into Heero's mouth. His hands scrabbled against Heero's shirt, trying to pry his lover free from the cloth confines. Heero seemed to agree; without breaking their kiss, the Japanese boy managed to strip himself of his shirt and his pants in seconds.
When their bodies met again, fully unclothed, they both moaned at the sensation. Heero ground himself against Duo, hands rubbing and stroking every part of the chestnut-haired boy's body. The American simply gave himself up to the sensations, allowing Heero to do whatever he wanted.
And what he wanted... was more.
Unsatisfied by the kissing and groping, Heero threw Duo to the floor, covering the slimmer body with his own almost before the breath had time to rush out of his lungs. Heero pinned Duo's body with his own, and then one hands skimmed across Duo's pale belly and between his legs, making the American cry out and arch into his touch. Heero devoured every moan and gasp Duo made, and while he relentlessly fondled Duo with one hand, his other blindly reached for the tatters of Duo's pants, searching for the small tube he knew Duo always carried with him. After finding the small parcel, Heero pulled the cap off with his teeth and squeezed and large amount onto his fingers. Duo watching him through glazed violet eyes and -- making sure he still had Duo's gaze trapped with his own -- pushed one finger into Duo's tight entrance. The smaller boy nearly screamed at the invasion and without even waiting longer, Heero thrust in a second, and then a third finger, stretching Duo quickly. Duo, for his part, sobbed and writhed on the floor, his hips bucking under Heero's ministrations.
Only one conscious thought ran through Heero's mind -- Duo was his, and he wanted to be in him.
Withdrawn his hand, which drew a keening wail from the American, Heero captured Duo's lips in another fiery kiss. He lifted Duo's legs up, throwing them over his shoulders, and positioned himself before Duo's entrance.
"I want to see you when I make you mine," Heero growled.
And he buried himself to the hilt in one long stroke.
This time, Duo did scream.
The American's voice seemed to echo through the room as Heero pounded into him, withdrawing alomst fully before seating himself with deep strokes. Duo clawed against the tile floor, finding no purchase. He lifted his hips, digging his heels into Heero's back, trying to drive him in deeper. Heero shifted and suddenly, every stroke rubbed against that place inside him and Duo was screaming and crying out endlessly. Heero bit his lip, keeping the pace going deep and fast. He was drowning in the feeling of being buried in Duo's tight heat. Every stroke made him want to die -- right there -- and he would be in Heaven. Heero continued his assault, hands alternately pinning Duo's shoulders to the floor and rubbing them across Duo's thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Heero could feel the peak reaching him. He pushed himself faster, swallowing Duo's cries as he shoved his tongue into Duo's mouth, tangling with it again. Duo thought he was going to die. The edges of his vision were flickering and dark and all his whole world had dissolved into Heero thrusting into him, and Heero's tongue in his mouth. Then, he felt one rough hand touch his cock, pumping it in time with the thrusts and it was too much. Duo screamed into Heero's mouth, his seed coating his chest and belly, his body spasming in orgasm. Heero screamed too, one final thrust sending him spilling over the edge of oblivion as he released himself into Duo's tight heat.
The two boys collapsed onto the floor of the computer room, and all that could be heard was the rough sounds of breathing.
Heero pulled himself out of his unconsciousness when he heard the strangest sound. It was almost like mewling, or whimpering. And the body beneath his was trembling. Snapping awake, Heero raised himself onto his elbows and looked down. Duo's body was pinned beneath his, and though his head was turned to the side, Heero could see the slim shoulders quake and heard the soft sounds of crying. Panic slammed through Heero's mind.
"Oh God..." Heero whispered, pulling out of Duo and causing the boy to whimper more. "Oh God..."
He reached for Duo's cheek, tilting his head so he could look his lover in the face. Duo's eyes were squeezed shut, but thin streams of tears glistened across his lashes and down his cheeks.
"Oh God... Duo..." Heero said, his voice rough with self-loathing. "I... I hurt you... oh my God... I didn't... I didn't mean... I made you cry... oh my God..."
Heero would have bolted fromt he room right then and there, but Duo's violet eyes finally opened and froze him with their look. One pale hand reached up, stroking Heero's cheek.
"Baka..." Duo whispered, his voice raspy from his screaming.
"I'm sorry, Duo," Heero whispered. "I didn't think... I hurt you..."
"No," Duo answered. "You didn't hurt me. It was a bit rough, and I might walk funny for a while, but you didn't hurt me."
Heero's face crumpled into confusion. His hands gently wiped away the tears from Duo's face and his countenance softened as the American boy nuzzled his palm. "Then why are you crying?"
"I'm crying because I'm happy," Duo said. At Heero's confused look, he let out a small smile. "Damn uke!mode. Makes me all weepy and shit. I'm happy. Are you better now? No longer homicidal?"
Heero frowned. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine." Then it hit him and Heero scowled. "Baka! You did this just to snap me out of my psycho!mode?! That was a stupid and reckless thing to do! I could have hurt you! I could have KILLED you! I--"
Duo placed a slim hand over Heero's mouth to stop his words. "Yes, you could have. But I trust you. I know that you really wouldn't have hurt me. The Mode won't allow you to. Besides, sex always snaps you out of your killing fits anyway."
Heero shuddered and lay back down on top of Duo, wrapping his arms around the other boy. He buried his face in Duo's long chestnut hair. "Baka. Ahou ga. You insane madman."
Duo chuckled and wrapped his arms around Heero as well.
"I love you, too."
I found Duo. I rather wish I hadn't. Heero was with him. Somehow, Duo managed to snap Heero out of uberseme!mode and back to a more stable state of being.
So, if you really want to know where Duo was, and why Heero is no longer running in uberseme!psycho!mode, please, read on.
I've cut this particular entry because of massive yaoi and graphic descriptions.
"Jeeze... I just really want to know where Heero is, Wu!" Duo complained, shoving his hands into his pockets as the they walked through the halls of Castle Anthrax. "I'm really starting to worry!"
Wufei sighed. "Try to control yourself, Duo. That uke!mode of yours is probably just heightening your anxiety."
"Gee, ya think?" Duo scowled, then stuck out his tongue at the Chinese boy.
"Please, Duo... we're in public."
Duo huffed and stopped in the middle of the hallway. Wufei turned around, facing the braided boy. "It's just... I feel like I'm missing something big. I mean, in all the fics we end up doing for the Writer, in the very least I'm Heero's best friend if I'm not shagging him. You'd think that I'd be able to figure out how he thinks by now!"
"Duo..." Wufei sighed. He laid his hands on Duo's shoulders. "Don't blame yourself for Heero's actions. We both know how insane this place gets. If anything, I'm tempted to say that the Writer is keeping Heero in psycho!mode for a reason. Besides, when Heero wants to be found, he'll show up."
The braided boy shuffled, then hugged his companion. "Thanks, Wu. I guess I'm feeling sorta low. This damn mode makes me feel all weepy and shit all the time. I keep thinking Heero's left us for good, but I know that's not right 'cuz he'd never give up our asses for anything."
Wufei chuckled, withdrawing from Duo and starting back down the hallway. "If it makes you feel better, when he DOES show up again, the four of us probably won't be able to walk for a week. He's going to be attached to us more than he is to his damned laptop."
Duo laughed and then froze. "Laptops... computers... hacking..." he muttered. Suddenly, something clicked and he turned around, bolting down the hallway.
"DUO!" Wufei called out.
The braided boy just blew a kiss over his shoulder. "Don't worry 'bout me, Wu! You go have fun with Quatre and Trowa! I think I know where Heero is!"
Then he turned a corner and was gone.
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A bright rectangle of light sliced into the room, bathing the otherwise dimly-lit area in a shimmering illumination. Two weary eyes looked into the brightness, narrowing as they recognized the slim form highlighted by the light from the hallway.
"I thought I'd find you here," Duo remarked, stepping into the room and allowing the steel door to whisper shut behind him.
"Hn." The two eyes returned to their work, skimming across a row of monitors while fingers flew over multiple keyboards.
"Is that all you have to say to me, Hee-chan?" Duo asked, leaning against the workstation.
"He will die," Heero ground out, his voice harsh and raspy after days of disuse.
Duo pouted. "Oh, and hunting down this guy is more important than being with me? Or the other guyz?"
"He will die," Heero repeated, eyes not raising from the glowing screen.
"Why are you so hellbent on spilling this guy's guts anyway?"
The Prussian eyes finally raised, catching Duo in a stare so deep he could feel it through his bones. "Because he has stolen your face."
Violet eyes blinked. "And?"
"And you are mine."
Duo laughed. "I'm yours?" he continued to laugh, not noticing how hands had stilled on the keyboard and eyes were narrowing at his shaking shoulders. "That's rich, Yuy! I don't belong to anybody!"
Heero growled, his hand clenching into a white-knuckled grip. "You... are... mine..."
"Nu-uh, Kamikaze Boy!" Duo leaned in so he was nose to nose with his lover. "No one owns me. I say who comes and goes... especially who comes."
"You are MINE," Heero repeated, not blinking away from Duo's laughing gaze. "That shirt you are wearing is mine. That tie in your braid was given to you by me." Heero leaned in even further, closing his eyes against Duo's shoulder and breathing in the braidied boy's scent. "You even smell like me."
Duo laughed again and pushed Heero away with one hand. "Wrong. What you smell is Wufei. Since you've been gone, he's been taking up the slack. But he's not complaining. Neither am I."
If looks could kill, Duo would have been writhing on the ground, so intense was Heero's stare. The Japanese boy was almost visibly shaking with tension. Duo grinned and drifted closer to Heero again. "What's wrong, Hee-chan? Afraid to face the truth? You ain't the only fish in the sea, and I'm pretty damn good with a hook."
In a burst of motion, Heero grabbed Duo by the shoulders, slamming him into the wall. Duo shuddered with the sudden pain but was able to meet Heero's eyes evenly. "You... are... mine!" Heero said yet again, his voice like husky and thick. "Don't you understand?! I will protect you from this... this... THING! Because you are mine! You. And Trowa. And Quatre. And Wufei. You are all mine!"
Duo licked his lips. "Then why don't you take what's yours?"
Heero did.
With one motion, his head dipped down, catching Duo's in a brutal kiss. One tanned hand reached down, ripping the green tank top from the smaller boy's body. Duo gasped against his lips as he felt his chest suddenly exposed to the air, and Heero buried his face against Duo's neck, sucking and kissing a path to his shoulders. Duo shivered, his hands reaching up to twine into Heero's dark hair, trying to force him farther down.
But Heero would have none of that.
He grabbed Duo's wandering hands, whirled the other boys around and slammed him aginst the wall again -- chest first this time. Duo clawed at the unforgiving plaster of the wall as Heero's lips trailed down his back and his tongue licked a trail down his spine. Hands reached out, pulling the band free from Duo's braid and suddenly, Duo's vision was obscured by a thick wave of chestnut. Heero's buried his hands and face into Duo's hair, his body pressing Duo's against the wall.
"You... are... mine..." Heero rasped out, turning Duo's face so their lips could meet again. Duo whimpered but otherwise said nothing. Growling, Heero spun Duo around again so that he could deepen their kiss. As their tongues tangled against each other, his hands reached for Duo's pants, which were already unbuttoned for him. Not bothering with any formalities, Heero ripped those from Duo's body as well. The loud ripping sound and the feel of tightness and then freedom against his lower half made Duo moan loudly into Heero's mouth. His hands scrabbled against Heero's shirt, trying to pry his lover free from the cloth confines. Heero seemed to agree; without breaking their kiss, the Japanese boy managed to strip himself of his shirt and his pants in seconds.
When their bodies met again, fully unclothed, they both moaned at the sensation. Heero ground himself against Duo, hands rubbing and stroking every part of the chestnut-haired boy's body. The American simply gave himself up to the sensations, allowing Heero to do whatever he wanted.
And what he wanted... was more.
Unsatisfied by the kissing and groping, Heero threw Duo to the floor, covering the slimmer body with his own almost before the breath had time to rush out of his lungs. Heero pinned Duo's body with his own, and then one hands skimmed across Duo's pale belly and between his legs, making the American cry out and arch into his touch. Heero devoured every moan and gasp Duo made, and while he relentlessly fondled Duo with one hand, his other blindly reached for the tatters of Duo's pants, searching for the small tube he knew Duo always carried with him. After finding the small parcel, Heero pulled the cap off with his teeth and squeezed and large amount onto his fingers. Duo watching him through glazed violet eyes and -- making sure he still had Duo's gaze trapped with his own -- pushed one finger into Duo's tight entrance. The smaller boy nearly screamed at the invasion and without even waiting longer, Heero thrust in a second, and then a third finger, stretching Duo quickly. Duo, for his part, sobbed and writhed on the floor, his hips bucking under Heero's ministrations.
Only one conscious thought ran through Heero's mind -- Duo was his, and he wanted to be in him.
Withdrawn his hand, which drew a keening wail from the American, Heero captured Duo's lips in another fiery kiss. He lifted Duo's legs up, throwing them over his shoulders, and positioned himself before Duo's entrance.
"I want to see you when I make you mine," Heero growled.
And he buried himself to the hilt in one long stroke.
This time, Duo did scream.
The American's voice seemed to echo through the room as Heero pounded into him, withdrawing alomst fully before seating himself with deep strokes. Duo clawed against the tile floor, finding no purchase. He lifted his hips, digging his heels into Heero's back, trying to drive him in deeper. Heero shifted and suddenly, every stroke rubbed against that place inside him and Duo was screaming and crying out endlessly. Heero bit his lip, keeping the pace going deep and fast. He was drowning in the feeling of being buried in Duo's tight heat. Every stroke made him want to die -- right there -- and he would be in Heaven. Heero continued his assault, hands alternately pinning Duo's shoulders to the floor and rubbing them across Duo's thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Heero could feel the peak reaching him. He pushed himself faster, swallowing Duo's cries as he shoved his tongue into Duo's mouth, tangling with it again. Duo thought he was going to die. The edges of his vision were flickering and dark and all his whole world had dissolved into Heero thrusting into him, and Heero's tongue in his mouth. Then, he felt one rough hand touch his cock, pumping it in time with the thrusts and it was too much. Duo screamed into Heero's mouth, his seed coating his chest and belly, his body spasming in orgasm. Heero screamed too, one final thrust sending him spilling over the edge of oblivion as he released himself into Duo's tight heat.
The two boys collapsed onto the floor of the computer room, and all that could be heard was the rough sounds of breathing.
Heero pulled himself out of his unconsciousness when he heard the strangest sound. It was almost like mewling, or whimpering. And the body beneath his was trembling. Snapping awake, Heero raised himself onto his elbows and looked down. Duo's body was pinned beneath his, and though his head was turned to the side, Heero could see the slim shoulders quake and heard the soft sounds of crying. Panic slammed through Heero's mind.
"Oh God..." Heero whispered, pulling out of Duo and causing the boy to whimper more. "Oh God..."
He reached for Duo's cheek, tilting his head so he could look his lover in the face. Duo's eyes were squeezed shut, but thin streams of tears glistened across his lashes and down his cheeks.
"Oh God... Duo..." Heero said, his voice rough with self-loathing. "I... I hurt you... oh my God... I didn't... I didn't mean... I made you cry... oh my God..."
Heero would have bolted fromt he room right then and there, but Duo's violet eyes finally opened and froze him with their look. One pale hand reached up, stroking Heero's cheek.
"Baka..." Duo whispered, his voice raspy from his screaming.
"I'm sorry, Duo," Heero whispered. "I didn't think... I hurt you..."
"No," Duo answered. "You didn't hurt me. It was a bit rough, and I might walk funny for a while, but you didn't hurt me."
Heero's face crumpled into confusion. His hands gently wiped away the tears from Duo's face and his countenance softened as the American boy nuzzled his palm. "Then why are you crying?"
"I'm crying because I'm happy," Duo said. At Heero's confused look, he let out a small smile. "Damn uke!mode. Makes me all weepy and shit. I'm happy. Are you better now? No longer homicidal?"
Heero frowned. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine." Then it hit him and Heero scowled. "Baka! You did this just to snap me out of my psycho!mode?! That was a stupid and reckless thing to do! I could have hurt you! I could have KILLED you! I--"
Duo placed a slim hand over Heero's mouth to stop his words. "Yes, you could have. But I trust you. I know that you really wouldn't have hurt me. The Mode won't allow you to. Besides, sex always snaps you out of your killing fits anyway."
Heero shuddered and lay back down on top of Duo, wrapping his arms around the other boy. He buried his face in Duo's long chestnut hair. "Baka. Ahou ga. You insane madman."
Duo chuckled and wrapped his arms around Heero as well.
"I love you, too."