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Warning: Male/male sex, graphic, violence, language
1x2, 3x4, 5x Sally
Sacrifice + Part 8
"Let me guess," Duo snapped
as he rounded on Milliardo. "He's sacrificing himself to guard your retreat?"
Milliardo lifted a pale eyebrow, amused, looking cool and collected even
though his face was cut and full of bruises and he was moving at a fast
trot. "Of course."
Huddled in on himself and moving quickly in makeshift shoes of tied cloth,
a coatless Wu Fei said, "It is an honorable way to die."
Duo suddenly stopped retreating with them and scowled. "He can be honorable
under someone else's command. I'm going to go get him."
"That is also honorable," Wu Fei snorted, "and expected."
Duo glared. "I'm not that predictable! Both of you get to the jump point
and leave Heero to me. Don't wait." He jerked a thumb at Wu Fei. "Carry
him. Chang weighs as much as a shoulder held buster rifle, so I know you
can manage, Peacecraft."
"Less," Milliardo chuckled as he grabbed an indignant Wu Fei and slung
him over one shoulder. "Unless you want frostbite, I suggest that you
assist me by being still," Milliardo growled when Wu Fei tried to get
back down again. "Why did they take away your shoes? Did they engage in
As Duo began jogging further down the trail, he heard an angry, muffled
retort from Wu Fei. Duo couldn't help a fierce grin, but it quickly dropped
off when he heard a spate of gunfire up ahead. He whistled in code and
didn't expect a reply as he made his way to where he thought Heero was
hiding. He was off by a few yards and a few boulders, but he was soon
staring down the barrel of Heero's gun, the fierce blue eyes of his team
mate glaring at him from behind the site.
Heero managed to look both frustrated and relieved. Duo jokingly looked
wary and asked, "You're not going to kiss me again, are you?"
Heero blushed and looked away towards where Duo assumed the enemy was
hiding, waiting for a good target. "That was... I..." Heero scowled darkly
and decided not to continue.
"Later," Duo replied, but a devil made him add, "When I can appreciate
He saw Heero start out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time
to spare for anything more than getting Heero past his embarrassment and
back on his game. As for himself, he was beginning to worry, especially
when he felt the need to sit down and simply try to breathe. If anyone
was going to stay behind, he decided, it was going to be himself. He didn't
think that he could make it back to the jump site, running and in a gunfight.
Convincing Heero that it was necessary was another thing.
"No," Heero suddenly said.
"Huh?" Duo started.
"You can make it," Heero told him confidently.
"Think so?" Duo grinned, the fact that Heero knew him that well, making
him feel warmer than his fever.
"I know so," Heero replied with a smirk, and then aimed his gun and fired
off two shots.
Duo wiped the sweat from his brow. "Did you actually see a target?" he
wondered as Heero reloaded with a new clip.
"No, just a best guess," Heero replied as he checked his load.
"What'cha got left?" Duo asked and hated how he couldn't say the words
properly. He was fading and running out of time.
"Just this clip," Heero replied. "You?"
Duo shrugged. "Nothing that can blast through rock. We're going to have
to move. If I fall, don't stop. That's an order, Heero."
"Yes, sir," Heero replied and sounded sincere in his response.
"You're bull shitting me, aren't you?" Duo panted as he levered himself
onto his feet with Heero's hand under his elbow.
"Yes, sir," Heero replied in the same tone.
"We'll talk about charges of insa-insab- whatever, later," Duo said with
difficulty. "Now... move your ass agent, and let's bug out."
Heero fired another shot at the distance and then Duo was suddenly being
hauled forward at a run by Heero's tremendous strength.
They made the jump point, but Duo didn't remember much of it. He was seeing
red and his heart was hammering in his chest. He felt the sting of a bullet
kissing skin twice, and fell full length once. Heero kept him up and moving,
though, and all but threw him into the open hatch of the ship. It was
hovering just off the ground, engines roaring and heat blasting into their
faces. Duo felt the g of lift flat on his back on cold metal, and the
wet of a snow flurry in his face, and then his mind passed into no man's
land and he couldn't tell what was real or what was a fever dream.
There were moments when Duo almost regained consciousness. He remembered
hearing voices arguing and wished they'd be quiet. He felt needles prick
him and the dragging pain of an IV and a catheter. There was a smell,
antiseptic and harsh, and hands that turned and lifted him occasionally.
Finally, things slowly drifted back into focus and he heard voices he
"Is there a reason why the nurse isn't doing this?" Wu Fei's voice. Duo
could almost imagine that lifted, thin eyebrow and the arrogant expression
on the man's face.
"The man was too rough," Heero's voice replied. Something slid over Duo's
skin that felt cool and strange. Water? Alcohol? It tingled."
"Heero, this is most unlike you," Wu Fei said and sounded worried. "You've
hardly left this room. Duo is in capable hands. Do you feel that you owe
him a debt for your life?"
Something Wu Fei would understand, Duo thought blearily.
"We're soldiers... agents," Heero replied. The wetness let off and a dry
towel began passing over where the wet spots lingered. "You don't keep
score like that."
Wu Fei was quiet and then he wondered, "Does he know?"
Know what? Duo wondered and tried to open his eyes. They felt sticky and
as heavy as lead weights.
"I... I think so," Heero replied. "He said that we would... talk about
"Then you don't know whether he is...interested?" Wu Fei seemed very uncomfortable
by the subject.
"No," Heero replied.
"Then, perhaps you should reconsider administering his next bath?" Wu
Fei said disapprovingly. "It is one thing to have an impersonal nurse
do that task, but someone he knows? Someone under his command? Do you
see the potential for... awkwardness..., Yuy?"
"I only wanted..." Heero stopped and Duo could hear him moving as if to
leave. "I suppose you're right."
Duo found the strength to reach out. He found flesh and closed on it weakly.
"No," his voice was papery thin. "Don't go. Tell me... what the hell happened?"
Duo's body didn't have the strength to think much of a sponge bath, even
by someone he was attracted too, but it still made him blush to know that
Heero's hands had just been all over him. When Heero settled a blanket
over him, he was glad for the security, the warmth, and the embarrassing
distraction. He needed to pull himself together. He needed to focus. He
"Duo?" Heero said and Duo could tell that he was leaning close, offering
it's own kind of distraction.
"Present," Duo said, but then coughed in the next moment and found a great
deal to cough up. Heero held him until he finished and then eased him
back onto his pillow. Duo's lungs ached.
"You contracted pneumonia," Wu Fei informed him. "You're stabilized now,
but very weak. You're being fed fluids and antibiotics intravenously.
Down time, estimated three months."
Duo's eyes flew open, given strength by his outrage. "Like hell!" he snapped
"It's necessary," Heero told him. "They have very good treatments, but
you will be very short of breath and tire easily until they are effective."
Duo tried to remember their evac. "I was shot..."
"Grazes," Heero assured him.
"Now they're going to think I'm a candy ass," Duo grumbled. "Duo Maxwell,
taken out in the mission by the flu."
Wu Fei snorted and slipped on his jacket. "I see that he's safe and in
good hands, Yuy. I think that I will spare myself the wining stage of
our commander's recovery."
"Sure, run..." Duo groused weakly and then sank back into his pillow,
the room spinning.
"Duo?" Heero called anxiously.
It was a moment before Duo could respond. "Okay... Just tired."
"I'll tell the others that you've decided to stay among the living," Wu
Fei said and then Duo heard the click of his shoes retreating and the
swing of a door.
"He's damned confidant," Duo replied, "I don't feel that good."
"Should I call the doctor?" Heero wondered.
"Nah, just don't like feeling like this," Duo replied as he rubbed at
his eyes with a shaky hand. "Is Doctor Groenig taking care of me? He's
my favorite. He's the only one who knows what the hell he's doing."
"Yes, I'm taking care of you." A doctor with a computer pad was suddenly
looking down into Duo's eyes. He was East Indian and wore a pair of round
"Shit! Didn't know you were here," Duo exclaimed, blinking eyes at him.
He smiled in relief in the next moment. "I'm glad you're here, doc. You
know I trust ya. You always get me patched up fast."
The doctor coughed and held up a fax. "Yes, well, I am a married man,
Agent Maxwell, and while I am flattered by your interest..."
The door swung open and a male nurse came in to collect the bathing supplies.
He saw the paper in the doctor's hand and laughed, "Hey, I got one of
those junk mails too. What a nut job."
Duo frowned, his mind slowly lining up and making sense out of something
that had been putting two and two together in the back of his thoughts.
"You're not on my address book. Why did you get one?" The man shrugged.
Clarity punctured the fever fog and Duo's hand gripped Heero's arm tightly.
"The scientists got them too... and our little traitor..." Duo squeezed
his eyes shut, trying to battle weariness and stay focused. "That means
it's propagating through email address books. Everyone I know and everyone
Heero was suddenly alert and pulling out his cell phone. "That means that
we can pick up the virus and find it's footprints. We can find out who
else might have been helping inform the enemy of our movements."
Duo heard Heero talking on his cell, informing headquarters to begin the
search. The virus may have eaten up its source, but it wasn't eating up
its trail to other computers and fax machines.
"Duo?" The doctor checked Duo's temperature. "Time to let your partner
there take care of things. You need to rest. Your heart rate is too elevated."
"'kay," Duo mumbled, exhausted now, by even that effort. "Good to know
I can solve a case even mostly dead. Heero can take care of it now. The
guy's a rock... my rock... my Heero... That's why... That's why I love
the guy..."Duo heard his own slurred voice say that last as if someone
else were saying it. Everything went very quiet as alarm made his heart
thud. He hadn't meant to say that. His exhaustion had made his mind forget
to keep it inside his brain.
Heero was suddenly there in his fading vision, dark blue eyes intense
and needy. "Duo, sleep. We'll... We'll talk later... love."
Later, Duo thought as he was dragged under into unconsciousness. When
was it going to be later? He wanted it to be later now.
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