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windandwaterIt was late and Duo Maxwell was tired.
Even though Duo *knew* that he was justified in giving Heero the cold shoulder, the act of staying away from his Japanese lover was extremely wearing to the American boy. He had done everything he could to make sure that Heero *knew* that he wasn't wanted... that his presence would just hurt Duo more. Still, Heero seemed to shadow him wherever he went. It was so unnerving; Duo could be happily chatting with Usagi or Hikaru and he would feel Heero's soul-searing gaze on his back. But Duo never turned around in time to see anything more than a flash of Prussian eyes before they melted back into the shadows.
Even surrounded by dozens of people, Heero could make Duo feel like they were the only two people in the room.
And Duo knew that Heero wanted him back. The braided boy had caught Heero's eyes enough to read the sadness and longing and self-loathing in those Prussian depths. But... dammit! Why didn't Heero just apologize already?! Duo wasn't expecting wine and roses... he never expected *that* from Heero. Quatre, definitely... possibly even Wufei... but never from Heero. All he wanted was a simple "I'm sorry"... was that so much to ask?
Sighing, Duo slipped through the darkness and into his bedroom. *His* bedroom... not the one he usually shared with the others. With a small frown, Duo forced the thoughts of a cold bed to the furthest reaches of his mind. Thinking about the past wouldn't do him any good anyway. As he stumbled to his bed -- nearly tripping on the punching bag he had reduced to stuffing -- Duo shed his clothes, not caring where they landed. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Even if it was in a cold and empty bed.
Soft ambient lighting filled the room.
Whirling around, Duo's expression was that of a deer caught in headlights. There, standing against his bedroom door with his head bowed, was Heero. But... this was a different Heero than from earlier in the day. His stance was different... off some how. Duo couldn't figure it out. But that was mostly due to the fact that Duo couldn't keep his eyes off of Heero's body. The other boy was decked out in black leather pants that looked like they had been painted on, and a shirt made out of some soft material (silk? satin?) that was such a deep blue that it could have been black if it weren't for the highlights that came out in the light. Heero's bare feet might have made the whole get-up look ridiculous, but instead it look... right.
"You let me violate you," Heero's husky voice cut through the silence.
Immediately, Duo's ardor was stifled and fury took over. What the hell was Heero doing in *his* room? Especially dressed like THAT? Did Heero really expect Duo to just spread his legs at a whim? And with words that only caused pain to stab through Duo's already battered heart? Before Duo could open his mouth to scream at his ex-lover, Heero beat him to it.
"You let me desecrate you."
Heero finally raised his head, the lights making his eyes look like endless pools of deep blue. Duo couldn't read the multitude of emotions warring in the Japanese boy's eyes. All he knew was that he wanted to drown in Heero's eyes -- NO! Shaking his head, Duo set his resolve. Heero wasn't going to get him back without a fight! The Japanese boy was not privy to the tumultuous thoughts in Duo's head, and instead, spoke again.
"You let me penetrate you."
Duo shuddered softly as the memories of the ill-fated night and the low drawl of Heero's voice smashed together, setting off an explosion of warring emotions. Wrapping his arms around himself, Duo bowed his head, trying to keep himself in check.
"You let me complicate you."
Duo's gaze snapped up again when he heard a quiet step on the wooden floor. Almost inaudible, but Duo had always cautiously aware of his surroundings -- an old wartime habit. Heero took one step forward. Duo took one step back. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he was wearing only a tee-shirt and boxers and Heero was wearing a distinctly predatory look on his face.
"Help me, I broke apart my insides."
Heero's pleading call was nearly the undoing of Duo. He couldn't break Heero's mesmerizing gaze as the Japanese boy took yet another step forward. But something in the American's mind was still functioning because he managed to take yet another step backwards, keeping the distance between himself and his lover.
"Help me, I've got no soul to sell."
This time Heero took three large steps forward, quickly and in a menacing way. Duo scrambled to make sure the space was kept between him and Heero. He would need it... especially if Heero tried to get his hands on him. Though he didn't want to, Duo wouldn't hesitate to come to blows with the Japanese boy, especially if it meant protecting himself.
"Help me, the only thing that works for me..."
With a stifled yelp, Duo's knees hit the edge of his bed and he fell down onto the fluffy mattress, arms flailing. When he sat up, he could see that Heero was smirking at him. Duo's ire went up another notch. The bastard had known what was going to happen! Suddenly, Heero's visage changed as he spoke yet again.
"Help me get away from myself."
Duo was torn by the pleading look that evidenced itself in Heero's eyes. Still, Heero hadn't apologized yet. The American's stubborn pride refused to give in to any pretty words that the Japanese boy might use. He refused to be treated like a whore again.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..." Heero said calmly, his hands coming up to unbutton the top of his shirt.
Duo's mouth dropped open in shock and he was vaguely embarassed to find out that he couldn't speak. Things were rapidly getting dangerous in the room. If Heero was in a state anything like the ill-concieved night, Duo would be lucky if he was *just* raped again. Still, he couldn't seem to move -- he was trapped on the bed by Heero's intense stare.
"I want to feel you from the inside..."
Heero's shirt was now unbuttoned all the way down the front, revealing a white wife-beater underneath that was so tight that it was practically transparent. It sculpted to Heero's body, revealing firm abs, broad shoulders, and the faint outline of dusky nipples. Duo licked his lips again. He didn't know why he didn't just run out of the bedroom like a bat out of hell. He knew if he screamed, the others guyz would come to his rescue. Of course, with the state that Heero was in, the Japanese boy would probably hunt him down until he got what he wanted. Duo winced. He hoped it wouldn't hurt much. Then, to his surprise, Heero dropped down easily onto his knees and started to crawl forward.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..."
Heero continued to crawl on the floor on his hands and knees until he reached the bed. Duo could only stare at Heero sitting between his knees in mute fascination. As Heero reached out with his right hand, Duo's body jerked backwards in fear of a harsh blow. Now he was sprawled back on his elbows, completely helpless as Heero raised himself onto his knees, still reaching out.
"My whole existence is flawed..."
Heero grabbed Duo's crucifix in his right hand, and tugged gently. Duo was forced to sit up again so that the chain didn't snap. Face to face with the Japanese boy -- finally -- Heero spoke again, dropping his voice a noticible octave.
"You get me closer to god."
Duo's violet eyes widened and he licked his lips nervously. However, instead of kissing him, Heero just let go of the crucifix and backed away. Duo remained sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes tracking Heero until the boy stopped in the farthest corner of the room.
"You can have my isolation."
Heero held up his hands, staring at them before he clenched them into tight fists. Duo's brow furrowed as he watched blood start to drip onto the floor.
"You can have the hate that it brings."
With a negligent gesture, Heero wiped his hands across his white undershirt, leaving two blood red streaks against the white fabric. Duo was horrified at the casual way Heero treated his blood... his life. Heero never seemed to care what happened to himself, as long as Duo and the other guyz were okay. It was one of the ways he showed he cared. Duo thought it was stupid. Why did Heero alway think his life was worthless?
Heero looked down at his bloody shirt and shrugged one shoulder. Then he looked up again with a weary expression. "You can have my absence of faith," he said, answering Duo's unspoken question.
Duo frowned, shaking his head. He had tried so *hard* to get Heero to realize that there was more to life than missions, and orders, and being a soldier. He had tried to show Heero the finer things in life... how to appreciate a summer day, melted ice cream, and the grassy hills of a public park. And Duo never asked anything in return, instead cherishing the infrequent smiles and laughter of his lover.
//I don't want...// Duo's lips moved over the words, only to be cut off before vocalization yet again.
"You can have my everything," Heero stated simply.
Crossing the room quickly, Heero knew himself to his knees again and wrapped his arms around Duo in an embrace. The braided boy froze, unsure of what to do. Heero seemed desperate for something... something that only Duo could give...
"Help me, you tear down my reason."
With his face buried in the crook of Duo's shoulder, Heero inhaled deeply. Then he whispered into Duo's ear...
"Help me, it's your sex I can smell."
Startled, Duo jerked away, pushing Heero away from him. The dark-haired boy landed on the bedroom floor was a heavy thud. He had obviously not expected Duo to do *that.* Bringing up a hand to his chest and trying to calm his fast-beating heart, the braided boy watched as Heero clenched his hands again and slammed them hard into the floor. Then Heero looked up again, this time with a desperate and pleading look.
"Help me, you make me perfect!" Heero fairly yelled.
Then with a speed that never ceased to amaze Duo, Heero was up again and clutching Duo's shoulders in a painfully tight grip. Duo cried out in pain, his violet eyes catching Heero's Prusssian and clearly communicating his hurt. Immediately, and with a horrified look on his face, Heero let go of his shoulders and instead wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, buring his face in Duo's lap.
"Help me become somebody else..." Duo heard Heero whisper softly, muffled against his pants. The warm caress of Heero's breath across his thighs was maddening and Duo couldn't help but lean forward to wrap his arms around Heero as best he could. Was this it then? Was *this* Heero's method of apology? Duo sighed as Heero continued to shudder softly against his legs. Duo really didn't feel like fighting anymore. And Heero's apology was one of the best he had ever recieved.
With incredible gentleness, Duo lifted up Heero's face so that he could look his lover in the eyes once more.
"What do you want?" Duo asked, his voice pitched low. They were the first words he had spoken all night. Heero's Prussian eyes brightened at Duo's acceptance of his apology.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..." Heero breathed out, then immediately captured Duo's lips in a fierce kiss. The braided boy responded eagerly, giving in to the sexual tension that had built up between them all night. Their tongues tangled together as their hands started to roam, and they finally had to break apart to breathe.
"I want to feel you from the inside..." Heero moaned, his hands wandering across Duo's fevered skin. Taking the initiative, Duo pulled his tee-shirt over with an impatient tug, throwing it across the room. Then he grabbed Heero's face in his hands, continuing their kiss.
The Japanese boy managed to growl, "I want to fuck you like an animal..." into Duo's ear as he pulled off his silk shirt and leather pants. The low rumble of Heero's voice sent a delicious shiver down Duo's spine and his hands reached out, ripping Heero's wife-beater in half. Now Heero was naked before him, seeing as he had been wearing nothing under the leather. He threw the scrap of cloth away as Heero's hands stroked him through his boxers. Duo arched up into his lover's touch, crying out softly -- this time in pleasure instead of pain.
"My whole existence is flawed..." Heero said as he stripped Duo of his boxers. For a few moments, Heero just hovered over Duo, his Prussian eyes devouring the sight of his American lover sprawled naked beneath him. Pale, creamy skin glowed softly in the dim light, already flushed and covered with a thin sheer on sweat. Duo's violet eyes caught his own and the expression in them was so loving and wanton that Heero wondered why the *hell* he hadn't apologized sooner.
"You get me closer to god..." Heero whispered reverently before covering Duo's body with his own. His lover welcomed him warmly... eagerly... and there were no more words between them that night.
Even though Duo *knew* that he was justified in giving Heero the cold shoulder, the act of staying away from his Japanese lover was extremely wearing to the American boy. He had done everything he could to make sure that Heero *knew* that he wasn't wanted... that his presence would just hurt Duo more. Still, Heero seemed to shadow him wherever he went. It was so unnerving; Duo could be happily chatting with Usagi or Hikaru and he would feel Heero's soul-searing gaze on his back. But Duo never turned around in time to see anything more than a flash of Prussian eyes before they melted back into the shadows.
Even surrounded by dozens of people, Heero could make Duo feel like they were the only two people in the room.
And Duo knew that Heero wanted him back. The braided boy had caught Heero's eyes enough to read the sadness and longing and self-loathing in those Prussian depths. But... dammit! Why didn't Heero just apologize already?! Duo wasn't expecting wine and roses... he never expected *that* from Heero. Quatre, definitely... possibly even Wufei... but never from Heero. All he wanted was a simple "I'm sorry"... was that so much to ask?
Sighing, Duo slipped through the darkness and into his bedroom. *His* bedroom... not the one he usually shared with the others. With a small frown, Duo forced the thoughts of a cold bed to the furthest reaches of his mind. Thinking about the past wouldn't do him any good anyway. As he stumbled to his bed -- nearly tripping on the punching bag he had reduced to stuffing -- Duo shed his clothes, not caring where they landed. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Even if it was in a cold and empty bed.
Soft ambient lighting filled the room.
Whirling around, Duo's expression was that of a deer caught in headlights. There, standing against his bedroom door with his head bowed, was Heero. But... this was a different Heero than from earlier in the day. His stance was different... off some how. Duo couldn't figure it out. But that was mostly due to the fact that Duo couldn't keep his eyes off of Heero's body. The other boy was decked out in black leather pants that looked like they had been painted on, and a shirt made out of some soft material (silk? satin?) that was such a deep blue that it could have been black if it weren't for the highlights that came out in the light. Heero's bare feet might have made the whole get-up look ridiculous, but instead it look... right.
"You let me violate you," Heero's husky voice cut through the silence.
Immediately, Duo's ardor was stifled and fury took over. What the hell was Heero doing in *his* room? Especially dressed like THAT? Did Heero really expect Duo to just spread his legs at a whim? And with words that only caused pain to stab through Duo's already battered heart? Before Duo could open his mouth to scream at his ex-lover, Heero beat him to it.
"You let me desecrate you."
Heero finally raised his head, the lights making his eyes look like endless pools of deep blue. Duo couldn't read the multitude of emotions warring in the Japanese boy's eyes. All he knew was that he wanted to drown in Heero's eyes -- NO! Shaking his head, Duo set his resolve. Heero wasn't going to get him back without a fight! The Japanese boy was not privy to the tumultuous thoughts in Duo's head, and instead, spoke again.
"You let me penetrate you."
Duo shuddered softly as the memories of the ill-fated night and the low drawl of Heero's voice smashed together, setting off an explosion of warring emotions. Wrapping his arms around himself, Duo bowed his head, trying to keep himself in check.
"You let me complicate you."
Duo's gaze snapped up again when he heard a quiet step on the wooden floor. Almost inaudible, but Duo had always cautiously aware of his surroundings -- an old wartime habit. Heero took one step forward. Duo took one step back. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he was wearing only a tee-shirt and boxers and Heero was wearing a distinctly predatory look on his face.
"Help me, I broke apart my insides."
Heero's pleading call was nearly the undoing of Duo. He couldn't break Heero's mesmerizing gaze as the Japanese boy took yet another step forward. But something in the American's mind was still functioning because he managed to take yet another step backwards, keeping the distance between himself and his lover.
"Help me, I've got no soul to sell."
This time Heero took three large steps forward, quickly and in a menacing way. Duo scrambled to make sure the space was kept between him and Heero. He would need it... especially if Heero tried to get his hands on him. Though he didn't want to, Duo wouldn't hesitate to come to blows with the Japanese boy, especially if it meant protecting himself.
"Help me, the only thing that works for me..."
With a stifled yelp, Duo's knees hit the edge of his bed and he fell down onto the fluffy mattress, arms flailing. When he sat up, he could see that Heero was smirking at him. Duo's ire went up another notch. The bastard had known what was going to happen! Suddenly, Heero's visage changed as he spoke yet again.
"Help me get away from myself."
Duo was torn by the pleading look that evidenced itself in Heero's eyes. Still, Heero hadn't apologized yet. The American's stubborn pride refused to give in to any pretty words that the Japanese boy might use. He refused to be treated like a whore again.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..." Heero said calmly, his hands coming up to unbutton the top of his shirt.
Duo's mouth dropped open in shock and he was vaguely embarassed to find out that he couldn't speak. Things were rapidly getting dangerous in the room. If Heero was in a state anything like the ill-concieved night, Duo would be lucky if he was *just* raped again. Still, he couldn't seem to move -- he was trapped on the bed by Heero's intense stare.
"I want to feel you from the inside..."
Heero's shirt was now unbuttoned all the way down the front, revealing a white wife-beater underneath that was so tight that it was practically transparent. It sculpted to Heero's body, revealing firm abs, broad shoulders, and the faint outline of dusky nipples. Duo licked his lips again. He didn't know why he didn't just run out of the bedroom like a bat out of hell. He knew if he screamed, the others guyz would come to his rescue. Of course, with the state that Heero was in, the Japanese boy would probably hunt him down until he got what he wanted. Duo winced. He hoped it wouldn't hurt much. Then, to his surprise, Heero dropped down easily onto his knees and started to crawl forward.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..."
Heero continued to crawl on the floor on his hands and knees until he reached the bed. Duo could only stare at Heero sitting between his knees in mute fascination. As Heero reached out with his right hand, Duo's body jerked backwards in fear of a harsh blow. Now he was sprawled back on his elbows, completely helpless as Heero raised himself onto his knees, still reaching out.
"My whole existence is flawed..."
Heero grabbed Duo's crucifix in his right hand, and tugged gently. Duo was forced to sit up again so that the chain didn't snap. Face to face with the Japanese boy -- finally -- Heero spoke again, dropping his voice a noticible octave.
"You get me closer to god."
Duo's violet eyes widened and he licked his lips nervously. However, instead of kissing him, Heero just let go of the crucifix and backed away. Duo remained sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes tracking Heero until the boy stopped in the farthest corner of the room.
"You can have my isolation."
Heero held up his hands, staring at them before he clenched them into tight fists. Duo's brow furrowed as he watched blood start to drip onto the floor.
"You can have the hate that it brings."
With a negligent gesture, Heero wiped his hands across his white undershirt, leaving two blood red streaks against the white fabric. Duo was horrified at the casual way Heero treated his blood... his life. Heero never seemed to care what happened to himself, as long as Duo and the other guyz were okay. It was one of the ways he showed he cared. Duo thought it was stupid. Why did Heero alway think his life was worthless?
Heero looked down at his bloody shirt and shrugged one shoulder. Then he looked up again with a weary expression. "You can have my absence of faith," he said, answering Duo's unspoken question.
Duo frowned, shaking his head. He had tried so *hard* to get Heero to realize that there was more to life than missions, and orders, and being a soldier. He had tried to show Heero the finer things in life... how to appreciate a summer day, melted ice cream, and the grassy hills of a public park. And Duo never asked anything in return, instead cherishing the infrequent smiles and laughter of his lover.
//I don't want...// Duo's lips moved over the words, only to be cut off before vocalization yet again.
"You can have my everything," Heero stated simply.
Crossing the room quickly, Heero knew himself to his knees again and wrapped his arms around Duo in an embrace. The braided boy froze, unsure of what to do. Heero seemed desperate for something... something that only Duo could give...
"Help me, you tear down my reason."
With his face buried in the crook of Duo's shoulder, Heero inhaled deeply. Then he whispered into Duo's ear...
"Help me, it's your sex I can smell."
Startled, Duo jerked away, pushing Heero away from him. The dark-haired boy landed on the bedroom floor was a heavy thud. He had obviously not expected Duo to do *that.* Bringing up a hand to his chest and trying to calm his fast-beating heart, the braided boy watched as Heero clenched his hands again and slammed them hard into the floor. Then Heero looked up again, this time with a desperate and pleading look.
"Help me, you make me perfect!" Heero fairly yelled.
Then with a speed that never ceased to amaze Duo, Heero was up again and clutching Duo's shoulders in a painfully tight grip. Duo cried out in pain, his violet eyes catching Heero's Prusssian and clearly communicating his hurt. Immediately, and with a horrified look on his face, Heero let go of his shoulders and instead wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, buring his face in Duo's lap.
"Help me become somebody else..." Duo heard Heero whisper softly, muffled against his pants. The warm caress of Heero's breath across his thighs was maddening and Duo couldn't help but lean forward to wrap his arms around Heero as best he could. Was this it then? Was *this* Heero's method of apology? Duo sighed as Heero continued to shudder softly against his legs. Duo really didn't feel like fighting anymore. And Heero's apology was one of the best he had ever recieved.
With incredible gentleness, Duo lifted up Heero's face so that he could look his lover in the eyes once more.
"What do you want?" Duo asked, his voice pitched low. They were the first words he had spoken all night. Heero's Prussian eyes brightened at Duo's acceptance of his apology.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..." Heero breathed out, then immediately captured Duo's lips in a fierce kiss. The braided boy responded eagerly, giving in to the sexual tension that had built up between them all night. Their tongues tangled together as their hands started to roam, and they finally had to break apart to breathe.
"I want to feel you from the inside..." Heero moaned, his hands wandering across Duo's fevered skin. Taking the initiative, Duo pulled his tee-shirt over with an impatient tug, throwing it across the room. Then he grabbed Heero's face in his hands, continuing their kiss.
The Japanese boy managed to growl, "I want to fuck you like an animal..." into Duo's ear as he pulled off his silk shirt and leather pants. The low rumble of Heero's voice sent a delicious shiver down Duo's spine and his hands reached out, ripping Heero's wife-beater in half. Now Heero was naked before him, seeing as he had been wearing nothing under the leather. He threw the scrap of cloth away as Heero's hands stroked him through his boxers. Duo arched up into his lover's touch, crying out softly -- this time in pleasure instead of pain.
"My whole existence is flawed..." Heero said as he stripped Duo of his boxers. For a few moments, Heero just hovered over Duo, his Prussian eyes devouring the sight of his American lover sprawled naked beneath him. Pale, creamy skin glowed softly in the dim light, already flushed and covered with a thin sheer on sweat. Duo's violet eyes caught his own and the expression in them was so loving and wanton that Heero wondered why the *hell* he hadn't apologized sooner.
"You get me closer to god..." Heero whispered reverently before covering Duo's body with his own. His lover welcomed him warmly... eagerly... and there were no more words between them that night.
