Author: Bane's Desire
see chao. 1 for warnings, disclaimer
Grudging Seduction: Chapter Six
Who's Seducing Whom
The next time Duo woke up he
found himself in a small, unfamiliar bedroom containing two twin beds,
one immaculately made up, the corners folded tightly, and the one in which
he was neatly tucked into. There was also a small desk resting between
the beds that sat under the windowsill of the one window in the room.
On top of it was a familiar looking, open laptop. The object of Heero's
obsession was on, but the blue screen displayed only diaphanous bubbles
floating from the bottom of the top of the screen, obviously a screen
saver. Duo had to wonder at Heero's choice, thinking that with his experiences
with the ocean on his arrival on Earth, that it would be the last thing
he'd want to be reminded of. Knowing that the dedicated Wing pilot would
never leave his laptop running if he planned on being gone for long, Duo
reasoned Heero was close by and would return shortly.
Without thinking, he moved his right arm to rub his gummed eyes, and instantly
the stinging pain he'd felt back in the dorm room after waking up came
back with a vengeance, reminding him pointedly of why he was in bed. "Great,"
he huffed. He noticed that he was still wearing the gi Wufei and Trowa
had put on him despite his protests, and right now he dreaded the idea
of taking the loose cotton garment off. He could feel that some of the
material was pulling uncomfortably against his hip and thigh, most likely
stuck to his skin. 'That's going to hurt like hell,' he told himself.
He lay still and quiet, wondering where everyone was and where this place
was located that he'd been moved to while he slept. The nausea that he
was feeling and the bad taste in his mouth was evidence that he'd been
Searching his clouded memories, he recalled seeing glimpses of his ripped-up
side, scraped raw from the tumble off the motorcycle onto dirt and grass,
remembering how heinous his body looked. A painful shudder went up his
spine just thinking about it. Only Shinigami knew how much he'd tried
to avoid that crash, but Heero's body had lurched so quickly to the right
side of the bike that he'd been surprised by it. He clearly remembered
grappling with the dead weight of Heero's body to gain some purchase on
it to keep him from falling. Trying to haul Heero back up to safety and
his own weakness and wounds, caused him to lose temporary control of the
powerful motorcycle. He'd veered sharply to the left, over corrected to
the right, and somehow managed to make it to the soft shoulder of the
road before the motorcycle folded under them. "Damn that hurt,"
he said to himself, knowing it could have been so much worse if he hadn't
managed to drastically slow the speeding bike while he'd continued his
efforts to shield Heero's slack body with his own.
Getting to the dorm room had taken all his remaining strength and energy.
He was fairly certain that it was adrenaline alone that got the both of
them there. He'd managed, despite his injuries, to get the bike off the
ground and on its kick stand, then hauled Heero up onto the seat, placing
his body before his own so he could keep a firm hold of him. Only then
did he start the motorcycle again and proceeded at a more moderate speed
towards the school. One block away from their dorm, he ditched the bike
near the motorcycle shop they'd stolen it from, leaving it wiped clean
from finger prints or traces of blood.
He wasn't quite sure how he managed it, but he successfully hauled Heero
the short distance to their dorm room, carrying him over his shoulder,
and except for his limp, it was in the exact same manner as Heero had
taken him out of the base they'd escaped from. He remembered having random
thoughts flitting through his mind at the time, and one particularly humorous
one was that, in the shadow of the night, he imagined himself looking
like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, limping heavily with a big lump over
He'd successfully snuck into the dorm, past the rooms of unaware, sleeping
students and into their own room where he put Heero on his bed, then had
the presence of mind to call Wufei on Heero's cell phone and asked him
to come as soon as possible to help them. With the assurance that the
other pilot was on his way, he collapsed onto his bed and welcomed the
darkness that had been closing in on his vision since the fall off the
bike. From that point, on everything was pretty much a blur.
He looked at the made bed and computer again. Hero must be alright if
he was out of bed and the room, he thought. Shit, Heero. How the hell
was he supposed to befriend or attract Heero when he was such a physical
mess? "Pathetic," he called himself and closed his eyes. He
ached all over and was feeling hungry and thirsty, but he'd be damned
if he was going to try and get out of the bed. He figured he'd just wait
a bit and Heero was bound to return to his computer.
Not ten minutes passed before his prediction came true and Heero opened
the door and entered the bedroom. His eyes instantly met Duo's and he
nodded his head in greeting.
"Hey," Duo said, his voice low and thick. "Could you get
me some water?"
Without a word spoken, Heero left the room and the door open, allowing
Duo to trace his movements to the bathroom where came the sound of water
running. He returned a moment later with a tall glass of water in his
hand and approached the bed. "Can you sit up?" he asked.
Duo held out his left hand. "Give me a hand up, but slowly please."
Heero put the glass of water down on the nearby desk and held out his
left hand, obviously favoring his right wounded shoulder. It was a painful
process but the task was efficiently accomplished.
Heero sat on the edge of the bed and reached again for the glass and handed
it to him. He remained where he was as he watched Duo drink the cool liquid
down to the last drop. "More?"
"In a bit. I'm going to have to use the toilet soon but I don't want
to rush having to move. A race to the john is definitely not on the cards
at the moment."
"Do you need a pain pill?"
Slowly, Duo eased himself back down to rest against his pillow. "Where
are the others?"
Duo raised an eyebrow. "So it's just you and me?"
Heero nodded, and Duo noticed a strange, inscrutable look in his eyes.
"I've been put in charge of your recovery."
"How's your shoulder?" Duo rushed to ask, letting his eyes look
over the t-shirt covered shoulder, knowing it would be bandaged and probably
smarting. He'd watched in a daze as Wufei dug the bullet out of the other
pilot's shoulder blade, and just the thought of it now made his stomach
clench and his body involuntarily shudder.
"It's at fifty percent," Heero replied, not telling Duo much.
"What about food?"
"The others left plenty in the kitchen. Are you hungry?"
"Ravenous." A tired grin rose on Duo's face. It was easier to
think about food than the pain burning all along his right side and the
pulsing throb emanating from his left thigh. At the moment he couldn't
tell which one was worse, so he'd concentrate on food instead of his discomfort.
Heero put his hand on his forehead, it's coolness a welcome touch. "You
have a low-grade fever, which is to be expected. Some acetaminophen will
take care of that." He removed his hand though his eyes never left
Duo's face. "I'll fix you some supper and help you to the bathroom
before you eat, then give you your medication."
"Thanks, man. I owe you." Duo yawned widely. Heero stared at
him for a moment with the same unusual expression on his face he'd worn
earlier, but it quickly turned to the nondescript one Duo was more familiar
with. Standing, he pulled the blankets up to the wounded boy's shoulders
and without further word, turned and left the room.
Duo sighed as the door was quietly shut. Maybe it was possible to make
use of this situation after all, he thought. Perhaps he could get closer
to Heero, since it was only the two of them in the safehouse. He could
try to flirt, though he reminded himself that he really didn't know how
to flirt with a guy as opposed to a girl. Was it the same or different?
he wondered. With another large yawn threatening to split his face, he
became acutely aware of how hungry he really was and his stomach backed
up that thought as it growled loudly in complaint. He'd have to think
about getting closer to Heero in a little bit, after he'd gotten some
food inside of him and took the dreaded painful trip to the can.
Three days passed before Duo felt well enough to venture out of his bed
on his own. His first destination was the shower. His only excursions
from the bedroom since he first woke up in the new safehouse had been
to the bathroom, with Heero's help, so he had to learn second hand from
Wing's pilot of the specifications of the place they were temporarily
housed in. Heero described it as a townhouse in the middle of a busy,
mid-sized city. They shared a common-wall with the neighbors to their
right, which meant they had to keep the sounds in the rooms downstairs
quiet. With just the two of them in the house, they'd have no problems
in that department. The rented place had three bedrooms, all upstairs,
and one and a half bathrooms.
He wasn't sure how many days it had been since he'd washed his hair, but
Duo could definitely feel the need for it and was looking forward to the
luxury of a shower. Yet after one look in the mirror at his reflection,
his intentions faltered at the sight of his wounds. He took a good look
at his tattered but healing right side, then pulled out the waistband
of his boxers to take a look at the more painful areas of his right hip
and thigh. The first night in this safehouse Heero had to wet down and
peel off the cotton gi where it had stuck to his skin. Though he was a
mass of scabs, he could see patches of brighter red where the material
had melded with the open and raw wounds and had torn away his skin's first
attempt at trying to heal as Heero undressed him. "Well aren't you
attractive?" He said to himself with a voice dripping with sarcasm
as he righted his boxers.
"I think you look better than you did four days ago," Heero
said. Unaware of the other boy's arrival, the unexpected sound of his
voice startled Duo and caused his breath to catch in his throat. He watched
through the mirror as Heero came to stand behind him and looked over his
shoulder and into the mirror at his reflection. The braided boy could
feel the heat radiating from Heero's body, sensing the other pilot was
standing well within his personal space. He realized that this moment
provided the opportunity he'd been looking for during the last two days.
Now all he needed was the courage to do what his mission called for.
"How can you stand looking at me?" he asked Heero, his eyes
fixed on the other boy's deep blue eyes reflecting back at him. "I'm
Duo flinched slightly but quickly steadied himself as Heero brought his
right hand up and pushed back several strands of his loose and messy hair
from his shoulder. It then moved upward to stroke Duo's cheek. "You
look fine, Duo, especially when you consider what you've been through."
Surprisingly enough, Heero's touch was gentle and Duo paused to wonder
if anyone had ever touched him with such tenderness before. He closed
his eyes, trying to remember and such experience and was shocked to find
himself leaning into the touch. 'What the hell?' he thought to himself.
His eyes flew open to see Heero still studying him from the reflection
of the mirror. He quickly looked away and could feel himself blushing.
"I need a shower, Heero, but I'm not sure if it's worth the pain.
I'm gonna go nuts if I don't get my hair washed soon."
The Wing Gundam pilot looked to the tub/shower unit behind him, then back
to the damaged body. "I've got an idea, if you'll let me help you,"
Duo waited a moment before nodding and swallowed hard. He tried to tell
himself it was no big deal. He'd showered in the locker rooms with Heero
in the schools they'd attended, after playing sports. They'd dressed and
undressed countless times in the same room, but all of a sudden he felt
unusually body shy, which he knew was absolutely ridiculous. Heero had
been tending his wounds with only a towel strategically placed to provide
him some modesty.
He watched the other pilot through the mirror, his hands gripping the
edges of the sink to keep himself standing as Heero turned and bent over
the bathtub to start the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water
until it was at an acceptable setting. He adjusted the nozzle of the shower,
pointing it down sharply so that the water's spray fell only on the front
area of the tub. Then opening the back of the curtain, he turned around
to his injured comrade. "We need to get your boxers off," Heero
said without blinking an eye.
Since peeling off the gi that first night in the safehouse, Duo opted
to wear only his boxers, especially when he got out of bed. He needed
to preserve some sense of modesty but knew that air was needed to help
his skin heal more quickly. So at the moment he was more than fully aware
that there was less than a yard of material that separated him from being
clothed and totally naked. He gave a weak smile to the boy in the mirror
then carefully hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his cotton boxers.
He managed to pull them out and down to the top of his thighs before he
stopped, not able to bend any further.
"I'll finish it," Heero offered, and again, Duo's skin twitched
as deft fingers lifted the elastic away from his skin and eased the material
down and off his legs. "Can you step over the edge of the bathtub?"
Heero asked, turning Duo to face it.
He nodded, blushing furiously, and held onto Heero's proffered left arm
as he brought his wounded left leg up and eased it painfully over the
edge of the tub, paused to steady himself, then brought his raw and scabbing
right leg in. Once both feet were inside the bathing space, Heero told
him to turn and put his hands up against the back of the shower wall while
he got ready. Duo could only imagine what 'ready' meant.
He could hear Heero moving about behind him, then felt warm water gently
falling over his shoulder and stream down his back. He looked over his
shoulder to see the other boy filling up a tall drinking glass with water
from the showerhead, then brought it up to pour it down his back again.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but it was pretty damn hard. He
couldn't keep his mind off of every move the boy behind him made. At first,
Heero avoided his healing skin as much as possible, but after a while
he insisted that it needed to be cleansed as well.
With his body and long hair thoroughly wet, Heero reached for the shampoo
and began to work up a lather on the heavy brown mass. The angle he was
working at was extremely awkward and, finding it inefficient and his clothing
getting wet, he changed tactics. Drying his hands on a nearby towel, he
then quickly removed his clothing to stand just as nude as Duo was. He
then climbed into the shower and resumed his work.
Duo, leaning heavily and half asleep against the shower wall with his
eyes closed, was unaware of Heero's state of nakedness as he stood behind
him, washing his hair. He moaned his pleasure at having his scalp thoroughly
massaged. "God, that feels so good," he moaned. It was all too
soon that he felt cup after cup of warm water being poured over his head
in an effort to eliminate the soap from his mass of hair. He was so thoroughly
relaxed by Heero's ministrations that he didn't react adversely to the
soaped washcloth that was pressed against the healthy skin of his back,
moved to his left shoulder and arm, then over his hip and down his legs.
He tensed, however, as Heero slowly drew the cloth up his body once again,
coming around to the front of his body and moved against his hip bone,
stomach and chest.
"You're too thin," Heero said in a low voice.
"I'm just like every other half-starved kid that survived L-2,"
Duo replied in a tired voice. His mind focused on the cloth as it moved
across his chest, rubbing against his nipples. Was Heero making a move
on him? Or was he just being his usual thorough self? Whatever his motives,
it felt incredibly good and Duo uttered a soft moan, then swallowed it,
horrified at his reaction. Suddenly, the washcloth was removed and a bar
of soap tapped against his right hand resting on the shower wall.
"Here," Heero said, his voice husky. "Wash yourself."
Knowing he was blushing because his face and ears were suddenly very hot,
Duo took the bar to lather his hand and returned the soap to the other
boy. He then washed his private areas, careful not to stimulate himself
in any way so that his nether regions wouldn't react. "Okay,"
he whispered when he'd finished. He saw Heero's hand reach around his
waist with the cup filled with water. He watched it tilt and felt the
slow, warm tickle of water being poured against his flat stomach and slide
over the soaped area below. 'It shouldn't feel this good,' he thought
to himself. Heero repeated the rinsing two more times then began to gently
wring out the long mass of hair by twisting it in his hands.
"Turn around so I can wash your face." The gentle command was
breathed on Duo's bare shoulder, causing him to shudder and his body to
get goose bumps. "Cold?"
Duo nodded, then slowly turned when Heero's hands gently prodded his shoulder
to his right. The long haired man blinked in surprise at what was in front
of him; Heero was as naked as he was. "Why are you in here?"
he asked stupidly.
"Bathing you. My clothes were getting wet and this seemed more efficient."
Logic, Duo thought. Heero was just being logical, not making sexual advances.
"Close your eyes," the cobalt eyed boy ordered, and Duo complied,
though somewhat reluctantly. Instead of a wash cloth being applied to
his face and neck, wet and calloused hands touched his skin. Unbelievably
gentle fingers pressed against every centimeter of his forehead, eyelids,
nose, cheeks and chin, then down and up his neck, taking their time as
if memorizing the smooth surface. Duo found himself in a trance-like state,
his body swaying slightly to the tantalizing touches he'd never experienced
before. The hint of Heero's breath brushing his lips was the only warning
he had before lips, tentative in their touch, brushed against his mouth.
Although it wasn't totally unexpected, his reaction to it was. He found
himself canting his head to the right and shyly returning the kiss. In
the back of his mind he noted that the kiss wasn't aggressive or demanding,
as he would have expected from the Perfect Soldier, but quite the opposite.
Heero's kiss was soft, questioning and tender. Duo had no idea as to how
long their lip to lip contact lasted, but it suddenly came to an abrupt
end when he opened his eyes and pulled back with a slight, mortified gasp.
Heero's eyes opened as well and studied his face, then slowly moved downward
and a faint smile graced his lips. Duo followed the other boy's gaze and
it fell on his own semi-erect state.
"Oh god," he moaned, embarrassed as hell. Then he noticed Heero
was in a similarly affected state. Before he could catch himself, he backed
up, hitting the cold shower wall behind him.
"What's wrong?" Heero asked, grabbing his right arm to steady
He was blowing it and he knew it. He just didn't know if he could do this,
mission orders be damned. He was straight; wasn't he? He shouldn't be
reacting like this from a simple kiss from another boy. It was then that
his mission came back to him in the form of Dr. J's voice, speaking to
him in perfect detail. "You are to gain his affections and attachment,
and if he shows a sexual interest in you, you are to encourage and succumb
to him. Bind him to you with your affections and with your friendship,
give him something to live for. If he kills himself before the war is
over, our chances for success are almost nil." He looked up to see
Heero frowning at him, and if he didn't know better, he would think the
other boy was... worried.
"I'm sorry, Heero," he said, his voice quiet but rushed. "I...
I've just never done anything like this before." He hoped his explanation
was close enough to the truth to be believable.
Heero's left eyebrow rose skeptically. "You've never kissed anyone
Duo looked over Heero's shoulder at the showerhead and water spraying
out wastefully from it while he avoided the other boy's eyes and wondered
if he could evade his questions. Lying never did sit well with him, so
he would have to be as truthful as he could without giving up his mission
instructions. "I've never kissed a guy before, not to mention doing
it while being naked and in a shower." He closed his eyes, embarrassed.
"I'm surprised that I enjoyed it, especially since my body still
aches all over."
Slowly, Heero's hand came up to brush his left cheek with the back of
his fingers, causing the blue-violet eyes to open again. "I obviously
enjoyed it too," he replied. He moved closer to continue where he'd
left off moments before, but stopped as Duo's hand, planted firmly on
his chest, kept him from advancing further.
"I'm in no shape for anything right now, Heero, and this is all new
to me. Can we take things slow, discover how we really feel about each
Heero's dark eyebrows drew together as he considered the request. "You
want more than just a physical relationship." The words didn't come
out as a question, but more as an unfamiliar concept being held up, analyzed
and thoroughly dissected. Then unexpectedly, he nodded, coming to some
type of a conclusion, and the dark blue eyes, glinting with an emotion
Duo knew he hadn't seen there before, met his own. "That's acceptable.
I think I want that too."
Giving him a shaky smile, Duo shivered again, this time it was from the
cold. Heero saw it and moved them out of the bathtub, turned off the water,
and carefully toweled off Duo and then himself.
The whole shower incident left the long haired boy feeling worn out. He
sat on the edge of his bed with his eyes closed, a towel wrapped loosely
over his hips with his damp hair slung over his bare left shoulder. In
his limp hand, laying open on his lap, was his hairbrush, and he wondered
how in the world he was going to find the strength to brush out the tangles.
A soft touch to his hand caused him to open his eyes to see Heero, dressed
in sweat pants and a tee-shirt standing in front of him. "Need some
Nodding, he gave the brush up into Heero's more than capable hands and
waited as the other boy climbed up on the bed and situated himself behind
him. Soon the long, slow and rhythmic brushing through his thick hair
was both soothing and pleasant. "Besides myself, only one other person
has ever brushed my hair," he said sleepily, the image of the older
and sweet woman that had been Sister Helen came to his mind, accompanied
by the sadness and longing he always experienced with the memory.
"Then I thank you for the privilege," Heero said sincerely,
sensing whatever Duo was remembering was deeply personal. "I hope
you'll tell me about that other person sometime, when you're feeling better."
Duo reached back with his left hand, stopping the movement of the hand
holding the brush so that he could turn and look the Japanese boy in the
eyes. As a rule, the five pilots never spoke too much about their pasts,
finding the present more than enough to deal with. "Do you really
mean that, Heero? You really want to know about my past?"
Heero looked as if he were thinking if over for a moment, then nodded.
"It would be an honor. And if you'd like, I'll tell you of my past
"Yeah, I'd like that," Duo said, dropping his hand so that Heero
could continue with the brushing of his hair. He closed his eyes and lost
himself in the wonderful sensation of someone brushing his hair. He sensed
that he and Heero were beginning to build a bridge of trust with each
other, one that went past just being comrades, and maybe, with that as
a starting point, they could be real friends and confidants. It had been
a long time since he felt he could trust someone enough to be open with
them about his past, and strangely enough, he found himself looking forward
to it, even though dredging up parts of his life up was always painful.
It would be nice to share his burdens with someone as strong as Heero
A short time after that thought drifted through his mind, he dozed off,
completely missing the tender act of Heero guiding his slack body down
to the mattress to rest properly on his bed, then covering him up with
the blankets and leaving him with a soft kiss on his cheek.
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