Good Catholic Boy (cont)
"This will be your room." He
heard just before the knock sounded at the door.
Heero frowned. He'd hoped to keep the room for himself. He was so close
to having Duo ask him for it. He wanted the privacy. He needed it. Taking
Duo in Mrs. Murray's house would be a dangerous proposition. He sighed.
Then again, maybe it didn't matter.
He'd waited at the gate of St. Brigid's for half an hour yesterday afternoon,
the all-important fourth doujinshi in his jacket, but the boy hadn't shown.
No one had been able to tell him where Duo was -- or maybe they just wouldn't.
There had been no one at Mrs. Murray's house.
Damn! Being an orphan was a bitch. Why did shit always have to happen
He wondered if the old woman had grown suspicious of him and had moved
them without warning. His first and only foster family had done that to
him, leaving him to come home and find the empty house and the social
workers waiting to take him to the orphanage. He'd been eight then and,
with that firmness of resolve that had always defined his being, he had
decided never to let anyone do that to him again. Anytime someone acted
like they might want him, he'd shown them they didn't. Now, he'd probably
be here until he was eighteen. It wasn't so bad, he told himself.
He shouldn't have let himself become so interested in Duo. He shouldn't
have let himself care about Duo. He should have just kept it a simple
seduction. He should have treated Duo like any other conquest. He wouldn't
make that mistake again.
He opened the door, still frowning. The orphanage director stood at the
door, behind him-- Heero froze. Duo? Crying? He felt his determination
"Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy." Duo's head jerked up and his violet eyes grew
wide. "Heero, would you watch out for him for the next few days, show
him the ropes?" The director grimaced. "His foster mother, uh, passed
"Yes, sir. I will." Heero held out a hand. "Pleased to meet you Duo, come
in." Duo took his hand, confused, shaking it as he walked into the room.
The director seemed satisfied. Heero shut the door in his face. It was
the kind of thing the director expected of him.
Heero grabbed Duo and clapped a hand to his mouth, whispering, "Quiet.
He's still at the door. Play along." Duo nodded, understanding.
He let Duo go and spoke in a normal voice again. "This is your bed. Here,
let me take your things."
"Thank you. Heero was it?"
Oh, he was good. "Hai." They heard the director walk away. "Damn, Duo,
what are you doing here?"
"Mrs. Murray-- she..." He began crying again.
It tore Heero's heart. The last traces of his commitment to forget Duo
and stick to satisfying himself vanished. He took Duo in his arms and
held him. "It's OK, Duo. She's in Heaven now with God and the angels and
stuff." He didn't believe in Heaven or any god or angels -- except fallen
angels. But he knew Duo did, and he knew it was what he needed to hear
right now. After a minute, Duo collected himself again, pulling away.
"Th--Thanks." He threw Heero a wan smile. "I'm glad I ended up in your
"Here, just lay down on the bed and relax." He'd wanted to say that for
so long in an entirely different context. It would have to wait now. This
was definitely not the time to try something. He walked over to the desk
and collected the pages he'd been working on. "I'll put your things away."
He slid them and the pencils and pens into the drawer and turned back
to Duo. "You can tell me about it. Then we'll go to dinner." He took Duo's
bag over to the second closet and dresser and began unloading it.
Heero had been thrilled when he saw Duo and knew they would be sharing
a room, but hearing his story he wished it hadn't happened this way. Mrs.
Murray had suffered another heart attack. They'd taken Duo from school
straight to the hospital. He'd sat by her bed, not crying as he watched
Father Riordan performing the last rites -- precautionary, he was told.
He sat there until visiting hours were over, not crying. The nurse came
and he convinced her to let him stay, not crying. Mrs. Murray had opened
her eyes, seen him, told him to be a good boy. He hadn't cried.
Then the monitors had started screaming and the nurses and doctors had
run in, pushing him out of their way. Fifteen minutes later they called
the code and filed out, forgetting the boy standing in the corner, not
crying. In that moment of alone-ness, he'd gone to her, looking at the
body, knowing she was dead. He missed her terribly. He was afraid of what
was coming. He had no idea where he was going to go. He cried.
Heero sat beside him, trying to find an occasional word of comfort as
Duo repeated parts of his story, but basically keeping his mouth shut.
He didn't know what to say in these kinds of situations. He'd never had
anyone who was an almost-mother to him as Mrs. Murray had been to Duo.
All he could do was sit there, let Duo cling to him as he cried, and hold
him gently in response. It seemed to be enough.
They sat in silence for a few minutes after Duo finished, watching each
other. Duo was surprised to find carefully restrained tears brimming in
Heero's eyes. It made him feel better. Heero cared about him. Heero would
take care of him now. He belonged again. Belonging with Heero didn't seem
so bad anymore. Actually, it seemed very good. "You said something about
dinner?" he said, voice still unsteady as he wiped the wetness from his
Heero glanced at the clock. "Yeah. Just a sec." Heero walked over to the
desk, picked up his glass of water and returned to Duo's bed. He dabbed
his fingers in it, then to Duo's face, wetting it. Using the corner of
the sheet, he wiped away the last tracks of tears. "There. Let's go."
As they approached the dining hall, Duo's arm around Heero's waist, they
spotted the other three Fallen Angels. "Wait right here," he told Duo,
parking him against the wall. "I'll be back in a minute." Duo watched
him walk over to the other three boys and talk to them for a moment. They
all looked at him.
"Hey, pretty boy, looking for a friend?"
Duo jumped and looked up to find a much taller, much older boy -- he must
be at least seventeen -- standing over him. "Uh." He cringed away as the
boy reached for him.
"You are one fine piece of--"
"Shut up, Jason." Heero's voice was so cold it froze the older boy where
he stood. Heero glared up at him as he came alongside Duo and his arm
closed around Duo's waist in that tight, possessive hold Duo had always
hated. Now, it made him feel safe. "If you lay a finger on him I... will...
kill... you." Heero said the last four words slowly, emphatically, his
voice even colder than before, leaving no doubt that they were not merely
a threat, but a promise. Duo glanced behind him and saw the other three
Angels trying to match Heero's glare.
"And if Yuy doesn't, I will," Wufei said softly. Trowa and Quatre nodded.
"Ah, sorry, guys. Didn't know he was taken. No hard feelings?" Their faces
told him there were. "Oh, there's someone I need to talk to over there."
He hurried away.
Duo breathed. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. Heero's
arm relaxed around him as they turned, just a friendly arm now.
Heero bowed slightly to Wufei. "Thank you."
Wufei chuckled. "Justice would be you two together."
Heero's hand slid down to Duo's butt.
"And Wufei always wants to see Justice served," Trowa said, smiling at
Duo grabbed Heero's hand and moved it back to his waist.
Quatre snickered. "I told you he has spirit, Heero."
Duo looked over and found Heero smiling at him, amused.
"Let's go eat," Wufei said.
They sat around the table talking about school and what they'd done today
and what they were going to do tomorrow and Wufei's girlfriend Meiran.
The other boys teased him about her gently. Apparently they hadn't even
kissed yet. He glanced at Heero, remembering their first kiss and smiled.
As they finished, Duo realized none of them had asked him why he was at
the orphanage. That must have been why Heero had left him earlier. He'd
wanted to tell them so they wouldn't ask. Heero Yuy, he decided, was not
nearly the rough, street-hardened tough-boy he pretended to be. Well,
maybe he was, but that wasn't all he was. Duo liked that.
After dinner, Heero gave Duo a tour of the orphanage -- the weight room,
the basketball courts, the rec room, the library, the small park across
the street, where they paused for a while to kiss among the bushes. He
also showed him Trowa's and Quatre's room and Wufei's room. "In case you
"I told you that a lot of guys would think you're beautiful enough to
chase. A few of them live here -- like Jason. Why do you think I've been
parading you around like this?" He saw the blank look and smiled. "Good
Catholic boy doesn't know anything about the real world. We've made them
think you're *with* me. They'll probably leave you alone."
Duo wasn't entirely sure what "with" meant in that context. He was pretty
sure it had something to do with the doujinshi he'd missed. He needed
to ask Heero about that sometime. He didn't think he wanted to see it
right now though. He needed to get himself sorted out first.
Heero led them back to their room.
"You forgot one important thing," Duo said as he walked in behind Heero
and closed the door. "The bathroom." He needed to pee.
He turned from the door and saw Heero, shirtless and unbuttoning his jeans.
"What are you doing?"
Heero looked at him, confused by the question. "I'm taking off my clothes."
"Well, yeah, but... why?"
"I need a shower. You might want to shower with me for the next few days,
just in case a few of the guys didn't get the hint."
"But... but... you're gonna go outside naked?" Actually, Duo wanted to
know if Heero looked like the boy in the doujinshi. The top half did.
Actually, the top half looked even better. Maybe it was because it was
real life, not just pictures on a page. The tiny line of hair tantalized
him as it dove into Heero's waistband, reminding him of the dark patch
of hair and the heavy-- "Take a shower with you?"
"The showers are like the showers in a locker room. There'll probably
be a dozen other guys there. You'll be safe if you're with me. Now strip
and get your stuff ready." He saw the hesitation. "Oh, come on, Duo. Everyone
here is a guy and knows what a naked guy looks like." He wasn't trying
to be mean, but the only way to get over a fear of public showers was
to just do it. He pulled off his jeans and underwear.
Duo stared at him for a moment. Heero did look like the boy in the doujinshi.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, very slowly. Heero wanted to do it for
him, and his pants, and those red boxers he knew would be peeking out
any minute. He put it aside, wrapping the towel around his waist.
Later. There would be plenty of time for that later.
They walked down the hall together, Duo hoping he wasn't too bright a
shade of red. They stood at the urinals together. Heero led him into the
showers, holding his hand to steady him on the wet floor and showing him
the small shelf for his soap, shampoo and conditioner. Duo pretended it
was just like showering in gym class and that everyone had their eyes
on the wall lest Father Padraig catch them. He adjusted the spray to a
nice, almost-too-hot, pulled the tie off the end of his braid and stepped
under the water, letting the hiss drown out the other boys as he began
to wash himself.
Five minutes later he felt a light touch on his shoulder. It was Heero.
"Wash my back?"
Maybe it wasn't quite like gym. Duo nodded. He stepped over to stand behind
Heero and ran the soapy cloth across his back in slow circles. Of course,
he had to hold onto Heero's hard bicep to stabilize himself on the slippery
tile floor -- or so he told himself -- and he had to watch his step on
the floor too -- which just happened to give him a perfect view of Heero's
butt. It looked a lot like the beautiful butt in the doujinshi, only better.
He washed it too, feeling the firm muscle tensing and releasing beneath
"I think that's probably enough." Heero said, "Want me to do yours?"
Duo nodded again and stepped under the shower. Heero gently lifted his
hair over his right shoulder and let it hang down his chest and thigh.
Then the snug grip on his arm, and the cloth was moving across his back,
up and down his spine, Heero's fingers occasionally slipping over the
edge to touch his skin sending a surge of excitement through him. Heero
washed his butt too. That felt very good.
He started to turn around to rinse his back when Heero finished, but Heero
held him and whispered, "Keep facing the wall. Some of the other guys
get nervous when they see someone sporting a hard-on in the shower." Duo
looked down and saw what he was talking about. Heero guided him forward,
letting the water fall down his back, then pulled him clear of the spray.
"I'll wash your hair for you," he said as he shifted the long mass onto
Duo's back again.
That really didn't help Duo's predicament. He couldn't remember anyone
else ever washing his hair. It was an intimate, erotic experience, made
more so because Heero was doing it. The hands massaged his scalp, working
in the shampoo, then began moving down his neck and back, lingering on
his butt, then down his thighs, then climbing back up to his head. Little
shivers raced through his body every time Heero's fingers pushed through
the hair to his skin. Heero moved Duo a step forward to rinse, then repeated
the process with the conditioner.
"Huh?" Heero looked around. The other boys were gone. They were alone.
"Heero, please. It hurts," Duo whispered, eyes closed as he faced the
He looked over Duo's shoulder, then reached down and gently teased back
the foreskin, relieving some of the tightness. Duo thrust against his
fingers as he did. "Better?"
"Heero, please, make it soft."
He considered. That would be dangerous. He wasn't really concerned about
being discovered. Most of the other boys knew he was gay. But he didn't
want to rush Duo, especially now. "Duo, I don't think--"
He sighed. Duo really wanted this, and he knew what he was asking for.
Heero decided he could be careful. "OK, we probably have a few minutes.
Just a quick one." He moved up close behind Duo, arranging himself to
point up between them, resting along Duo's crack, so he wouldn't accidentally
do what he really wanted to do with Duo. Duo wasn't ready for that. Quit
thinking about his ass, he told himself as he wrapped the fingers of both
hands around Duo's cock, covering all but the tip, and began stroking
"Mmmmmm." Duo's pelvis thrust gently in time with Heero's hands, his tight
butt cheeks rubbing against Heero. That surprised Heero and stirred him
fully erect. "Oh. Heero." It only took a few seconds of Heero's hands
enveloping him, moving in long rapid strokes along his length before Duo
passed the point of no return. "Ooohhhh!" He spilled himself against the
wall, onto the floor, the water washing away the traces of his pleasure.
"Mmmm. That feels better, Heero. Thank you." Heero held him for half a
minute until he was steady on his feet again.
"Your turn," Duo said, looking over his shoulder at Heero, moving up and
down on his toes and pressing against him, teasing him.
Heero hadn't expected the offer, knew he shouldn't accept it, but he wanted
it badly, no thanks to Duo's tempting, and Duo was offering freely. There
was no chance he could hurt Duo this way. He nodded.
Hair thrown over his left side, toward Heero's back, Duo knelt beside
him. Heero hadn't expected a blow-job either, but before he could say
anything he found Duo had something else in mind. Duo grabbed him, the
right hand's slender fingers closing around his hard cock, the left reaching
between his legs to dig gently in his jewels. "Aaaa." He'd waited for
that touch for so long, wondered what it would be like. "Nnnnn." Duo's
hands had barely begun to move when he felt the pleasure boiling up within
him. "Aaaaaa!" He came, splashing against the wall, pouring himself out.
It was wonderful. As he finished and felt himself begin to shrink back
to normal, Duo's mouth closed over his still-sensitive tip and sucked
once drawing a sharp gasp from him.
Duo looked up at Heero, rolling the trace of liquid on his tongue. "Mmm.
You taste different." He smiled at the surprise on Heero's face.
Adventurous, daring Catholic boy, Heero though. You are going to have
so much fun when we finally move beyond these little forerunners and get
to the real thing.
They heard voices in the bathroom outside and Heero pulled Duo to his
"Was I OK?" Duo asked.
Heero grinned. "Very OK. Are you done?"
Heero blinked when he thought about what that might really mean. He knew
Duo wasn't ready.