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Warriors + Chapter 25
They landed in Boston, spent
the night in a hotel there, and then drove down to the Cape in a rented
SUV. Massachusetts was surprisingly warm and sunny in mid-September, a
weather pattern Duo said was called "Indian summer" though he didn't know
why. The sky was a flawless turquoise over a silver blue sea. Beaches
and white dunes tufted with long grasses made a pale demarcation between
the two. The Cape had once been a long hook of land jutting into the Atlantic
to embrace and shelter a huge bay. A massive storm in 10 AC had melted
away the end of the hook and several towns. Now it was more like a hitchhiker's
abbreviated thumb, capped with the recreational harbor city of New Provincetown.
The house they were to live in lay fifteen miles south of it.
Duo drove, pointing out places of interest to Heero as they followed the
highway around the inner curve of the Cape. The towns here were old, many
dating back to the early history of settlement in this part of Earth.
Whalers and fishermen had founded them, Duo explained. The towns were
pretty and quite modern now--Sagamore, Sandwich, Yarmouthport. Turning
north up the remaining stump of the hook, they passed through Eastham,
the last of the pre-storm towns. In between these larger towns were little
sprinklings of settlement-"wide places in the road"-Duo called them. Most
were hardly more than a store and a gas station at an intersection, with
a scattering of small modest houses on the landward side, and rows of
expensive summer condos or beach houses on the waterfront. Here and there
unmarked roads disappeared among the grassy dunes. Their destination lay
along one of these. The natural beauty of the place appealed to him, and
the remoteness satisfied old instincts.
Heero was still jetlagged and tired, and longed for his former resilience.
He felt much healthier than he had a week ago, but his body was still
a troublesome stranger, tiring out at odd moments, and letting him down.
He wouldn't trust this body in a fight. Peacetime or not, this all left
him with a nagging sense of anxiety.
The long ride gave him time to think. Duo was bright and cheerful now,
with no sign of the dark mood Heero had seen during the shuttle flight,
or the strange, desperate intensity that had precipitated the violent
sex aboard the shuttle.
Heero wasn't comfortable with what had happened. When the hormones had
subsided, Heero realized that Duo had purposefully egged him into spanking
and then roughly fucking him. It had obviously been what Duo thought he'd
needed, but Heero had been left depressed. Lying there in that ridiculous
Arabian Nights bed, sticky and aching and sated, he'd felt guilty, convinced
that in fulfilling Duo's need for pain and punishment, he'd ultimately
failed his lover. And himself. All this time he'd been angry at Trowa
for what sounded like a careful, caring application of discipline, then
Heero had simply lost control. In retrospect, he had to admit that he
was unhappy with Duo for once again manipulating him.
It didn't help at all that Duo had been happy, affectionate, and very
attentive to Heero's needs since then, including a very intense but much
gentler bout of lovemaking in the Boston hotel last night. Heero's body
had responded to his lover's advances as readily as always, but he felt
cautious, too, and on guard. Duo had made no objection when Heero, concerned
at the wear and tear on Duo's
Body, kept things to caresses and sixty-nine. He'd come shouting Heero's
name, then cuddled happily against him and gone to sleep. Heero had enjoyed
it, too, but lay awake for a long time, trying to sort out his own nagging
Duo wasn't completely stable. If he'd had any doubts about that, they
were gone. Not that this changed Heero's feelings for him-quite the opposite,
in fact. It only strengthened his determination to care for and protect
his beautiful lover. But he was aware of feeling something else, too,
something he had trouble defining. Fear, he admitted now. But of what?
//Failing him again.// Staring out at the passing dunes, he finally
put his finger on it. He'd failed before, in his own survival mission,
and in how he'd left his friends, and Duo. Everyone had suffered because
he'd misjudged his own appropriate course of action. Heero glanced over
at Duo, who was humming off key with the radio, and recommitted himself
to "Mission Duo." He would work to make sure Duo knew he could depend
on him, lean on him if need be, but for love and support, not violence.
He knew he couldn't change him overnight; two years of therapy with Batoosingh
hadn't worked, either. So he had to find some way to prove to Duo that
he could to pull him back to safety. Until such time as the mission was
completed, he accepted that Duo might sometimes need the old, unhealthy
outlets but those beatings or spankings or whatever they should be termed
would be administered at Heero's discretion, not Duo's.
The question was, how was he to implement his new mission? What was missing
in Duo's life that sent him into those tailspins, and how could Heero
defuse that? He pondered this, defining the relationship in question.
He and Duo were friends and sex partners. Duo called him "lover." They
had a history of sorts, but one punctuated by long absences, war, and
Both of them had grown up with deprivation, even cruelty. It had made
Heero hard and closed off, but Duo seemed determined to overcome it, to
touch others and be connected.
Connection. That seemed a good focus. How could he help Duo feel more
connected to him? In this, he admitted, he was at a distinct disadvantage.
Duo understood normal human interaction better than he ever had. Heero's
background was limited mostly to what he'd read or seen in movies. "Follow
your feelings," Odin Lowe had told him, but that had been the closet thing
to a real human relationship Heero had ever had, such as it had been,
and Lowe had abandoned him before teaching him how to follow his own advice.
He considered Relena. She's wanted a relationship with him, seen something
worth wanting in him before he'd even met Duo. Why? He'd never given her
the slightest encouragment, yet she'd tracked him like a shark scenting
blood! He'd spared her life, even let her force him into dancing, but
never felt anything more than a sense of duty to her. He had followed
his feelings, not killing her time and again, but it hadn't made him love
her. Duo, on the other hand, he'd had some stir of feelings for almost
as soon as he'd laid eyes on him, and even getting shot by him hadn't
quelled them. Only his sense of mission and duty had made him bury them
deep and cold in his heart.
That left him with Quatre and Trowa. Perhaps he could take that relatinship
as his model, though Trowa was the only one he could begin to identify
with. Yet now that he knew him better, he realized that the reserved,
green-eyed young man exuded tremendous sexuality in his own quiet way.
Heero had no idea how he did that, much less how to emulate it. He sighed,
and Duo gave him a questioning glance.
"A bit." The magnitude of the task emerging in Heero's mind left him feeling
overwhelmed. The consequence of failure was too dire to contemplate, but
where to even start?
"Well, hang in there. We're almost there. Just one more stop." They reached
a little hamlet called Buck Harbor and Duo pulled off at a roadside grocery
store to pick up the last minute provisions they'd ordered ahead online.
The shopkeeper, a thin, middle-aged woman named Kelly, greeted Duo with
a smile and a hug. "I figured you'd be back!" she exclaimed, her voice
thick with a coastal accent. "You're looking real good, too."
"Hey, love'll do that to ya!" Duo announced, seemingly unconcerned by
the other locals watching curiously around the end of the aisle. "This
is Heero. Guess you probably saw us on TV, huh?"
"Hard to miss you. It was all over the news." The look she gave Heero,
keeping silent guard by the front door, was less warm. It was an appraising
look, Heero thought, and a bit suspicious. 'Protective,' he added mentally.
This woman liked Duo very much and wasn't certain Heero's presence was
a good thing. "Good to meet you, Mr. Yuy. Hope you boys have a nice visit
Duo shot him a 'be nice!' look and Heero gave her a curt nod. "I understand
it is very private."
"Don't you worry yourself none 'bout that. We get all sorts of famous
people here on the Cape, but we know how to mind our own business and
not talk to those nosy reporters. You'll be left alone here. Just watch
yourselves up in Provincetown. It's mostly tourists there, Sunday sailors
and summer folk and their fancy yachts. That's where they'll catch up
"That's the local's nice way of saying New Provincetown is paparazzi heaven,"
said Duo, poking through a carton of fresh produce. "It's also one of
the top gay vacation spots on the east coast. After the way you outted
us in Madrid, we'll probably end up on the local paparazzi hit list. But
hey, can't help it if the world finds us too fascinating, right?" He chuckled,
hefting the carton.
"Hn." Heero picked up the box of dairy products and followed him out to
the car. So this was a risky location, after all. Then again, the others
had lived in the media spotlight for years now, and nothing bad had happened
to them because of it. He had to stop thinking like a terrorist. All the
same, he was on alert as they set off on the last leg of their drive.
A few miles later, Duo turned down a nondescript narrow track marked with
nothing more than a small sign stating that it was a private drive. He
made a point of showing Heero the security monitors hidden at intervals
behind grass hummocks and clumps of wild beach rose. The road wound to
the right and crested a large dune, and suddenly the sky and sea lay spread
out before them in a glittering, golden hued panorama. A large, weathered
house above a long curve of white beach.
"Home at last!" Duo announced, and Heero heard genuine warmth in his voice.
This was a place Duo had been before, one where he'd been happy.
Heero soon saw why Duo would react that way. He'd never cared much where
he stayed, so long as it was secure and reasonably habitable, but the
moment he laid eyes on the pseudo-Victorian "cottage", standing lonely
among the white, grass-tufted dunes above the silver green bay, it felt
like somewhere he wanted to be. It was an odd-looking place, like something
out of a movie, with its weathered shingled walls, rambling porch, tall
windows, white gingerbread trim, and conical tower. He'd spent his life
moving from one temporary location and clandestine operation to another.
"Safe houses": only now did he see the irony of that term. None of them
had been safe, and certainly nowhere he'd even thought of relaxing. His
time in the Sanque Kingdom after the war had been no different, and then--homeless.
'Why here?' he wondered as he and Duo carried in their bags and the groceries.
Why would a Japanese-descended, ex-assassin, displaced colonial feel so
immediately at home in such a place? Perhaps because he was here with
Duo, alone at last? But he'd been in places with Duo before, but none
had ever given him an instant impression of peace and refuge that seemed
to have little to do with the state-of-the-art security installations.
On some level, he still distrusted such feelings. One couldn't be a certain
way for a lifetime and just change. Perhaps he was still mentally ill,
as well as physically compromised?
Even so, he found himself oddly excited as Duo showed him around the place.
The floors were polished honey pine, carpeted here and there with dark
red Persian rugs. The woodwork was the same golden tone, and the wainscoting
in the hallways. The large, high ceilinged living room had a stone fireplace
and two walls of built in bookcases filled with books and decorative items.
Colorful artwork brightened the walls, and brilliant, jewel-toned upholstery
on the comfortable furniture. Like most of the principle rooms of the
house, it faced out over the bay, and was bathed in the dancing play of
light. None of the furnishings looked Arabian, but it still reminded Heero
of the shuttle bedroom. Quatre's family favored rich colors and fabrics,
and luxurious surroundings. No wonder Duo had liked it here.
The kitchen was cavernous, designed for a cadre of servants to look after
flocks of Raberba kin and their guests. There was a large dining room
next to it, with French doors opening onto the porch. A nicely appointed
library had another fireplace, and a rounded out corner where the base
of the tower intersected. A curved window seat was built in to it, and
lined with cushions.
This floor also had several guest rooms, and a large old-fashioned bathroom
with reproduction 1920's fittings, right down to a white claw foot tub
and ruddy-varnished matchstick wainscoting.
One of the downstairs rooms was already converted into an impressive fitness
room and sparring dojo. Climbing a curving staircase to the second floor,
he found the upstairs tower room outfitted with state of the art computer
hookups and a serviceable workstation. There was even a selection of computer
games that had been Heero's favorites during the war; leave it to Quatre
to remember such things.
"I think Kat means for us to use the master bedroom!" Duo laughed, pulling
Heero into a huge suite overlooking the sea. A king-sized bed with a colorful
blue and green velvet quilt dominated the room, along with a whitewashed
brick fireplace. The walls were painted a soft white and hung with artwork
and fabric hangings that mirrored the colors of the sky and sea outside.
A bowl of beach roses scented the room, mingling with the sea air coming
in through the curtains. A master bath was visible through a far door,
and Heero caught a glimpse of another large claw foot tub, and a shelf
above it filled with colorful candles of various sizes and heights.
Heero looked it over with an appraising, mission-oriented eye and something
else fell into place. The room was carefully arranged to foster intimacy,
and perhaps sex. Even Heero felt it, in the sudden rush of warmth to his
groin and a flutter in his belly. The bed was large, the textures and
colors carefully orchestrated to appeal to the senses. It invited him
to throw Duo down on it and roll him around. The bathtub was the same,
far too large if simple hygiene was the only goal, not to mention the
careful proximity of the candles in a room adequately equipped with electric
lighting. Even the golden, late afternoon light seemed planned, in the
way it caught Duo, showing off the highlights in his braid and the rich
color of his eyes.
Intrigued, he ran a finger down Duo's arm and saw those eyes widen. Without
a word, Duo came into his arms and gave him a deep, open-mouthed, tongue-darting
kiss that promised more. Heero held him, cataloging the new information.
Romance. Sensuality. Hn.
Courtship! That was the element lacking. They'd completely skipped any
semblance of that social interaction, leaping from being fellow soldiers
to sex without any preamble. The same thing had happened in the silo that
night. One minute they were two young soldiers in a bad situation, the
next they'd been dry humping like jackrabbits. Had it been too fast, too
simplistic? If Duo was still feeling sad or scared enough to need what
he'd needed on the flight, even from Heero, then something was
If only he had a better grounding in what to do! He could shoot almost
any weapon, drive almost any vehicle, kill a man in dozens of silent,
efficient ways, and--according to Duo--fuck very well. But how to make
Duo feel loved and protected out of bed?
Heero combed his memory for the few references he had. He thought of how
Trowa and Quatre touched each other, and the few movies featuring romance
he'd been forced to sit through at one time or another. Stepping back,
he caught Duo's hand and drew him out into the hallway. Then, taking a
deep breath, he scooped his surprised friend up in his arms and staggered
back through the doorway to the bed. His strength held out just long enough
to deposit him there without looking too winded.
Laughing, Duo pulled him down and rolled on top. "Showing off, are we?"
"Yes." Heero kissed him again, then gazed into his eyes. "You are even
more beautiful than usual in this light. It makes me feel like protecting
you and always being here with you--"
The speech, delivered in his usual guarded monotone, didn't have quite
the effect he'd hoped. Duo stared down at him for a moment and began to
laugh. Not just a chuckle or a giggle, either, but hard, rolling belly
laughs that shook the bed.
"What the hell's gotten into you?" he demanded, getting his breath at
last. He was grinning, and didn't seem at all offended, but it was not
a reaction that spoke of feeling romantic or cherished and safe.
Heero sighed again, defaulted to familiar, and ran his hands down Duo's
back to his butt, cupping those firm cheeks through the denim. "I love
you. I want to show you that I do."
"You do, baby! Every time I look at you, every time you touch me, I know
that." Duo kissed him again, long and hot. Duo was good at this sort of
thing. With just those few heartfelt words and a kiss, he made Heero feel
very aroused and very cherished and safe. But Heero didn't see the same
emotions in Duo's eyes. There was still a question there, just behind
the lust and affection.
This required more research. The computer in the next room should suffice.
When he moved to get up, however, Duo had other ideas.
"Where do you think you're going, lover?" he purred, holding Heero in
place with one hand, and reaching down to stroke Heero's semi hard cock
through his jeans with the other. "You're not going to go all Rhett Butler
on me, then leave, are ya?"
Heero didn't recognize the reference, but assumed it had something to
do with him carrying Duo. Despite the somewhat dominate action on his
part, Duo seemed to be taking control of the situation. Heero's body responded,
even as his mission mind floundered. "I won't leave, Duo. What would you
like to do?"
"I'd like to christen this bed with you, baby!" The purr was fast becoming
a growl of lust. "My butt's still kinda sore from the other day, but if
you wanted to give it another try yourself, well . . ."
He let the question hang between them, gauging Heero's reaction. Duo had
only taken the top position once so far, but Heero knew that previous
to their relationship, it had been his chosen role. Heero had been surprised
at his own enjoyment of it at the time, but had attributed that to the
heat of the moment and necessity. He hadn't given the matter adequate
thought since, to know if he wanted to assume the bottom role again. Looking
up into those passion-heated eyes now, darkened from violet to near storm
purple in the failing light, and feeling the heat and lust radiating from
the lean body pressing down on his, Heero's body decided it was time to
establish another data point. Clutching Duo's ass in both hands, he ground
his now hard erection up against Duo's. "Fuck me, Duo."
He heard the gratifying catch in Duo's breath, saw the color rise in his
cheeks. "Oh, yeah!" The low, harsh tone stiffened Heero's already hard
cock and raised the hair on his arms and neck.
Duo kissed him again, then none too gently bit his way down Heero's neck.
Shoving Heero's shirt up under his arms, he kissed and nibbled his way
down to his belt, pulled it open, and wrestled the jeans down as far as
Heero's knees. Planting a hand firmly in the middle of Heero's chest,
he held him still for a rough, sloppy blowjob, slurping and sucking noisily
in a way that made Heero moan and arch under the onslaught. Just when
he felt the first tightening in his balls, however, Duo flipped him over,
pulled him up on his knees and paused.
Head cradled on his arms, Heero willed himself to relax, expecting a hard
fuck, payback for the roughness on the plane. Instead, he felt gentle
fingers tickle down his back and over his buttocks, teasing and arousing
without any roughness at all. Then Duo was kissing his way down the same
path, lapping and laving his tongue down the cleft of Heero's ass, skirting
playfully around his opening, and then lots of wet, sloppy tongue kissing
over the super sensitive skin behind his balls. When Heero was shivering
and moaning, cool slicked fingers penetrated him, stretching and preparing
with loving care, then the blunt, well slicked head of Duo's cock, opening
and filling him from behind.
And once again, it was exactly what Heero wanted. Every slow, lazy thrust
sent waves of pleasure all over his body. Pushing himself up on his arms,
he rocked back, taking Duo deeper and deeper, loving the moans and gasps
and crooning obscenities this wrested from his lover's lips.
"Oh, Heero! O fuck, you're sooooooo good! So hot. So tight! Damn, you're
good to me. I love you, Heero, love you so much!"
"I love you, Duo!" Heero managed, dangerously close to a sob as he felt
himself tipping over the delicious edge of climax, not even needing a
hand on his cock to come in a glorious burst of sensation. It broke over
him like a wave on the beach outside, but one made of the pure golden
sunlight. It took his breath way, and then gave it back in a long, breathy
groan of ecstasy. "Duo! Yes, Duo!"
And then Duo was coming in a sudden flurry of rapid, hard driving thrusts
that sent Heero into a gasping secondary orgasm.
They collapsed together, rolling away from the already cooling puddle
of Heero's cum, soaking into the velvet and silk spread.
'Probably should have pulled that back,' Heero thought, but couldn't muster
too much concern. His shirt was still rucked up under his armpits, his
jeans tangled around his feet. Duo had shucked off his own clothes at
some point and lay naked and glowing and utterly relaxed against Heero,
humming softly under his breath as they both drifted.
Had that been romantic? Heero wasn't sure, but thought it might have been,
even if it hadn't turned out exactly as he'd intended. It was a start,
The evening breeze turned cold. He managed to get them both under the
covers, but left the window open, enjoying the crisp ocean scent. He dozed
off, woke later to find the room bright with moonlight. That was romantic,
too. He would take advantage of that tomorrow night. Then sleep took him
in earnest and he sank happily, Duo warm and solid and real and his beside
Tomorrow he would begin his research in earnest.
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