Duo's teeth clenched down on
the rubber as Heero began adding pressure with the help of Wufei and Trowa.
Agony tore through his arm and he gripped Quatre's hand like death (no
pun intended), cutting off the blonde boy's circulation. Had he not been
immobilized by the other two, Duo would have reacted out of instinct and
struck out at Heero. And I would never forgive myself for that. Duo's
vision went white and red as the pain came. He felt only the pressure
in his arm. Hearing large pop and crack, Duo was reminded of Heero setting
his own leg. He made a note never to tease the other boy about it ever
again. Then, abruptly, the pain stopped. He was vaguely aware that he'd
been screaming, as his throat had suddenly become raw. He felt them wrapping
the splint, felt himself release Quatre's now bruised hand. He glanced
apologetically at the blonde.
he whispered, earning a gentle hand running through his hair.
"I just hope we'll never have to do that again."
"Arigatou, guys," Duo added as Trowa and Wufei began cleaning
up their used supplies and the blood on the table. For the first time,
Duo noticed the blood. It was his. Heero followed the direction his gaze
as he stared with morbid fascination.
"You gave us quite a scare, Duo," the Japanese pilot sighed,
memorizing the other boy's features. He never wanted anything like this
to happen again, but he would do all he could not to forget Duo anyway.
Heero didn't notice when moisture began collecting at the edges of his
eyes, forming tears in his long lashes. Duo did though and reached up
with one bandaged finger to brush them away before he realized what he
was doing. The other three boys had long since departed to the kitchen,
though three sets of eyes were curiously peering out from the doorframe.
"You know, we shouldn't be spying," Quatre hissed trying to
pull away only to find Trowa's hand firmly pushing him back to where he
"This is the only entertainment we get. And it's becoming more interesting,"
the green eyed boy replied.
"A lot more interesting," Wufei whispered when Duo's hand reached
out to wipe away Heero's tears.
"Shhhh. . ." the other two hissed.
Had the perfect soldier not been in shock, he would have heard them. But,
luckily for them, all of his attention was focused on Duo, who was sucking
one finger, tasting the moisture there.
"Hey, they're real," he grinned slightly, even though it made
his face hurt.
"Hai. Is it surprising?" Heero felt a wave of defensiveness
wash over him. He had emotions, he really did. And they were just as real
as those tears.
"That you can cry? Not really. I know you're human, Heero. That you're
crying because of me . . . I think I may die of shock." Duo's voice
had become even softer, gentle, as he studied the other boy's face. Concern.
Anger. Grief. Something else . . . what was it?
"You're not allowed to die of shock," Heero said firmly. His
expression had turned deadly.
Duo had a feeling if he did die, Heero would resurrect him, just so he
could kill him. Omae o korosu, right my friend? Maybe a friend. Something
else . . .. Is that what the tears are for?
"I'm not allowed? Ooo, now there's rules. Tell me Soldier Boy, what
other rules must poor, defenseless 'ol me follow?" Duo's grin widened.
He was curious about this.
"No dying. Not yet anyway." Heero meant this; the tears had
come back. Again, with a hand that shook slightly, Duo wiped them away.
"Ite. My rule. No crying for me, Heero. Not for me." Duo fixed
Heero with a glare of his own.
"No, not telling us when you're in pain. It's gonna take you a while
to get over this. It will take a lot longer if you don't let us know when
you're hurting." The Maxwell death-glare was nothing compared to
look he was getting from the Wing pilot. All he could do was nod.
"No missions, not for a while. You're going to take it easy, if I
have to strap you to that couch." Another glare.
"Ite! You'd like that wouldn't you?" Duo managed to laugh, though
it was more of a weak chuckle.
"Okay, okay. Point taken. Anything else?"
"We will punish you as we see fit, Duo. None of us like being lied
to. And we want to know when something is wrong." Heero's voice took
on that pained quality that Duo had noticed earlier.
"I said I was sorry . . . . Is that it?" Duo wondered how many
aspirin it would take to cure him after this round of Wufei's justice
"One more," Heero bent over him, leaned down--distantly Duo
wondered why his heart seemed to have stopped beating and if he should
tell his friends--and kissed him, gently. When he pulled away he smiled
slightly at Duo's stunned expression.
"You're not allowed to tell anybody I just did that," the Japanese
boy finished softly. He would have walked away after that, but one bandaged
hand, bruised but still retaining most of its strength, grabbed a good
portion of his tank top and dragged him back.
"Wait a minute, Yuy. You're not getting away that easily," Duo
was vaguely aware of Heero whumphing back into the chair he'd pulled up
to the couch. His face felt flushed and he couldn't stop the adrenaline
from racing through his battered system.
"Wh--what was that for?" he asked.
"Ummmm . . . ."
"Um? All you can say is um?!?!?"
"Are you angry with me?" Heero wondered aloud, letting the barest
hint of his apprehension into his voice. He'd been praying that Duo wouldn't
reject him, but the tone of the other boy wasn't exactly helping his doubts.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen . . .
"Oh my god! Did you see that?"
"Did you see Duo's face?" <Snicker>
"Wonder what he's going to do?"
"Shh. . . ."
"Of course I'm not mad at you! I'm just wondering if you've been
possessed or if . . . if . . . you meant that." Duo reached out one
hand to push the spiky brown bangs of the way. He couldn't exactly read
the expression in the Prussian blue eyes, but he could see the hope and
"I'm not possessed. And I did mean it. I'm sorry." Heero hung
his head, his bangs flopping once more in front of his eyes. Duo made
a note to take a pair of scissors to the hair later. Meanwhile, he grabbed
a handful and pulled his partner closer, secretly reveling the silky feel
of the dark brown strands. He stopped when Heero's nose was mere millimeters
away from his own. The Perfect Soldier's breath warmed his skin gently.
For a moment the two boys were drowning in pools of violet and blue until
time seemed to stop.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Duo smiled slightly and
kissed the Wing pilot, more than a little pleased when the other boy responded
to him. He was nearly in heaven when managed to get his tongue in Heero's
mouth. The Perfect Soldier moaned slightly, obviously just as happy. When
they finally did come up for air (if they hadn't they would have suffocated),
Duo managed to get his hand under the infamous green tank top and. . .
well, let's just say he was having a really good time. He whined a little
when Heero pulled away.
"Hey! Get back here!" he hissed, missing the other boy's warmth
"Not tonight Duo. You're still injured. I'm not going to hurt you,
not now." The dull (or maybe not quite so dull anymore) monotone
ended that argument, freezing Duo's words in his throat. He stuck his
tongue out at Heero and sulked.
"Don't tempt me Duo." Another order. The tongue obediently went
back into the mouth and Heero relaxed visibly.
"Ai shiteru," he whispered softly, after several moments of
Duo simply watching and studying him through huge, violet eyes.
"Love you too, Hee-chan," the American grinned.
In the kitchen . . .
"I can't believe it."
"They actually . . ."
"One thing to say to both of them."
"It's about time."
Now Heero was more than fully alert and strode to the kitchen door with
a sense of purpose. When he opened it and a pile of Wufei, Trowa and Quatre
tumbled out, his expression turned from pleased to not very quickly.
"Got three words for these busybodies," Heero smirked slightly.
"I've heard those before," Duo called from the couch.
"Omae o korosu."
"Ahhh!! Run!" There was great scrambling of feet as the four
pilots roared around the house, one wielding a gun and the other three
searching for weapons amongst furniture, books and lava-lamps. While they
were upstairs, Duo wondered if this would be a good time to escape from
them. He hadn't forgotten that a punishment awaited him when he got better
and the best way to avoid such was to escape while his limbs still worked.
Creeping off the couch, he started to sneak the kitchen, hoping to grab
some food on his way out. Yet when a calloused hand gripped the end of
his braid, he wasn't surprised, not really. He doubted anyone could get
away from Heero that easily. With the help of his comrades, whom he'd
decided could live for the moment, the Perfect Soldier deposited the boy
he loved onto the couch, rewrapped in a half dozen blankets. Though he
wasn't aware of it, Duo still had a fever and Heero wasn't about to let
it get any worse.
"You are not going to escape, Maxwell," Wufei growled, his expression
"Can't blame me for trying," Duo pouted, even though he was
truly glad they had helped him, had tended to him. Without the others
he would've been in deeper shit now, still trying to fix his own body.
"Yes, we can," Quatre replied, firmly planted himself in the
chair opposite the couch. Trowa joined him, snuggling closer.
"Oh, great, I'm never gonna get an ounce of privacy after this,"
part of him didn't care. When had these people become his friends?
"Nope. We're not going to leave you alone," Heero smirked at
"You know, I was hoping you'd say that." Duo squeezed the Japanese
"This is getting so mushy." Wufei looked slightly green watching
the two couples.
"So you all look like a scene out of some bad soap opera. I thought
it was sappy with one couple," Wufei glowered, then jumped to his
"Where ya going?" Quatre watched him through sleepy, half-opened
"Maxwell's still injured. I'm gonna make some soup."
"Aww . . . Wufei that's so sweet," cooed Duo in a fake syrupy
voice, "Whadaya think, Heero, wanna start a threesome?"
"Nope, you're mine, baka. And there's nothing you can do about it."
"Oh, Nataku, what did I do to deserve this?" Wufei wailed, heating
water for the soup. Inwardly he was smiling. Everything was as it should
Order has returned, my love, said his Nataku, in his mind.
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