Part of the Job

Disclaimer: Heero and Duo belong to some one else. Damn!


Part IV

Heero stood in the shower water rushing over his skin his head finally clearing. That had been the most grueling experience of his life. To finally be in Duo’s arms, to feel his hot touch against his skin in such an awful place for such an ugly reason made him grieve. Duo executed his mission with precision. He used everything to his advantage, an unexpected arrival, his target’s perverted lust, even Heero’s apprehension and fear was useful to him. He hadn’t backed down at all. Duo got results. But at what cost? The memory of Duo slapping him down and yelling harsh, demeaning words as he struggled beneath him made Heero wonder. How many times had it been Duo struggling beneath someone, gasping for air, maybe even begging for his life? With that ominous thought he shut off the water, pulled on his shorts and went to find Duo.

Duo didn’t hear the water shut off. He sat crouched against the wall wallowing in his own thoughts. He sliced at his heart with his own hateful words. He was preparing himself for Heero’s return believe the boy would either launch into a fight beating the crap out of him or pack up and desert Duo completely. He preferred to get the crap beat out of him. At least then he wouldn’t be alone. So engrossed was he in his silent internal mutilation he didn’t know Heero was in the room until the other pilot slid down the wall next to him. The boys sat beside each other in the gathering light of early morning.

“So…how did you know he would pass out?”

“…spiked the beer.”

“But weren’t you drinking it, too?”

“The last swig I dumped in a capsule that was hidden in my mouth.”

They fell silent for a moment. Heero noted that Duo still wouldn’t look at him. ‘Is he that angry that I interfered in his mission?’

“I’m sorry,” Heero offered, “I didn’t mean to put you in danger by showing up. I thought I was rescuing you or something.”

Duo shuddered at he unbelievable thought because in the end it wasn’t him that needed rescuing but Heero. Duo recalled the feel of Heero’s cheek as he slapped him, how the boy’s body shook while he forced him down and threatened to take him and worst of all how he had gone ahead and humiliated his friend all so he could complete his mission. Duo sank further into his own body.

“Do you hate me?” he whispered through his arms.

“Hate you?”

“For using you like I did. For all but raping you in front of that guy.”

“Duo I could never…. never, Duo….”

Heero turned and pulled the curled up form into his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around Duo and gently rocked them both back and forth.

“We didn’t choose this.” Heero’s hands patted Duo softly reassuring him. “ We’re programmed to lay down our lives and our bodies whenever they tell us to.” Heero’s voice crakced. “ I don’t know what has happened to you but I would take it all away.” He gingerly kissed the top of duo’s head. “ If I could find the words, if I could spill enough blood, even my own, to change it and make it not so, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He looked into Duo’s face and caressed a smooth wet cheek with his fingers. “I wish that my touch could drive away every memory of their brutal bodies and cruel hands.” Heero leaned into Duo’s ear. “ If my kiss would make you whole,” he gently brushed his lips against Duo’s cheek. “I would never stop,” he murmured.

Duo wrapped his arms around Heero and clung to him grateful that Heero did not hate him, wanting more than ever to be with him. ‘Please God, all those things Heero said, make them true.’ He nuzzled his face against the bare skin in front of him, slowly moving up Heero’s delicate neck. Heero tilted his face and their lips came together in the most fragile of kisses. Duo could feel Heero’s moist warm breath mingling with his own and spreading through his body, hands gently caressing his back, and soft kisses fluttering over his face. He’d laid in the arms of countless others, but never had he felt like this. His stomach quivered anticipating each feather like brush of lip Heero’s touch suffussing deep within him. He imagined the wounds that his training could not heal closing under Heero’s hands. The men that had left their marks on him melted from his memory until there was none left save Heero.

This was the real Duo so gentle and slow cherishing each touch. Heero liked this much better than anything he had experienced at the club. For once he felt like a living being not just a vacant shell. His blood raced through his body excited by Duo’s closeness. The graceful kissing and cautious contact built an intense energy within him. He would give anything and everything to Duo to keep feeling him like this. The weight in his lap lightened he was being pulled slowly to his feet. He stood against Dou feeling the smooth texture of Duo’s clothes against his bare skin.

Duo’s hands wandered the undulating landscape of Heero’s body. He drank in the boy’s face watching Heero lean into the hand and kiss the palm as it moved along his jaw line their bodies slowly swaying. Duo pressed up for a kiss.

Heero took his lips while his own hands opened duo’s white shirt. He felt the soft skin within tracing the fine outline of muscles with his fingertips. Duo’s body shuddered under his attentive movements. He looked longingly into Duos eyes. He reached back to the braid of hair and released the tie. Duo pulled him into another kiss. Their chest met skin against skin. Heero pushed the shirt off Duos shoulders and it floated tot he ground beneath them.

Duo let go of Heero’s moutd pud pushed the boy to sit on the bed. He looked down at Heero wanting this person more than anything.

Heero sat on the edge of the bed with Duo standing over him. Lovely dark waves of hair cascading over Duo’s shoulders to nearly touch Heero’s face. Heero’s hands slid up the back of Duo’s thighs his fingers digging into the divide at the top. He pulled his desire towards him pressing his face to the hard column of flesh hidden with in the black cloth. His hands rubbed the fabric up against Duo’s inner thighs. Above him small breathy moans spilled into the air. He felt Duo’s fingers clench in his hair as he endured the tentative stroking of his swollen shaft. Heero’s hands slid around the duo’s hips to the front and up to the waistband. He pulled at the loose garments’ closures. It fell easily to the floor. His obstacles dismissed, Heero explored Dou’s excited body. The feel of Duo’s soft skin against his face, the sweet tremors his finger’s elicited as they delved into each secrete fold and hollow of flesh, hounded Heero’s consciousness.

Duo steadied himself gripping Heero’s hair. His balance was compromised by the meticulous inspection of his body. Duo knew it was all play and investigation that Heero did not have this kind of experience and it felt more wonderful than anything he had ever had. Aroused beyond comfort he pushed Heero back. Their mouths met as his hands slid down Heero’s sides to his shorts. Duo’s hands slid under the elastic and held them still as Heero pulled himself free retreating further up the bed. Heero lay naked and vulnerable in the soft sheets and pillows. Duo knelt before him. He slipped a hand between Heero’s knees urging them apart. He crawled up Heero’s body sliding a knee between Heero’s opened thighs. He gazed down at the breathless beauty below him. Heero, his chest rising and falling in heavy expectation, lay beneath him waiting for their bodies to collide. His hands reached up to Duo and the dark haired pilot sank into him.


~TBC~

Note from craxy; I know, I know, what a place to stop but this has been taking a while to unfold. Reviewers are warmly hugged and cherished!