Warnings: Violence, Language, Angst, Barely there lime
Disclaimer: If I owned anything I wouldn't be wasting my time writing
Note: As usual, coherency has been made possible by my wonderful beta,
Game + Part 2
All sound in the room seemed
to become hushed and everything darkened around the two opponents as their
eyes locked and they both settled into fighting stances. While Duo opted
to bounce on the balls of his feet and arrange himself much in the way
that old American boxing champs would before a fight, Heero was completely
stationary; relying on his martial arts experience rather than old fashioned
street fighting. He narrowed his eyes and tried to tell himself that the
dangerous glitter in Duo's eyes was for show, for the crowd, but the longer
he stared into them, the more he was sure that Duo just wanted to kick
He heard the man on the loud speaker announcing that the fight was beginning
but it still hadn't fully registered that he was about to face off in
a fight to the death with his ex-friend until said friend slugged him.
Everything came rushing back. Once again the sounds of the crowd were
as loud as ever and the smell of sweat and fresh blood invaded his nostrils.
Heero cursed himself for ever getting in the ring and cursed Duo for hitting
him so hard. He regained his footing and ducked as Duo swung another punch
that was directed at his face.
Duo fought aggressively, attacking Heero with everything he had. His first
punches missed their mark and it seemed to enrage him further. His attacks
were becoming wild and uncoordinated, sloppy and very unlike the calculating
fighter that he usually was. His face was set in a severe grimace and
he looked just about as furious as Heero had ever seen him.
Heero, however, was doing his best to avoid having to physically attack
Duo in any way. He could tell that Duo was going for the jugular but he
was reluctant to harm the longhaired man. He did know that this could
only go on for so long and if he didn't start doing something
soon, Duo would get the upper hand and the crowd would get suspicious
of why the hell he had gotten in the ring in the first place.
It was only when Duo kicked him in the side that Heero actually fell to
the stained mat in agony. As pain blossomed behind his eyes, anger began
to radiate from his body. That had been low. He had an old wound from
the wars, a deep stab wound that had gone untreated and had gotten so
badly infected that the spot was still tender to this day. Duo knew that
and had gone for it. The knowledge of that was enough to make Heero want
to fight back.
One booted foot swung towards his face and Heero rolled out of the way,
jumping to his feet in a movement that was fluid and graceful. He reared
back and slammed his fist into Duo's face with all the power he had. The
smaller man fell into the side of the cage and the first emotion besides
anger shone in his eyes: shock. One lip curled in a snarl and Duo flung
himself at Heero, limbs a flurry of movement as he gave the Japanese man
everything he had.
Heero tried to block as many blows as he could, but Duo was too fast for
him. Another well-aimed punch came flying at his jaw, but this time Heero
caught the smaller hand in his own. He squeezed the fist hard, using Duo's
own momentum to shove him back against the barbed wire that surrounded
the cage. A groan tore itself from Duo's lips as he collided with the
twisted edges of the cage, but he didn't stay down for long. He spun back
towards Heero, his knees bending slightly as he jumped in the air with
ease; executing a perfect drop kick and effectively slamming his steel-toed
boot into Heero's face.
For a moment the world spun and the crowd was a kaleidoscope of blurred
faces as Heero's eyes rolled in his skull. He spiraled backwards, hands
flailing slightly as he lost his balance. Duo rammed into him and they
both went crashing to the mat; arms locked around each other as Duo's
slender hands found their way around Heero's neck. He squeezed tightly
and Heero choked, hands reaching up to claw at the iron like grip. When
he couldn't pry them off his neck; he resorted to the only thing he could
manage and bit Duo's fingers savagely.
The ex-Deathscythe pilot yanked his hands away and scuttled backwards;
glaring for all he was worth as he watched the other man get to his feet.
His eyes were now a mix of many different emotions but whatever he was
feeling, it obviously wasn't going to stop him from attacking Heero.
The normally boisterous crowd was in a hushed state of awe as they watched.
Normally matches in The Cage only lasted for ten to fifteen minutes
tops before someone was killed in a rather distasteful way. This, however,
was something quite new. The crowd favorite fighting against a mysterious
new opponent who obviously had the skill to match him and put up a damn
good fight. It just had never been done before. Newbies to the Meat Market
were usually dead before they landed their first punch, and if they did
survive a fight they only lived out the week before falling to the champion.
Minutes ticked by and before long both of them were bruised and bloody,
sweat dripping down their faces although neither of them appeared to be
tiring any time soon. Heero knew that it was too late to stop and that
he either had to get Duo down, or be killed. He had Duo pinned against
the mat and was staring desperately into the blood smeared face; cursing
himself for what he was about to do, when suddenly the speakers crackled
to life and the spell that had transfixed the crowd was broken.
"The match is over!" The voice announced.
A series of boos and jeers were heard among the crowd and Heero looked
up in confusion. Duo shoved him away and shakily got to his feet.
"It's been decided that this match is a draw!"
More boos and curses were shouted in the direction of the boxes.
"This has been the most... exciting match that the Meat Market has seen
in awhile and it would be quite a shame for both of these talented, young
men to not attend The Game."
Relief spread through out Heero, but he didn't know if it was because
he was accomplishing his mission or because he wouldn't have to seriously
hurt Duo. Maybe it was both. He looked over at the other man and blinked
back his surprise at the dark glare he was receiving. He had hoped that
Duo would be a little pleased that they wouldn't have to kill each other,
but Duo looked even more pissed off than he had earlier. If that was even
possible. They stared at each other and Heero only half listened to the
rest of the commentary. He knew all he needed to know. The Game was in
two weeks and it was on Hart Island in New York City. The only thing he
needed to worry about in the mean time, was Duo.
"Fuck you, Yuy," Duo snarled angrily and stormed out of the cage, pushing
through the crowd as he hastily exited the club.
Heero stared after him and decided against immediately following. Instead
he pretended to look interested in what the announcer was saying and only
left the cage after the crowd's attention had left him.
He strode over to the same housekeeper and grabbed one scrawny arm. "Do
you know where he lives?"
The housekeeper grinned up at him. "Nice fight, you two prob'ly have a
Heero shook him violently, cutting off the rest of the sentence. "Where
does he live?"
The dwarfish man heaved an exaggerated sigh. "He's from Southie like most
of the idiots who come here. S'far as I know he has a place in Trumbull
Park, over on Bensley Ave." The black eyes peered at Heero curiously.
"If I was you, I'd take a few weapons before headin' off in that area.
Worse than it is around here, but I'm sure ya can--"
Heero didn't stick around to hear the rest of the warning. He released
the man and grabbed his coat from where it had fallen on the floor. He
was going to talk to Duo whether the stubborn asshole liked it or not.
A normal person might have been disturbed by the state of the neighborhood,
but Heero wasn't exactly a normal person and had seen far worse in his
time as a soldier. He bypassed the broken street lamps, graffiti covered
buildings and garbage littered streets without giving them a backwards
glance. There was obviously gang activity in the area and their tag names
and slogans were written on any surface available. Despite all of this,
the streets were practically deserted except for a small group sitting
on the stoop of one of the buildings and an older man who was fiddling
with an old model, hydrogen powered car.
Heero stopped at the corner and looked up at the rows of brick buildings.
The buildings were obviously extremely old because no one built with brick
anymore and they would have been an attractive link to the past if they
weren't covered by spray paint.
He was on Bensley Avenue, but didn't know where to go from there. He looked
at the old man and began to walk in his direction. "Excuse me?"
The man's head snapped up and his eyes flitted over Heero quickly. He
looked down at the car, towards the group on the stoop and then back to
Heero again. "What is it? I don't have any money." His eyes shot to the
group again and he shifted uncomfortably.
One dark eyebrow rose. "Do you know where Duo Maxwell lives?"
The man seemed to get even more nervous. "Why? Are you going to kill him?"
Another look was shot in the direction of the group.
"Do you want him to do a job for you?"
Heero stared at the man for a moment. He thought back to what the housekeeper
had told him and felt slightly sick. Maybe Duo really was a mercenary.
"I just want to talk to him. I knew him a long time ago."
The man shifted and wrung his hands together. "Third building on the left.
He has the only apartment on the fourth floor. But you didn't hear that
from me, got it? Not from me."
Heero nodded and looked at the building in question. "Thanks." He dug
in his pocket and pulled out a few bills, tossing them on the hood of
the car. "Don't smoke it."
The man snatched the money quickly and shot him a small grin, before going
back to work on his car.
Heero looked over at the stoop and saw that the group was gone. He frowned
for a moment and looked around, but shrugged it off when they weren't
anywhere in sight. He wasn't there to worry about petty gang activity.
He had bigger things on his mind. He strode down the street and approached
the building, deciding against going through the front. He walked around
the side and hopped the metal gate that led to a backyard, eyes seeking
out the windows on the fourth floor. When he got to the south side of
the building he caught sight of a light shining through one of the windows.
Without thinking twice Heero began to climb the fire escape, feet moving
silently on the rusty, metal stairs. The bruises and cuts from the fight
were still fresh but he ignored them; it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt
with in the war.
When he reached the window, he ducked down and flattened himself against
the side of the building. He could hear low sounds coming from the apartment
and he quickly figured out what they were as an almost painful feeling
blossomed in his chest.
Bed springs, creaking noisily as the headboard knocked against a wall.
Low, feminine moans and the wet sound of skin hitting skin.
Heero closed his eyes briefly and groaned inwardly. Great. Just what he
needed to hear.
Slender fingers gripping tanned skin. Muscular thighs wrapping themselves
around a narrow waist. The feel of tight, moist muscles surrounding his
erection. Finger nails scraping across an already scarred back. Wet moans
spiraling into wild cries of pleasure.
Heero's eyes snapped open and he gasped softly, hands tightening around
the railing; ignoring the feel of the old metal bending under his grip.
Where the hell had that come from? He really didn't need this shit right
The low rumble of a deep, male voice drifted out the window and the odd
feeling in his chest grew as he heard Duo's unmistakable voice. He couldn't
believe the other man still had this effect on him. Even after two years..
"--wonderful as usual," The female voice purred, satisfaction evident
in her tone. She sounded... familiar.
Duo didn't respond, but the sound of him flicking a lighter could be heard
through the screenless window. Heero could hear the soft padding of bare
feet on the creaky wood floor, followed by a low sigh.
The bed springs creaked again and another set of footsteps began to move
across the floor. "What's wrong tonight? You ain't yourself, baby,"
Duo snorted softly. "Like you know me enough to say that?"
Heero's lip quirked and he shook his head. Same old sarcastic Duo.
The girl sighed softly and recognition sparked in Heero. It was the blue
haired girl from The Meat Market. "So..." She trailed off, obviously struggling
for some kind of conversation. "How about that Newbie tonight, huh? He
was some kind of fighter!"
"Yeah. Some kind." The words were spoken in a cold, emotionless voice
and Heero winced. Yep. Still holding the grudge. Even after two years.
"The Regs are usually sloppy compared to the way you get down, but this
guy was somethin' else! And that kung fu shit he was doing... Geez."
Heero could hear something tapping rapidly against a wooden surface.
"And the body on that guy!"
The tapping grew louder.
"I've never seen someone better than you in The Cage before to---"
Something clattered to the floor. "If you're so impressed, why don't you
go fuck him!?" Duo snarled coldly.
"I-- Duo, I didn't mean nothin' by it! I was just--" The girl stammered
"I said GET THE FUCK OUT!" Footsteps stomped across the floor and the
girl gasped as she stumbled backwards. "Take your shit--" The sound of
the door opening and cloth hitting the floor. "--and get out of my face!"
The girl cried out and then a door slammed.
There was silence for several moments and Heero began to seriously reconsider
confronting Duo so soon. He really wasn't in the mood to get--
"You can come out now, Heero."
The Preventer sighed softly and steeled himself for whatever Duo was going
to throw at him. He moved out of the shadows and slowly climbed into the
window; eyeing the other man warily. Duo was leaning against a small,
battered vanity dresser and smoking a cigarette. His slender body was
covered by a sheen of sweat and every muscle in his body seemed to be
coiled tightly. He wore no shirt and the same baggy pants. His pale skin
was a mottle of bruises and jagged cuts. The worst of his injuries appeared
to be on his face judging from the deep gash above his right eyebrow and
the ragged wound on his cheek. Heero winced, momentarily feeling guilty,
but quickly consoled himself with the knowledge that he had at least two
bruised ribs, a busted lip and enough bruises to most likely cover his
entire upper body.
"Hi." Heero said lamely.
Duo glared at him. "Yeah."
"Uh. Nice place."
The pissed off look in his eyes began to steadily grow. "What are you
doing slumming in this part of the world, King Yuy? Palace life stifling
Heero sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do we have to have
this conversation? It's been two years."
Duo scoffed and took a long drag off his cigarette. "Yeah. Two years and
I still can't stand the sight of your self-righteous face."
Heero fought the urge to flinch; instead keeping up his nonchalant attitude.
"I thought you would have gotten over this by now."
"You thought wrong, buddy."
"That was selfish of you, Duo--"
"--disappearing like that, making everyone worry. The others still aren't
sure that you're not dead. Quatre and Hilde--"
"To hell with Quatre and Hilde and all the rest of them, including
you! I wanted to get the hell away from you people! I wanted to get away
from the fucking expectations and disapproving looks when I didn't reach
"No one expected anything from you, Duo."
"Bullshit. None of you knew me during the war. You all just expected me
to mold myself into the cookie cutter fucking image of ex-war hero that
you wanted me to be. You thought I would go along with anything you did
or said, just so that everyone would be happy. You all thought wrong!"
"This is not what I came here for!" Heero growled, frustration evident
in his voice.
"Then why did you come? To step on me again? To humiliate me in front
of new people in my new life? To once again show the world that Heero
fucking Yuy is better than me!?"
"Life?!" Heero exploded. "You call this a life?! Fighting like an animal
in a fucking cage? Letting people bet on you like you're in a goddamned
horse race? Killing and selling your body--" He broke off abruptly and
clenched his hands into fists. He hadn't meant to say that. He hadn't
meant to start this argument yet again.
"What did you say to me?" Duo asked coldly. He had an ugly, black look
in his eyes.
The Japanese man sighed and wiped a hand across his face. "I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that."
"Like hell you didn't."
"Look. I don't know what you're doing here, I don't know why you're doing
what you're doing--"
"You don't know and you won't know. So kiss off and go find someone else
make you feel better about your own pathetic life. Go home to Relena and
you can both have a wonderful discussion about the gutter rat Duo and
his illegal activities and maybe you can even send Wufei to arrest me."
Heero rolled his eyes. "I'm not with Relena anymore."
Duo blinked and for a moment the anger was gone, replaced by surprise.
"Not with Relena?"
"I haven't been with her for eight months now."
A smirk began to creep up on Duo's handsome face. "Finally realize you
couldn't fit in her cute little peace wrapped bubble?"
Heero smiled wryly. "Actually I think she figured that out before I did."
Thin eyebrows shot up. "She broke up with you?!" Duo
nearly choked on his laughter.
Heero nodded. "Yeah. Glad to see that it amuses you so much."
The smile faded and the laughter died. "Did you think I was gonna feel
bad for you? You dumped me because of her and now she dumped you because
of her own common sense. Go Relena."
The taller man scowled at Duo. "Go Relena? I thought you hated her."
Duo snorted and pulled another cigarette from his pack. "Everyone thinks
I have something against her. You all thought I was jealous of her cuz
she had the money, the sophistication.. And then, well then she had you.
Believe it or not, I never had nothin' against the girl. She did what
she had to do and if the guy I had been wanting for four years jumped
in my bed, I woulda took the chance too."
"I didn't jump in her bed! Why the hell do you keep saying that?!"
"Okay, Heero. You walked slowly to her bed. Is that better?"
Heero growled. "It wasn't like that."
"You know Heero, whatever the hell BS reason you wanna give me for it,
you're still the fucked up one. You're the one who cheated on
me with Relena for God only knows how long, you're the one who made sure
I was humiliated in front of all of my so-called friends and co-workers
and then you're the one who added insult to fucking injury by requesting
a new partner and making me look incompetent so that I eventually got
fucking demoted." Duo glared at him hatefully. "God, why are
you here?! I never wanted to see your fucking face again! Don't
you understand that I fucking hate you?!"
It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him. That's how badly
it hurt. He had always known, always figured, that Duo hated him for the
ugly way their relationship had ended... but he thought that the scars
would heal with time and the hurt would go away. In the past two years
his own anger had faded and he had hoped that some day he and Duo could
be friends again. Be close again. But now as he looked into Duo's eyes,
eyes that shone with unshed tears, he knew that would never happen.
"Fine. I'll be back when you're ready to talk rationally." It was amazing
how steady his voice sounded, although he felt like screaming at Duo and
making him understand that he truly was sorry for what had happened. He
started for the window, figuring he would leave the same way he came,
but at the last minute he looked back at Duo.
One of his pale hands was gripping the edge of the vanity while he struggled
to hold his cigarette with his trembling fingers. His long bangs were
covering most of his face, but Heero could hear the sound of his harsh
breathing. For some reason out of all the things he had found out tonight
about Duo's new life, it hurt to see him like this the most.
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