Author : FancyFigures
Category : POV, romance, lemon
Rating : NC17
Warnings : sex, mutual masturbation
Spoilers : None
Notes : (2 Parts) Duo has escaped from the clutches of a psychotic mind doctor - or has he? And Heero has his own agenda...
Feeback : Constructive and/or encouragement, yes please!!

Trigger Happy + Part 1

I woke, and I groaned. When I tried to lift my head, it felt like I lifted half a Gundam on top of it at the same time, and I had to groan. Wouldn't you, eh? I was lying on a bed, and as far as I could see, it was my own. The sheets were kinda crumpled underneath me, but that was nothing new. Just gave Heero -- Mr Perfect Housekeeping -- something else to glare about on a daily basis. I wanted to smile at the thought of provoking him, but my facial muscles felt oddly stiff. I gingerly moved other bits of my sad old body, but they seemed basically fine. A certain amount of stiffness in my legs -- I must have set the fuse just a coupla feet too short -- and a grazed hand. I was still dressed, though my shirt seemed to be torn in several places. I could feel my hair tangled around my neck, the braiding hadn't survived, obviously.

Darn, and I like to look my best when I'm blowing people up!

"He's awake!"

I knew the voice and only my headache made me sound grumpy. "Dammit Q, keep the volume down, OK?"

"Stay still, Duo. Thank God you're awake at last!"

Quatre was leaning over me now, obscuring my view of the rest of the room. I tried a chirpy response.

"Good t'see you as well, Q. And how's your day been?"

His pale face frowned. The eyes that had been wide with relief were narrowed now. He pushed blond hair out of his eyes, to peer at me. Cute guy. A good friend.

"You don't remember what happened, Duo?"

"Sure I do -- most of it. We went to blow up that fake hospital, take out the guy in charge. Mission Doodlemind, yeah?"

Quatre looked puzzled again, then he grinned. "You never take anything seriously, do you? Mission Dusselheim, Duo -- as in Dr Dusselheim."

I'd have shrugged if I could've. Good to see him smiling. "That's what I said -- Doodlemind. Cos that's what he does, isn't it? Doodles with your mind, plays about with your head --" Mine started throbbing again as I spoke, and there was a rather ominous, sinking reaction in my gut. "Shit, Q -- is that what he did to me? What did he do? And Heero, what about Heero - where's that doctor, the bastard, I've gotta --"

"Hush," came Q's voice. He's stronger than he looks, he pressed on my chest, keeping me down. Rather against my will, I hushed. I musta been feeling bad.

"You're OK, Duo. Yes, he did have you under his influence for a while, but you're out now. And he's gone -- he went up with the hospital. So did all his equipment, all his notes, thank God. You did a good job with the explosives. And Wufei is chasing up the few assistants that escaped -- he'll get them all."

My heart started to settle again. "Good! And the other hostages -?"

"Fine, fine. Some of them will need some care for a while -- some psychiatric care. His particular brand of medicine was more than dangerous -- it was damn cruel."

I winced, trying to remember it all. The private hospital, the strange, cloying smell around all the labs. A man tied to a stretcher -- a woman raggedly crying in a corner. Dr Dusselheim seemed to have no political affinity, or at least Quatre had never discovered what it was. But he was using his skills to infiltrate minds, and to turn people's loyalties -- and often their natural instincts. Pretty disgusting skills -- a perverted kind of hypnotism, a mind control that turned people against their organisation, against their loved ones. That forced them to violence and sabotage, and downright obscene behavior. All according to his will. And when he'd emerged into our world, threatening our people -- well, we'd acted darn quickly to stop him.

And then I remembered much more.

"Heero! What about Heero?" Was he with me when I set the detonator? Of course he was! Wasn't he? With me? Behind me -- or in front? Damn, damn, my head felt like scrambled eggs! I'd been captured and kept in that lab, strapped down -- then I broke out (how? no, leave it), found my pack, placed that fuse in the last lab. Then I was running for the door, calling for Heero; but I couldn't get the damn thing open, God did I curse, and then I turned to find the other exit, and there was someone there -- Heero? Dr Doodlemind himself?

That man -- I couldn't remember the doctor himself. Face, clothes, colouring -- nothing. Why was that?


I seemed to be making some rather frightening noises, panic, anger -- I didn't seem to have control over them. I heard Quatre's voice over it all.

"Heero's OK, Duo. He got out OK. He brought you out, didn't he?"

Did he?

"Lay still, you must lay still until we know you're OK. Are you listening to me?"

I sighed, relaxed. "Yeah, man, I'm sorry. Just -- worried, that's all. About Heero. I mean, about all of you, of course."

"Uh-huh," replied Quatre. Odd tone to his voice, though. "Duo, you may still be feeling the effects. Do you remember anything of what he did to you? Dr Dusselheim? He had you in there for an hour or so until Heero broke through the outer lab."

"I don't -- don't know." God, it took a lot to admit that. And Q was having none of it.

"Duo, you must try to remember. And no-one's blaming you for it. He was a brilliant, talented man. Stronger guys than you --" Things were swirling in my aching head. I spoke, or at least there were words spilling out. I'm not sure I had complete control. Musta been the shock of the explosion so close...

"He was just talking, talking, that's all I remember... just words... just little, fast, spiked words, that were boring into me, getting right inside, though I didn't want 'em there --"

Quatre put a hand on my arm, to soothe me. "All about me, about me and -- and my life, and me, me, me... how I feel, what scares me, what pleases me, what excites me... ."

"It's how he worked," whispered Quatre, almost to himself. "He would open up the subject's inner feelings, insecurities, desires. Wrap his control all around them, twist them to his will. Even when the subject was awake again, and unaware of anything that happened. He would find the things that they felt most deeply about -- the persons they felt most deeply about. Things they'd kept secret from everyone. And he used that as a trigger for his influence -- a trigger that would lie hidden until he wanted to call on it."

Q was sounding a little freaky for me. I shook my head, then wished I hadn't. I mean, that may have been Dr Doodlemind's particularly sicko hobby, and he may have tried it on me, but I got out, didn't I? I got away, away from the vile old bastard.

And I musta been a real disappointment to him -- I'm Mr Open, Mr Easygoing, Mr No Hidden Feelings. No scope for him and his foul mind-fiddling.

"He's dead, Q, didn't you say? So stop looking so worried!"

"Yes, he's dead. But there's still a risk, Duo. The triggers may have been planted, you may still be vulnerable. He used a system of linking a trigger word to an object, something dear to you. A warped version of a talisman. Do you have anything he might have used? The combination of the two -- it still has power, even when he's gone. You should still rest, get checked out - "

"No way!" I think it came out louder than I wanted, 'cos he winced. "No more fiddling with me! My poor old mind's good for what I do here, and that's enough for me. I'm free, the mission's a success, and I feel just fine. That's the end of it, OK?"

I decided enough was enough, gritted my teeth, and pulled myself to sitting. Thank God, it was my room, like I thought - great surge of relief! But then I saw the changes that Q must've made. The curtain drawn across the middle of the room. Shadows behind it -- quiet whispers of tubes, occasional bleeps from what must be a monitor.

Just one word squeezed out of my dry lips. Sharp -- angry -- distraught.



It was half an hour later and I'd calmed down. Almost. It was Heero, in a bed, in my room -- though I knew before I asked, before I wrenched the curtain back. He lay, fully clothed, as far as that damn stupid outfit of his is 'fully' anything, and deadly still, with only a thin sheet resting on his body. Eyes closed, breath slow and low. Looked just like he was asleep, really. But I guess that was unlikely. He'd never have stayed asleep while I was ranting on -- many's the time he complained about even my normal chatting, disturbing his precious rest. And didn't I love to turn up the volume, just to provoke him, just to get some reaction other than the icy glare!

Not now, though.

Q was still reassuring me. "He's just in a deep sleep, not a coma or anything. There are no injuries from the blast, it's nothing you did, Duo. But he might --"

Quatre sighed. "We think he might have suffered some of Dr Dusselheim's attention, while you were -- while you were down. Before he --"

"Before he had to rescue my sorry ass," I grumbled. Didn't like to think of the grovelling I'd have to do to apologise for that. If -- no - when he came round. "But I can't imagine Mr Icy Balls would fall for that guy's tricks. Mr I'm in Complete Control of Myself and Wish I Could Say the Same for Everyone Else --"

"Can you hold the talking in Capitals, Duo?" sighed Quatre. "Anyone can be vulnerable ... "

Vulnerable? Heero Yuy? He's about as vulnerable as I'm shy! Right?

"We know what the Doctor used on him," Quatre was continuing. He reached to a pile of towels on a chair by the bed, and picked up something small. Something that had a dull glint, but that caught the light very easily. "It's something he was wearing, something he must care about, and it builds a sort of bridge to his mind. Do you know what it is?" It swung softly from Quatre's hand -- a thin, metallic pendant, delicate but not flimsy. An intricate, attractive border around a single number: 01.

I was gaping. Coulda caught flies in my mouth. Heero had been wearing that?

"Yes, I know what it is," I gulped. "I gave it to him, for his birthday."

"But Heero doesn't celebrate --"

"No, no," I said, hurriedly. Too hurriedly. "I mean -- I know he doesn't celebrate his birthday so I thought he could join in on mine, right?' This looked even worse, giving the man presents, now, what sort of tough guy partner was I? "There was a pair of 'em, I picked up somewhere. The numbers matched, so I just thought - We had one each. It was only a joke, OK? And you're wrong, it's not like it's anything he'd care about."

No, indeed - he'd barely said a word, just took it to humour me, I guess.

At the time, I wished I could've snatched it back. He was just too cool, of course, to be embarrassed -- that was my particular party trick. And then it was too late, we got called next day on the mission, and I never had a chance to tell him to chuck it, to forget the whole stupid idea. It's likely to be a lifetime mission, I've come to realise, trying to get him to loosen up, to have some fun, enjoy a day in the middle of a tough year -- no, not him, not Mr TightAss I Don't Have Time for Fun and Caring about Other Guys -- damn, there are those Capitals again, seems I think 'em as well as talk 'em!

I stared at the sleeping man on the bed. But why was he wearing it, after all? And during a mission? Damn fool, could've been a danger to us both ...

And my own hand strayed to my torn shirt, lightly fingering the shape still hidden under the fabric. My half of the present -- my own matching pendant. A glimmering, similarly patterned 02. Which I had worn on the mission, myself at fault.


Quatre had left me to rest there. In the room with Heero. He insisted he had to meet up with Trowa, to finish the paperwork for the mission or something. I couldn't argue, not with this headache like the inside of a bell.

"He's not -- in danger, is he?" I'd tried to sound like I wasn't bothered, but it sounded about as casual as a tuxedo.

Quatre had reassured me -- again and again -- and had offered me something for the pain. Like what -- a new head?! But I smiled, and swallowed some tablets obediently. I was feeling a little dizzy, so that was enough nursing for me today.

Then I'd brought a chair over to beside Heero's bed. Not that there was much to watch! Just the rise and fall of his breathing, the monitor that was more soothing now. Q had pulled out all the tubes when he saw me get so angry. But I was scared as well -- he'd looked like some strange kind of squid, all those extra limbs.

"So pal, where to now?" I said.

My voice sounded a bit sharp in the silence. I laughed, nervously. Then I liked the sound of it -- I must be recovering. So I laughed again, properly. But he didn't stir.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, do you hear me? Nurse Quatre says I should try to get through to you, check out any damage that evil doctor may have done to your precious cells. So how are the cells, man?" Without thinking, I reached a hand out to his head, brushed back the chocolate coloured bangs. Felt the slight dampness of his smooth forehead. And I drew a very, very deep breath, and talked seriously to myself.

So, let's face it. I'm here, alone, with Heero. In my room. And he's in a really weird state. I mean, I see him most days, and plenty of nights, though that's when he's asleep, and I can cope with that now. But this is something else. He looks so -- what was the word Q used? -- so vulnerable.

"Do they know, Heero?"

Damn, I'm talking to the man of ice, and I'm not in full control of my words. Danger, danger! What's the matter with me? Must be shock -- whatever. But perhaps there's some devil in me, and I want to let it peek out a little. While he can't catch me out. I'm safe, aren't I?

"D'you think they know, the other guys? Know what I think about you?"

Do I know myself?

"What were you up to, man? Letting the dastardly doctor get at you. Bad enough he got me. We should be watching out for each other, shouldn't we? Watching each other's back... "

And front...

My hand seemed to be resting rather too comfortably on his chest at the moment. I teased at the tank top. That close to his stomach muscles. And, hell, I knew what muscles he had, I'd glimpsed them on his way to and from the shower. Damn fine sight. But I always kept my head down, turning my gaze at the last minute before he caught me looking. Before he accused me again of 'frivolity' or 'irresponsibility' or whatever other sin was fashionable with me at the time. For I know that's how he sees me. Disapprovingly.

"I never wanted to cause you any harm, Heero." I was whispering, but there was no response anyway. He was down deep. "Last thing I want. Wish I could tell you that, properly." And then -- what was the matter with me? - I slipped a hand under the fabric, and touched at his cool, cool skin. It felt good. Felt very, very good. God, I felt like some kind of pervert... but if I could explain to him... tell him what I really feel... I wouldn't be taking advantage of him like this, would I? And -- like -- would elephants be flying this morning?? I clutched at the pendant inside my shirt, like some kind of security blanket.

A slight movement of his face, a bleep on the monitor...

My head jerked once, and I lurched on the chair. Yeah, I think I musta been dropping off! Feeling a little guilty, I looked over at the bed.

What the hell -? Where's the tank top? I looked around a little wildly -- not quite sure what I did, y'know? I mean, I was definitely ogling before I lost the plot -- but there was no sign of it. I felt my eyes dragged back to look at Heero, still asleep, still unmoving. Was I going to resist another eyeful of my particular brand of candy? And now he was naked to his waist.

Damn fine sight, it was an' all. Pale golden skin, smooth except for the occasional scar from past battles; broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, perfect muscles across the chest ... a six pack I wished I could just dip into and lick up my fill ... the thinnest line of hairs just trickling below his navel, the trail passing out of sight into those goddamn spandex -- too tight - shorts...

"God, man," I breathed. "Is this fair, or what? All I did was drop off for a second! Let's cover you up again. Where'd you hide that top?" I knew this was a stupid conversation, after all, he couldn't have taken it off himself. The man was almost comatose! So, obviously, one of the other guys had been in and taken it off. I'd call Quatre back, in a minute, to cover him up again.


Maybe not.

So, instead, I stretched out a hand and touched his chest again. Nothing between me and the skin, this time. I had to make sure, y'know? Whether he had a fever or anything. I can be Florence Nightingale as well -- honest. My breath sounded rather harsh now, and I could feel my heart beating really fast. Funny, his skin wasn't so cool any more. But not feverish. Just warm, like mine now seemed to be. Deliciously, ripplingly, Mr I'm as Real as You Are warm ... my spirits rose.

That wasn't the only thing.

Damn! What was I doing, letting my body butt in, when my head was still so screwed up? I wriggled in the chair, determined to fight a strong, persistent ache that was starting in my groin. The sort of ache I tried to control most days of the week, when he was around. It was just the feel of his flesh under my fingertips -- the movement of the muscles as he breathed ... couldn't resist, could I? But God, if he woke up now, and found me - Mr Tough Teenage Male - touching him -- Mr Disturb Me and Die -- and sporting a vicious hard-on as result... ! No, the Capitals just don't have enough expression to do it justice. How many different ways could I be -- like -- pulverised?

I risked a quick look at his face. Nothing there. But something was different -- what? His mouth? Yeah, it was his mouth. The lips looked -- Jesus, p'raps I shouldn't be looking at the lips, it's doing nothing for my crotch -- but they looked fuller.

Softer, with a moistness that wasn't there before. The same closed eyelids, lashes at rest on his cheeks, slight breaths of air from his nose. Mouth closed, but now the lips were moist and almost pink. Exactly as if -- as if they'd been kissed. And none too gently, either. The thought pressed impatiently at the front of my pants. But how would I know what Heero's lips looked like, kissed into any sort of submission?

"I've no idea if you've ever kissed anyone at all, pal," I said softly to the still figure. "Let alone a boy. And never me, of course. P'raps -- p'raps I'd like it to look like that -- if you had, that is." What crap I was talking! What dangerous crap! If anyone heard me, I'd be laughed out of the team. I'd spent a fair amount of my energy and acting talents in keeping my personal preferences a secret. Not that I didn't trust the guys, of course. But it wasn't their business, necessarily. Or at least, it hadn't been, until I started to realise how I felt towards one of 'em. This one, here in front of me. And now those talents seemed to be deserting me, all of a sudden; it was scary. I touched at my own lips, and found they were also rather bruised. Yo -- shocking, or what? Must be something in the air conditioning. I clutched again at my not-so-lucky pendant.

A slight movement of his face, a bleep on the monitor...

I was just going to pull away, to look out the window. After all, just how long do you think a guy can sit folded up in one of these chairs? But I felt odd -- like I'd dropped off again. P'raps Q was right, and I was a little under the weather.

"Not much of a nursemaid, am I, Heero?"

And then I was staring again but it seemed like he'd moved, over on to his side away from me, with his arm across his chest, so that his hand was resting on his hip.

The monitor was still OK, no change there. But the sheet needed pulling back, it had slipped down over his hip.

That hip, again. Couldn't seem to get past that.

A pale hip.

A bare hip.

Christ, where were his shorts?

"Oh God, man!" I was almost wailing now. Q was gonna kill me, I'd been set to look after Heero and I'd somehow lost all his clothes! How mad was that? Was someone sneaking in and taking them away? Some kind of sick joke, and I know who's not gonna be laughing --

No, I remembered now. I heard the car leave, Quatre off to meet Trowa, to do whatever they had to do. And Wufei was still somewhere across state, rounding up the rest of the bad guys. So, I thought, there's no-one else here, Duo boy. Mr I Dropped my Lids for a Second and Someone Stripped Heero -- shut up with the Capitals, you stupid jerk!

But I was fascinated, too. So that's not so rare is it -- terrified and fascinated at the same time? Terrified that Heero would kill me -- or someone would -- and yet fascinated to see more. To touch more. Of him. I could see the whole swell of his body, down from the sculpted shoulder to the cute silhouette of a nipple... and the knots of his spine all the way down his back, ending where the skin stretched and dipped in, then padded out into two, perfect buttocks...

I think I may have blurted out something in my panic. My hand flew to my throat, to find some anchor there.

A slight movement of his face, a bleep on the monitor...

And suddenly it's like I'm in a dream, and I have no goddam idea what's happening to me! Who's moving my legs? I'm standing up, leaning over him. I must be moving the sheet back over him. No, it's going the other way, fuck, fuck! Down his legs. Away from his skin.

"Oh God." More like a sob now. This is gonna end in tears, and they're gonna be mine, but I can't keep my hands off him, can I-? And he's perfect. Just like I thought he'd be. Just like I dreamed he'd be. I've wanted to see him -- touch him -- for I can't remember how long. Since before I thought about girls -- or other boys. Since I first found out that I can control a damn beast of a Gundam in battle, but have next to no control over my teenage cock. And all I've had to keep my misery at bay has been the odd glimpse in the bathroom, the occasional voyeurism at night. It's been a living hell. A living, secret hell.

"You're fabulous, Heero."

Did I say that aloud? The dream feeling is still with me, cushioning me and everything I do. My hands are back on his chest, feeling across it all, slipping shockingly into imprints that already seem to be there, depressions in his gorgeous flesh. Then I watch those same hands slide down his sides to that thin, pale skin, barely covering his hip, and I'm cupping the smooth, muscular globes of his ass, and I can barely control my breathing.

He shifts again, he rolls over on to his back, and my hands move with him, over the swell of his muscular thighs, down, down into the valley between them, down, and there's the slightest twitch of his legs, and they open a little way, and my hands are there, pressed against his balls. They're warm and tight with something I daren't imagine, and I touch -- so very gently -- on the spot behind them, massaging it. I musta imagined the shiver up his body. And I can't resist the desire anymore, I have to touch it. To touch his cock. It's there in front of me, almost beckoning, nestling in sparse, dark curls of hair. I can see that trail of hair all the way now, from his navel, down to that modest, cute little bush. His dick is soft and half awake -- I guess that's an instinctive reaction, even in this sleep. Nothing to do with me. It's thick, I can't help staring, wondering how it'd feel. Thick, and reddening at the tip, and with a gentle pulse along the vein. Oh God... And now my fingertips meet around it, and I'm starting to pump it, agonisingly slowly, and I can't stop the gasp that spills out of my mouth, and my lips are opening because I want it, I want to take it and suck it up, and claim it as mine... .

Well, the way it hardens so fast in my hand, and his hand comes up to clutch my hair -- well, that's not a dream now, is it?


I sprang back upright, dream forgotten, Armageddon approaching in the fast lane! My hand flew off his cock, and I thought I would die on the spot. Either of old-fashioned shame, or because I'd earned his hands around my throat. Mr Instant Death by My Own Bare Hands -- no, wait, I'm stopping that, aren't I? But it ain't gonna save my life, either way.

"Heero -- you're awake -- I -- good -- I -- look, I can explain --"

Who's babbling? God, it was me! I clutched at my throat.


No-one coverses as articulately as Heero Yuy. One grunt, and I knew I'd been sentenced.

"Hn. Leave it alone."

"The pendant. Don't touch it." I realised I was clutching my pendant, holding it tight. Why? Some sort of nervous habit? Am I trying to throttle myself, to escape divine retribution from God The Heero?

"Duo." He sat up, ripping off the small patch connecting to the monitor. Put his hand over mine and took it away from my throat. Away, away, I was singing in my head, he's not gonna kill me just this five minutes... . And, of course, he's still stark naked, and doesn't seem to be making any attempt to cover himself up. So I've got a good view when I go...

"That's the trigger, Duo. Your trigger. The doctor used it against you. I saw what he was doing -- I heard what he tried to bury in your subconscious. When he tried to hypnotise you."

"What are you talking about?" Attack is the best method of defense, yeah? "I'm fine, Heero. It was you he got, you've been under for hours, deep under... "

"Hn." If I didn't know better, I'd say he was blushing. "I have a confession, Duo."


"I have done something completely unethical. You must report me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hasn't he remembered my hand, all but fisting round his cock? The huge erection I've got, leaking and ruining my pants? Who's the one should be heading for report? "You've been out of it, Heero, you don't know what's going on. And --" time for pathetic joke #32 -- "I've wasted a coupla good hours' sleep nursemaiding you."

"You will be angry, Duo.

"It's been much longer than that. Look outside, it's night now.'

"....." (words fail me). But he's right. It's dark outside the shades now. "Where's the time gone?"

And then Heero smirked. Not a wide, spilling grin like mine, but a definite smile. Almost sheepish -- but self satisfied as well.

"It's gone here --," he touched his lips, "-- and here --," his nipples, God I could see how they sprang up. "And here --," only a husky whisper now -- hand on his hip - sneaking between his thighs, shining with the beginning of a slight sweat. Touching his own cock that -- bugger me, if you'll excuse the phrase -- was big, hot and alert again, and impressively beckoning.

I think I could've given a tomato a run for its money, colour wise. Anger wise, I could've thrown a few pounds of 'em instead.

"You've been unconscious."

"No. Well, I was to start with. You were sloppy with the explosives -- one of the doors blew the wrong way and caught my back. I was severely winded for a time. But I've been back awake for a while now."

I ignored the criticism -- unusual for me. "A while now?"


"So -- not under any weird mind influence business, after all?"

"No. Though Dr Dusselheim tried. And if I had not been so disciplined, he might have succeeded. He knew what could diminish me -- he just didn't get the chance."

"A while now." A while, repeated the voice in my head. Mocking me. "And you didn't say anything?"

"Hn." He was squirming. Bloody right, too. "We had to know if you were still under his influence, so we brought you in here, just to isolate you for a while, to see how -- susceptible you might still be."

"Susceptible -?" I almost shouted. I sounded furious. Dammit, I was furious!

Heero glared at me, defensive now. "It was entirely my idea. I suggested the others let me be, let you think I was still unconscious. I knew you'd never let anyone examine you, you'd never consider you might still be vulnerable. This way, I could test you."

"Test me?"

Give him credit, he winced before firing back his reply. "You were under for some time. I -- we had to know if you had resisted his methods."

"The pendant --" My hand wavered again, but I didn't touch it. Heero nodded. "That, and a word, he implanted the connection in your mind. It would trigger your obedience to whatever he ordered."

Wheels were turning in my addled brain -- gears were falling into place.

"Or to whoever knew the combination -- friend or foe."


I felt a chill all through me. "Jesus, Heero, tell me I'm not making the right connection here. Tell me I'm paranoid. Tell me you haven't been tweaking my brain, just like that psychotic maniac --"

"I just --," his voice was lower and lower.

"What? What, damn you?"

"I just couldn't resist you," he whispered.


Silence for a long time. Still, what's time when you've been jerked about by your best friend? Hey, (little voice inside head) may I remind you who was doing the jerking? My voice, when it came again, sounded very cold.

"It seems to me... "

"Duo, wait... "

"It seems to me I'm looking vulnerable to the wrong guy - not Dr Doodlemind at all. What have you been doing to me?" I put all the sternness I could into it. I coulda been a good schoolmaster. He still sat there, butt naked, tension in every limb. It sure was difficult to be so angry with that fabulous cock grinning at me. But I still was. And Heero wasn't grinning now.

"What exactly did you do?"

"I -- whenever you grabbed at the pendant, I triggered the reaction."

"And - ?"

He was a rather attractive shade of Humiliation Red. "I got you to -- take off my top and hide it. I -- asked you to touch my chest. My nipples... " He shivered.

"And -?"

"Then -- I told you to kiss me. For a long time."

My bruised lips. Of course. I folded my hands in my lap to hide my instinctive reaction. I wish to God I'd been aware of all this -- I coulda enjoyed it.

"Then I told you to take off my shorts --"

"Jesus, what else?" Even I was shocked. The Ice Man is No More!

"No, no more!" he protested. "I would not go further, not without -- without your agreement. Of course not! I just --

I thought the effect would be wearing off. I truly believed that it was, that you had resisted the worst of it. That you would recover fully with rest. Duo, I did!" I raised an eyebrow, cynically. "But before it did - I was just going to ask you to -- to touch me. My cock. To hold it. I -- wondered what it would be like. But I would never try to persuade you to do anything else -- not against your will."

"God damn... "


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