CHAPTER THREE:
I did not speak or see Heero for almost a week after that debacle in the classroom. Oh, it wasn’t as if the guy had disappeared from sight, rather it was because I had been doing a good job of making sure I became ‘invisible’ whenever we happened to cross paths. Besides, he was always too busy dealing with other students to waste his time on me.
I wondered why that thought should have even bothered me.
Anyway, I made sure he never had another opportunity to see me in such a humiliating state again. I kept my pants on and went about trying to get adjusted to my new school. I made a couple of friends since I was generally outgoing and good-natured. I bore no grudges towards anyone…well, besides those guys who had caught me the other day. I had spotted one or two of them during meal times or out in the courtyard during ‘recess’ but neither approached me or acted as if they knew me. I felt a sense of relief at that. Maybe they had forgotten about the whole thing…but then again, a little nagging voice at the back of my head told me otherwise. I knew someone was definitely behind their silence and that he was going to demand I repay him someday. I wondered just what I would have to do to appease Heero if he ever did approach me. I wasn’t sure of how I would react or even behave when and if we ever did meet face-to-face.
“Imagine that! Did you know that our head boy has been scouted out by NASA for his outstanding achievements in the sciences?!”
“He must be a fucking genius!”
“And not only that! I heard he has been scouted by the NBA!”
“The NBA?! Are you kidding me?! He’s not even that tall!”
“Who needs height when you’ve got the skills, bro!”
Yeah, who definitely needed height when you’ve got the skills of a god on the court? By the way, the banter was between my two best buddies, Enkidu and Fuujisaki. They were both from the Far East and at times were so alike in attitudes and mannerisms that I had teased them mercilessly about they being twins in another life. I couldn’t be more wrong though. Enkidu had shocking white hair that framed his babyish looking features. Fuujisaki, on the other hand, had dirty blond locks that were always spiked above his head. It was the latest fashion, he would defend himself angrily whenever we made fun of it, but that was Fuuji for you. Mister Prim and Proper with all the trimmings.
I slurped noisily on my drink and tried hard to focus on my Biology textbook, but the conversation seemed to grow louder and more irritating to me – or maybe it was just the fact that they were still gushing over a guy who would never give them…us…the time of day. Heero this, Heero that. Man, I had had enough.
“I’m going to the gardens to read,” I said abruptly as I rose from the table to move away. They protested and volunteered to join me, but I didn’t need the company at the moment. It’s cool, I said in reassurance. I just need to think for a while.
They looked disappointed but respected my wishes well enough to let me go. We would meet later on anyway. We were in the same dorm after all.
There were a total of four main dorm buildings. And oddly enough, they had been named after famous American presidents. The Washington was the dorm for the seniors. Heero’s quarters were there - naturally. The Jefferson was for the juniors. The Adams was for the sophomores and we, the lucky bunch of fresh meat, were dumped in The Lincoln. It wasn’t too shabby a place. Each student had a roommate – no bunk beds (thank goodness) and it was pretty spacious and comfortable enough for us. The student lounge was a killer place to hang out in the evenings and you could do anything you wanted – which of course was limited to watching TV or playing video games. Curfew was at ten for us – bummer -but it was better than nothing.
Enkidu was my roommate and a fine one he was. Sure he was cute and I had seen him naked a bunch of times, but he never really did anything for me down there, you know? Maybe if I hadn’t seen Heero first, I would have found myself wanting to play around with my roomie, but as fate would have it, that damn bastard had somehow killed my libido for other guys. To cut a long story short, Enkidu had no clue I was into guys and whenever he began yapping about his girlfriend or any other big-boobed female he had a crush on, I would go along with the flow and egg him on. If he wanted to find out about my real sexual orientation, he would have to ask me outright. Until then, I was fine with the way things were.
It took me a good two minutes to realize that one, I was being watched and two, the soft whirring sound and accompanying click was coming from a camera.
What the…?
I spun around quickly, my features already trained in a scowl as I was ready to give someone a piece of my mind. And wouldn’t you believe it? Standing a few feet away from me…from me -and still taking pictures!- was none other than Mr. Head Boy himself!
Heero was taking pictures of me!
I turned away quickly, my cheeks burning furiously, as I hoped that someone was watching this…or not. I had walked myself right into the deeper parts of the school gardens (which were pretty breathtaking if you had the time to sit down and admire it) and really had no clue as to where I was. Nobody seemed to be around, but I could hear the faint laughter of some students about a few feet away, which meant that we weren’t completely isolated.
But damn it! How had he known I would be here? Had he been following me? It was just plain creepy when you thought about it. And why the hell is he still taking pictures of me?!
“Sto…stop that please,” I called out with a wave of my hand as I tried to walk away. I was angry to find that my voice was a bit shaky and it sounded as if I was afraid of him.
And to be honest, I was a little worried. I mean, it’s not everyday you realize you have a stalker on your tail.
“What’s the rush, Duo?” he asked around a laugh as he stopped long enough to stare at me in curiosity. The question of how he had known my name lodged somewhere in my throat and I figured it was a pretty dumb question anyway. Of course he would know my name. He was the head boy, wasn’t he?
“And besides, this is for my art class.”
Art class? Somehow I didn’t see Heero as the artistic kind. But hell, if NASA and the NBA wanted him, what stopped the finest art galleries in the world from wanting to snag him as well?
Damn show off!
“Yeah, well go take a picture of something else,” I mumbled and began to walk away, only to freeze at the next words that spilled from his lips.
“You owe me, remember?”
Shit.
I shook my head lightly and began to walk a little faster, but his laughter followed me and he called out again. “If you go any further, you’ll be accosted by a group of boys who have been dying to get their hands on you, Duo. Surely you don’t want to be used as a punching bag, do you?”
I grit my teeth and clenched my hands into tight fists wanting nothing more than to pound them into that handsome face. I stopped and eyed the empty boulevard before me, wondering if he was bluffing or not. Perhaps they really were hiding and waiting for me to show up. Perhaps Heero had warned them not to touch me until he was through with me.
Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!
“What.Do.You.Want.Me.To.Do?” I bit out coldly, already feeling a strange stirring of excitement, yet revulsion at the knowledge that I was giving in to him. But it was almost impossible for me to let go of that voice that dripped with obvious lust. It was enough to make me shiver and I was a complete and total slave to its power.
“Take off your shirt for me, Duo,” he commanded thickly and I felt my heart sink accompanied by the sudden rush of heat to a certain part of my anatomy. He was kidding right? He didn’t really expect me to go half naked in the middle of place where anyone was bound to show up!
I was already shaking my head in refusal as I spun around to meet his gaze. But to my chagrin, the amusement in those expressive blue depths were now gone. I felt my stomach give a gentle lurch and I knew without a doubt that he was serious about this. He would make sure I paid him back what was due no matter the humiliation I had to go through.
I lowered my lashes and allowed my book bag to drop from my shoulder. With hands that trembled lightly, I peeled out of my navy blue jacket and tossed it to the lush grass beneath my feet. I fumbled with the blue tie, unable to look at him as the tense silence grew between us. I heard a faint click of the camera as my fingers touched the buttons and I felt the blood rush to my face again. Why is he doing this to me? And why in sweet God’s name was I enjoying myself… a little bit. I got to the last one and dropped my hands to my sides, shivering a little as a gentle breeze caused my skin to break out in goosebumps. My nipples were now as hard as rocks and strained shamelessly at the simple cotton shirt.
“Take it off, Duo,” he said again and I could only obey like a fool. The shirt joined the jacket on the ground and I instinctively wrapped my arms around my waist in fruitless protection. I stole a quick glance to see what he was doing and almost felt my knees give way at the darkened look in his eyes. A part of me leapt in victory as he covered it quickly with the rather expensive-looking camera.
He wanted me. I didn’t care if he was gay or bi or straight but just the notion that I was capable of making the Heero Yuy feel this way was enough to make me want to walk around naked for the entire day if need be.
He took a few more pictures and nodded softly to himself as if satisfied. “Okay then…” he began and I didn’t need to hear anymore. I made a move to pick up my shirt when he stopped me again with an amused chuckle.
“Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t done yet.”
Say what?!
“What do you want now?!” I all but screamed at him, but for all my rather childish tantrum act, he laughed again and deliberately eyed the area below my waist with a hunger that had me turning away feeling rather self-conscious.
“Take off your pants, Duo.”
“Oh hell no! We are in public for crying out loud! I can’t stand around naked!”
He smirked and stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Do you think I give a fuck whether we are in public or not, Duo? You violated my classroom with your…” He snickered. “…actions. In any other school, you would have been expelled for what you did and all I have to do is walk up to the main office right there and let them know what you’ve been doing. You wouldn’t like that now, would you, Duo?”
Hate. The burning coiling heat rose from the pit of my stomach and into my mouth as I watched those lips form the words that would damn me to hell.
“You wouldn’t,” I muttered harshly, my entire body trembling with disbelief. “You wouldn’t!”
He narrowed his gaze. “Try me.”
“Fuck!”
He laughed and leaned back against a tree. “Take it off, Duo. You’re wasting my time and I need the light if I’m going to get good pictures.”
This was blackmail and he knew it!
I placed my hands upon my belt and tried to tell myself that this would be over in no time if I just did as I was told. Let him get his rocks off by seeing me naked. This would be the last time I ever do anything for him. I would keep my masturbation acts to myself now and wouldn’t have to be in debt to him again. Nodding to myself at the decision, I worked quickly and tugged the offending garment and my boxers to my ankles. I was a bit dismayed to find that my cock was already wet with pre-cum. That little voice inside my head that seemed to be growing with each passing second was telling me that this was pretty damn exciting. Here I was standing in the middle of a public park as naked as the day I was born. I could hear the faint sounds of laughter from students a few feet away and my erection only throbbed in response as my excitement grew.
Heero grinned in delight and lifted the camera to his face again.
“Ah, but you are beautiful, Duo.”
Beautiful? Like hell I was. So why was I still blushing?!
I tried to cover my arousal and he snapped back at me impatiently. “Don’t touch it…yet!”
Yet? What did he have in mind for me next?!
He took a few more pictures and I stood there like a moron, allowing him to violate and yet make me this hopelessly aroused. I watched my cock twitch in appreciation at the ‘attention’ it was getting. My fingers burned with the need to at least stroke it or to taste myself, but Heero hadn’t given me permission yet. Gah! This was torture!
“Show me your ass, Duo.”
I don’t believe this! “No! No, I won’t! I’m going back to my dorm!”
I wasn’t going to stay a minute longer to suffer through this. He had embarrassed me enough for one day and now…
“Argh!” I was pushed back against the rough bark of a tree, my eyes watering in pain as I felt the pressure against my throat. I could feel Heero’s hot breath against my burning flesh and I nearly screamed out in agony as he deliberately shoved my thighs apart to press himself tightly against me. I could feel every hard, sinewy length of his body against mine. The rough feel of his uniform against my naked skin had me trembling in need. I could feel my cum staining his shirt, but neither of us cared at this point. His lips were so close to mine that I was sure he was going to kiss me at any second.
And oh, god, did I want that or what?
“You are very stubborn, Duo,” he whispered thickly against my parted lips. His hands were still on my throat and I was sure there were going to be bruises there tomorrow. “And that’s what makes you so amazing to me.”
He rotated his hips a little and I all but howled in delight at how good that motion felt against my aching flesh. He laughed again, that low throaty sound that was like music to my ears. He loosened his grip a little and began a slow caress of my sensitive skin. His lips danced along the corner of my mouth and I whimpered as I felt the wet abrasiveness of his tongue on my flesh. Instinctively, I moaned and tried to reach for it, but he laughed again and pulled back a little.
“Kiss…”
“Hmm?” he asked teasingly as his fingers found a nipple to pinch it roughly. “What was that again, Duo?”
I hissed in a sharp breath and shook my head. “No…nothing…” Oh god! That hurt! “Stop…stop please…” I begged in a faint whisper as he continued to tug on the sensitive nub. He began to grind against me again and I could feel his own arousal through his pants as they both met and began their wild and erotic dance.
Pain and pleasure. Where one ended and the other began I had no idea, neither did I really care at the time. All I could feel, see, taste, hear was this boy before me. He was driving me wild and all I could think about was having that huge cock of his rammed as far as it could go into my ass.
I wanted him yet hated him!
“Heero…” The heat was becoming unbearable - our breathing now synchronized as one as we humped each other faster and harder. My hands reached for his shoulders and held onto it for dear life as he pounded me against the tree with no cares for my welfare or how many scratches I was bound to have come morning. He wasn’t even really fucking me, but the simulation was more than enough to have me screaming in satisfaction as my cock exploded in relief against his shirt.
The thick, heavy smell of my cum assailed my senses and I blushed furiously, trying desperately to hide my face in shame. I couldn’t control myself it seemed. Every thought around Heero was enough to make me feel this weak inside. I listened to his harsh breathing slow down as well as he gently released the grip on my neck. He caught my lower lip between his and sucked on it for a moment before releasing me completely. Without his support, I sank to the ground in a boneless heap. I couldn’t even get myself to look at him.
“Thanks for the pictures, Duo,” he said around a light laugh as he began to walk away. “You’re lucky I have an extra pair of clothes around here somewhere or I would have had a tough time explaining these stains to Mr. Dunbar.” He paused and thought for a moment. “Ah! I know! You have to do my laundry for a week. Trowa will meet you later on to tell you what you have to do. Don’t be late to pick them up.”
I groaned and closed my eyes as I listened to his receding footsteps. I felt bereft at his departure, yet relieved that it was over…at least for now. I bit my lower lip and realized with a pang that Heero was going to make this a never-ending circle of torture for me. At this rate, I was going to keep paying him until the day he graduated.
And the funny thing was…I couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for me.
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