Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warnings: Guy/guy sex. Graphic. Violent. Major language alert. (Duo, you
have such a potty mouth) (Well, I am a teenager, dear) Heero angst and
The Rain series + Part 2
There was a tension between
Duo and himself, Heero felt, too many things unspoken hanging heavy in
the air. Heaviest of all was Heero's refusal to acknowledge that he had
read Duo's journal and that he had been sloppy enough to alert Duo to
the fact. Duo's knowing smirk, when he returned from the gym, let Heero
know that he wasn't fooling the young man this time either.
Choosing to ignore Duo, Heero concentrated on his homework. He was sitting
at the small table, his laptop open and his fingers busily dancing over
the keys using the rapid, two finger method. The hairs on his neck prickled
when Duo, without warning, suddenly leaned close to his ear. He smelled
strongly of sweat and he was pulling off a white bandanna and wiping his
face with it.
"Make some mistakes," Duo told him. "We're supposed to
be learning this stuff, remember?"
Heero sat stiffly, Duo's face very close to his own. Out of the corner
of his eye, he saw Duo's hair, spiky with perspiration, and his large,
clear, amethyst eyes, almost glowing like a cat's in the light of the
laptop screen. Duo swiveled those eyes to regard Heero. His ever present
smile grew wider. He knew Heero was looking at him while pretending to
Heero stood up, fists clenched. He was angry, ready to explode, but he
didn't know what to say, or what, exactly, was making him so angry. The
look on his face made Duo wary and Duo backed up a few steps, giving himself
enough room to defend himself if he needed to.
Duo regarded Heero for a long, tense moment and then he said, surprising
Heero, "Sorry, Heero. I'm just used to being... Well, it's hard to
explain without putting myself down, but, hey, I grew up on L2. Being
sneaky and playing the con was bread and butter there if you wanted to
survive. I know a lot about manipulating people, making myself appear
to be something I'm not. Oz ran L2 with an iron fist. They made survival
a game of wits and I, " He recaptured his grin, "I was the champion
of the game. No one was slicker than the Kid at conning Oz soldiers out
of supplies, out of information, and out of being taken by the sweepers
to the institutions for the destitute. Trust me, that wasn't a charitable
organization. It was more like a death camp for the poor and the troublemakers."
The Kid. The name tattooed on Duo's leg. Heero filed that slip of the
tongue, if slip it was, along with the other information he had just been
given. It all still had to be confirmed, of course, Heero thought. A person
who admitted to being the champion of the con game might very likely be
running yet another con.
"I was slicker than grease at getting away from them," Duo was
saying proudly. "Still am."
"Not always," Heero replied as he turned off his computer and
shut it. His anger was suddenly cooling as he found a sudden weapon that
Duo himself had handed to him. "You have an Oz tracking number on
Duo's face went very ugly. Heero looked up in time to see it before it
smoothed out into a pleasant grin again. A mask, Heero realized. A cover.
An act. A con. Duo said very calmly and precisely. "Don't go there,
Heero brushed that off. He felt immensely better for having found a flaw
in Duo, an indication that he wasn't as capable or as confident as he
pretended. "The first part of our mission must be implemented tomorrow
night," Heero told him, "We'll leave the campus separately with
explanations for our absence submitted ahead of time. Finish your school
work before then. Everything must be in order so that our absence doesn't
Duo began to strip off his sweat soaked clothes as he replied, "Worry
about yourself, Yuy. You're the one who keeps drawing suspicion."
Duo trailed clothes as he walked into the bathroom. As the last pieces,
his black socks, hit the floor, and Duo hopped and balanced from one foot
to the other to accomplish the feat without stopping, Heero was given
a full view of a very slim body, angular hips, a rounded ass, and a clear
look between Duo's legs. As Duo turned to shut the door behind him, Heero
was given an almost full frontal view of Duo Maxwell hidden only by a
glittering gold cross on his breast.
Heero only had time to wonder why Duo didn't have any hair below his navel,
a warmth spreading below his own, before pain lashed him like a whip.
It was like molten lava, electrocution, blinding, intolerable pain that
was worse than anything Heero had ever felt before. He bowed under it,
hissed and panted, clutching at his forehead.
"Is this the crap they give us for soap and shampoo?" Duo's
voice swore through the door. "Why don't they just whip up a vat
of lye?" The rest of his grumbling was drowned out by the shower
Heero fell to his knees. He shut off all sensations and all thoughts of
Duo. He filled his mind, instead, with his mission, running over timetables
and blueprints with the cold efficiency of a computer. The pain lessened
reluctantly and then faded, leaving him white and shaking.
Heero tore himself off of the floor and stood, with hands balled into
fists, staring at the door of the bathroom. He could have happily murdered
Duo just then if the young man had been standing in front of him. That
wash of emotion was enough to clear his head completely and he felt a
surge of contentment as a reward. It whispered to him, Duo was unimportant
except where he pertained to the mission. His body was important only
because it had to be strong enough to carry out that mission. All other
considerations had to be eliminated. Duo was a tool, nothing more, nothing
When Duo stepped out of the bathroom and began to dress, Heero was composed
again and at his laptop, back turned firmly away. He heard Duo pause and
stand quietly. He could feel Duo's eyes on his back.
"Look, man," Duo said at last. "Let's not get off on the
wrong foot, k? We're partners. Let's get along and finish the job. I won't
stick my nose in your business and you'll stop snooping around in mine,
"No," Heero replied.
"No?" Duo echoed. Heero could imagine Duo scratching his head,
"I don't know anything about you," Heero elaborated. "I
don't like unknown factors. I'll follow orders and be your partner, but
I will continue to investigate and make certain of you. If I discover
that you are an Oz operative or a counter terrorists, I will eliminate
"So," Duo replied irritably. "Does that mean you'll follow
me around too?"
"If it becomes necessary, yes."
"Then I hope you aren't prudish," Duo laughed grimly. "Because
I'm going out to try and fuck someone I met at the gym. You may get an
Heero did turn then, control complete. Duo was dressed all in black and
his hair was braided neatly down his back. He looked grimly at Heero from
under his long chestnut bangs and his eyes were glittering dangerously,
lacking in the humor his voice was portraying.
"You should be studying the mission," Heero said, not understanding.
"Fraternizing with the civilians of this school endangers our cover
and distracts you from our mission priorities."
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Duo asked with a grin, "or
one of those uptight people who can't get their head around the fact that
people have sex?" He sunk his hands into his pockets and cocked his
head sideways at Heero impishly. "I may be a Gundam pilot and a terrorist,
Heero, but I'm also a teenager jacked up on hormones. Maybe you can jerk
off and keep yourself happy with endless streams of mission parameters,
but I need to fuck someone besides my right hand or I'll lose it."
He smirked. "Don't worry. I picked a nice quiet guy who won't give
me any trouble. He doesn't want anything but a quick suck or a bang too.
Either way, it should take all of three minutes. Not long enough to jeopardize
anything, even my time. I'll be back memorizing mindless streams of data
before you know it."
Heero didn't reply. He wasn't sure what he could say. They weren't in
a regular military. He wasn't Duo's commander. Dr. J. had given him an
order to allow this man on his mission as an expert in bomb making, stealth,
and computer hacking. So far, Heero had yet to see a demonstration of
any of those abilities. The only demonstration Heero had seen so far,
was of Duo's ability to play at being something he wasn't, a regular teenager
going to school.
"If this mission doesn't succeed, and it is because of your lack
of preparation-," Heero began, but Duo cut him off.
"I know! I know! You'll kill me, right?" Duo chuckled and his
humor seemed genuine now. "I was trained by the best, Heero,"
He said as he headed for the door. "I was trained by life on L2.
I won't disappoint you."
Duo paused at the door. He smiled very wide, like a cat with cream as
he gave a parting shot over his shoulder, "Have fun."
Heero scowled, wondering at the significance of that remark. As soon as
Duo was well away, Heero sat at his laptop and hacked into the school
security camera system. At once, he picked up Duo walking briskly through
the halls with his hands in his pockets, braid swinging behind him. He
met another young man at the end of the row of dorms, a tall, thin, plain
looking person with a thatch of black hair and a wide, worshiping look
in his dark eyes. Duo motioned to him and the young man followed him out
of the building like an eager puppy.
That Duo was homosexual didn't bother Heero. Sexual orientation, and sex
for that matter, were of no importance to him. Sex, love, friendship...
they were all things reserved for people who weren't soldiers, who hadn't
given their life to a cause. That Duo was indulging himself in the behavior
that Heero had denied himself, indicated to Heero a lack of dedication
to the cause and a glaring weakness. Heero was forced to put Duo into
a category he wasn't comfortable with, one of uncertain loyalties.
The cameras picked up Duo and the young man walking towards a small campus
park. There was a bench. Duo sat on top of the back of it, feet on the
seat, and jacket across his knees.
The young man talked nervously, rubbing hands against his thighs and looking
around as if afraid of discovery. Heero could see that Duo was replying,
calm and collected. At last, the young man nodded and then kneeled in
front of Duo.
The darkness was almost complete, only a lamp, set high on a post, giving
long shadows to everything. The young man was hidden by Duo's coat. Duo's
hands gripped the bench top hard and his chin tilted back, eyes closed
and a large grin plastered on his face. Heero could just make out some
movement of his hips.
Heero counted the minutes. At least five passed before Duo jerked and
leaned forward. The young man stood up, wiping off his mouth. Duo gave
him a smile and then they were rearranging their clothes and standing
up. The young man looked embarrassed. Duo was reassuring him of something
and shrugging. Heero read his lips.
"Next time, " Duo was saying, "You'll make it until I actually
do something to you." And then he laughed and the young man nervously
laughed too, still embarrassed.
They walked back towards the dorms and Heero turned off the laptop. He
sat for several long moments, analyzing what he had just seen. It hadn't
been titillating for him. It had made him angry and judgmental. It was
those emotions he was analyzing. Neither of them seemed called for. Duo
had been discrete, just as he had promised. The young man who had serviced
him did seem quiet and easily manipulated. It had taken two minutes longer
than promised, but Heero felt that Duo hadn't been serious about that
time table. He took longer to eat a meal, Heero thought.
Duo was generating far too many new and disturbing emotions in him, Heero
thought, and knew it was the young man's very nature that was causing
it. Heero had only dealt with Duo and the other pilots briefly. He was
a loner in life and on missions, liking it that way, wishing nothing more
than to give his life without question to the cause and to do it perfectly.
Forced into a room with a man who seemed his complete opposite, it was
natural that he would be off balance and confused by Duo's rough and irreverent
Heero worried about the mission. He went over it in his mind once more,
paying particular attention to Duo's role in it. He tried to imagine Duo
going through the mission parameters with the exacting perfecting it required.
Heero couldn't match the image with the scenario of mission completed.
The door opened. Duo stepped into the room and then stopped, eyebrows
raised on his cheerful face as he saw Heero standing at the center of
the room not looking at anything, but deep in thought. His amethyst eyes
studied Heero, looking for some clue as to Heero's mood. When he didn't
find any, he opted for boldness. He sauntered past Heero confidently,
sat on the bed, and then pulled out his own laptop to study the mission.
"I'll pretend to be sick in the morning," Duo said as he stared
at the screen of the computer. "Stomach flue, I think. It will get
me out of classes and I can spend the day making the bombs. He pointed
to the blueprint of the Oz installation on his computer screen. "This
section here has very strong supports. I'm going to need a lot of firepower.
It'll be dicey carrying around charges like that. I'll have to be quick,
Heero had already calculated the time it would take to make the bombs
and the extra time needed to move carefully with them. He nodded understanding
when he didn't really understand at all. The Duo sitting on his single
bed before him, going over the mission with the steady, serious, informed
air of a man twice his age wasn't the Duo who had left him a scant twenty
minutes before to have another young man kneel between his legs to have
sex. This Duo seemed the epitome of professionalism.
"Well?" Duo prompted with a small, smile that told Heero that
he knew precisely what he was thinking.
Duo was extremely perceptive, Heero thought. Duo was picking up cues from
Heero that revealed his thoughts and intentions so clearly that Duo might
as well have been mind reading him. It made Heero feel vulnerable in a
way he hadn't felt since he had been very young and in training. Heero
had thought his defenses impenetrable, his cold, passionless stare and
attitude a wall between himself and other people that no one could breech.
Duo was making a mockery of it, passing through it as if it had never
existed, laying Heero bare to his scrutiny as if Duo were strip searching
Again, Heero felt angry. That anger was rewarded by a feeling of deeper
contentment. He should be angry at other people, that contentment told
him. He should resent and hate people when they appeared to be better
than he was. It was his duty to excel, to be the best, to be perfect.
He needed to be all of those things if he was going to win the war. He
couldn't let Duo confuse him and make him think otherwise. He couldn't
let Duo rattle him with his clever perceptions and observations.
Heero looked down at Duo and suddenly saw something in those large, oddly
colored eyes; an edge, a hardness, a clever glint that didn't match the
pleasant smile on Duo's face. Heero saw calculation there and that was
something he understood completely. It was almost a relief to find it.
Safe ground to climb onto in the maelstrom of uncertainty Duo had tried
to drown him in. That look in Duo's eyes told Heero that Duo wasn't what
he seemed. He wasn't a teenager able to be happy, to mix pleasure with
mission, to live a normal life while secretly planting bombs and killing
whole sale. That glint of hardness was the same as the one in Heero's
eyes. It was the hallmark of a mind that was planning, thinking death
and destruction, calculating how to get the upper hand over an enemy.
An enemy, Heero thought grimly, yes, everyone was a threat, a potential
enemy. Heero, for the first time, began to have a little more confidence
that Dr. J had made the right decision in including Duo in the mission.
It wasn't until that moment that he had understood his real reluctance
where Duo was concerned. His fear, he realized, had been that Duo wasn't
cold blooded or dedicated enough to complete the mission, that he didn't
have the proper personality of a soldier, that he wouldn't be able to
kill when it was called for. Now, Heero didn't have any doubt of it at
"Acceptable," was all Heero said at last in reply to Duo, but
that one word said volumes.
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