CHAPTER SIX + EPILOGUE:
First things first. I had to find out all there was to know about Heero Yuy – the boy behind the whole head boy façade. But here was the real kicker…who the hell was I going to ask about Heero? I couldn’t rely on rumors that kept spreading around the dorm all the time. First of all, they were pretty lame ones – like the one about Heero actually being a girl who went through a sex change and was made head boy because of that. Or my personal favorite, that Heero was actually a teacher who disguised himself as a student and was secretly in cohorts with the authorities and the CIA. Riiight. But anyway, weird shit like that spreads around these parts. God forbid any senior overheard it though. You were dead meat then.
But back to my predicament. I had no way of knowing just how to begin my quest. I had spent all evening chewing my fingernails to the quick in thought. Even Enkidu, who was the deepest sleeper ever known to man, had had a hard time ‘listening’ to me think.
Grrr…There had to be someone who knew about Heero without me having to grovel or beg for information. But if there was anyone who could talk to me about him, it would have to be a person who had known him since he was a freshman. I would have to end up talking to a senior.
But…who?
Quatre Winner!
Duh! I slapped a hand against my forehead. My very own housemaster and Heero’s best buddy was only a floor below me. All I had to do was walk up to his room and ask him about it and he would willingly tell me everything there was to know, right?
Yeah, fucking right.
I bet Heero must have sworn them all to secrecy or something. I bet they had all taken vows not to tell anyone about their dirty little secrets. I bet they would be so devoted to Heero that any thought of going against his wishes would be the biggest taboo of the century.
I sighed and flopped back against my pillows in frustration. There was no way I could just walk to the blond’s room to find out anything. He would think I was crazy and then tell Heero on me. Man, I didn’t even want to think of the pain that awaited me when that happened. I guess it would be best for me to think up something else.
I rolled onto my stomach and stared blindly out of the large window that separated me from the relative coolness of the outdoors. A slight breeze had picked up and it was the only sound – besides Enkidu’s snoring and the dull ticking of the alarm clock – that filled the late night silence.
The Lincoln dormitory was great at this time. No screams, no bells ringing, no doors slamming…just a peace and quiet that I was beginning to love and appreciate.
One long month had gone by since the incident with Heero in his bedroom. Like he had suggested, I had remained in my dorm, only coming out to meet him every other evening at his place. I would do his laundry and if he was in the mood, he would ‘play’ with me for a while. But this was crunch time for the seniors and I think he was beginning to realize that playtime would have to be cut down for a while. He had studies regarding the upcoming finals for graduation. If rumors were true, Heero wouldn’t really need to study for anything. The guy was a genius, right?
But still, I would sometimes watch the way his brows creased in concentration whenever he thought I was busy hanging up his uniforms. His friends weren’t there at that time. It was him alone and, for those few precious moments, I was allowed to catch a small glimpse of a Heero I had never seen. But my thoughts still wouldn’t let go of him as I lay on my bed staring blindly at the ceiling.
Just who are you really, Heero? And why am I going through the trouble to find out about the real you? You’ll graduate in less than three months and you’ll be out of my life. I should be happy, shouldn’t I? But no, you’ve scarred me with your presence and have now made me a slave to your desires. I can’t close my eyes without seeing your face in my mind. I can’t touch myself without imagining your hands on my skin.
I was barely aware that my hand had slid into my sleeping pants and that I was now beginning to stroke my cock slowly.
Were you shy and quiet as a freshman, Heero? Did you have lots of friends back then? Did you go through the shit you’re putting me through now? Were you beaten up or fucked by seniors and used as a plaything to appease them?
I moaned softly and then bit my lower lip to stop myself from being too loud. I slid a finger across the tip of my cock and felt the warm wetness of my cum. I fingered the slit gently, coating the lone digit with as much of the thick cream as possible.
What are your likes? Besides me, of course? What makes you smile…really smile…?
“Ugh…”
My hand was steadily becoming a blur as I began to pump myself faster. I was staining my pants, but I could care less at this point. My entire being was centered on the swelling rush of heat to my cock. I curled my toes and arched my neck; my eyes squeezed shut as I wondered what Heero was doing now.
Are you thinking of me, Heero? Are you wishing I was in your bed again with my ass up in the air? With your cock begging to take me? With your fingers stuck so deep inside…
“Aaah…”
I hissed in a sharp breath as my free hand reached to tease my hardened nipples. They pinched and pulled and caressed it with each rising crest of my impending orgasm. The world blurred before my eyes. My hips moved faster with each stroke. My cum dripped down to my fingers, coating them, washing them…
“Oooh…”
Heero…Heero…Are you thinking of me? Heero?!
I came forcefully, my entire body trembling and spasming uncontrollably as I flooded my hands, pants and sheets with my cum. I remained seemingly suspended off my bed as I tried to control my harsh breathing and finally with a low grunt, I fell back to the cool sheets with a satisfied smile on my face. I raised my sticky fingers to my lips and sucked each one clean, my tongue making quick work of a now familiar taste. Heero had licked me off before, but he still wouldn’t suck my cock…not that I wanted him to do it….
Okay, so I did, but that was never going to happen, was it?
It was low – so low at first that I was sure I had imagined the entire thing, but sure enough my skin prickled with awareness and I knew without a doubt that someone was watching me. I turned my head to the left quickly, my heart beginning to pound fiercely in growing worry. It wasn’t as if I was afraid of Enkidu knowing about my sexual preference – hell! The guy did jerk off some nights himself, so there was no shame in that.
There it was again. The low rustling sound. I tried to blame it on the wind, but I knew it to be otherwise. It wasn’t Enkidu. The guy was still dead to the world. It was from the outside. Someone or something was watching me…had been watching me it seemed. I swung my legs off the bed and tiptoed – drying cum and all – towards the window to peer out of it with curiosity and yet worry etched on my features.
Imagine my surprise and shock as I met taunting blue depths below me. It really shouldn’t have been that surprising, now that I think of it. Heero did have a knack of appearing when you least expected it. He was just standing there…still in his school uniform. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a rare glimpse of his bare and slightly bronzed chest to my gaze. My fingers gripped the edge of the windowsill till my knuckles turned white with the pressure.
He wanted me. I could see it in the smoldering light within his eyes. How long had he been standing there? Had he known I would give in to my needs? Had he listened to my moans of self-gratification? Had he been waiting for me all this…?
“I’m here, sir.”
My illusions were sent crashing to a halt as I watched the freshman step out of the shadows and towards the head boy. I watched with my mouth growing drier by the second as Heero broke into a small smile…or rather a smug smirk. I knew who the freshman was. His name was Drake and he was almost always mistaken for a girl because of his feminine and light features. In other words, he was too beautiful to be considered a guy. I watched Heero lean towards him and from my vantage point, it looked as if Heero was kissing him! I was unaware of the low growl I was emitting from deep within my chest. Neither was I acknowledging it as jealousy.
How dare he?! How dare he treat me this way?! Was I already old news to him?! Had Heero tired of me so quickly that he was ready to jump into another guy’s arms?! After all the shit he had put me through, I wasn’t going to let it go that easily!
He lifted his gaze to meet mine again and there was no doubt the challenge in his eyes. He was daring me. The fucked up bastard was actually daring me to do something! My eyes narrowed as I watched Drake lean into Heero and even a moron could tell just what the hell was going on. Heero was stroking Drake’s cock and making me watch! I swallowed tightly, trying hard to ignore the growing heat that was beginning to pool in the pit of my stomach. Despite my anger, I had to admit it was kinda…hot to watch…
Gah! What the hell am I thinking about?! I was supposed to be pissed off at the situation, not getting turned on by it!
Drake moaned and collapsed against the stronger boy and I watched with my cheeks burning and my cock beginning to twitch ever so gently as Heero lifted Drake’s legs to wrap them around his waist. He turned a little and I saw to my growing excitement that Drake now had no pants on. His ass met my widened gaze and I could see the thick trail of cum run down his parted thighs. I could make out the pink-tinted opening that was Drake’s asshole and I swallowed tightly. My cock was now a raging length against my torso and my knees were threatening to give way as I watched Heero tease the entrance with a finger before slipping the entire digit in.
In and out. In and out. Faster and faster that finger worked itself deeper into Drake’s ass. I was breathing harshly now, my fingers wrapped around my own cock as I caught Heero’s teasing look again. I moaned thickly and fell to my knees unable to hold myself any longer. I stroked myself to the low grunts and harsh breathing of the boys below, thankful I wouldn’t have to see them any more. But Drake’s small cry of release had me exploding in mere seconds. In the space of a few minutes, I had been subjected to two mind-blowing orgasms.
I was too tired to think – too spent to do much with myself. Heero had worn me out tonight and the funny thing was….he hadn’t even physically touched me at all.
I made a point of cornering Drake after classes the next day. I was still a bit jealous that Heero had found favor with him and wanted to know just what the hell was going on. He had looked at me with those soulful brown eyes of his and replied to me in that rather girly, soft voice that ‘Senior Heero had just asked me to meet him outside that night’ and ‘Oh, my goodness! Did you see what happened? Please don’t tell anyone. It was my first time, honest!’
I promised not to tell anyone, neither did I tell him that the scene had been a major turn on. Either way, I was still pissed off at Heero for doing that to me and this gave me even more of an incentive to snoop into his personal affairs. Hence, my sudden appearance in front of one Quatre R. Winner’s, door on that glorious spring day afternoon. I took a deep breath and convinced myself that I was only doing this because I had a right to know. I would deal with my punishment later.
“Enter.”
Whoa. Hold on a second. That didn’t sound like Quatre’s voice. If anything it sounded like…
“Senior Trowa!” I gasped out in surprise and dismay as I opened up the door to find myself not only face-to-face with the Jefferson housemaster, but Wufei Chang was in there as well. It looked as if they were all playing video games to let off some steam as I spied some of their textbooks lying about the rather nice looking room. It wasn’t as big as Heero’s but Quatre had done some pretty nifty things with the décor. I wouldn’t mind hanging out here if he asked me to.
“Was there something you wanted, Maxwell?” the blond asked with a small smile as he rose to his feet to meet me.
I tried to gather moisture into my now dry mouth as I watched the other two go back to their video game. But I knew that they were tuned to my conversation with Quatre. Christ! How was I going to ask about Heero without sounding too suspicious?!
And so thinking quickly, I began to rattle off the lie I had been practicing to myself all day. “The guys…I mean some of the guys and I were trying to do something in honor of Heero for Graduation Day. So, we were just going about trying to interview…”
“You want us to tell you about Heero, right?” Trowa interrupted while clobbering Wufei’s warrior with a final roundhouse kick. “I wondered when you’d come around to doing that.”
I felt my cheeks fill with color as they had seen right through my guise. Did I really suck as a liar?
“Here’s Heero in a nutshell,” Wufei said a bit curtly as he glared at Trowa and proceeded to pick out a new character. “He’s a power-hungry, sometimes selfish, rude and sadistic bastard, who just so happens to be your head boy. Got it?”
“Ah…”
“Don’t forget a self-pompous ignorant fool, who thinks the whole world is his oyster,” Trowa added with a light shrug. He picked out a female fighter this time around.
Yikes. I thought they were all supposed to be buddies!
Quatre smiled softly and shrugged. “They are right, Duo. Heero has always been…a bit…odd. His quest for power began from the very moment we stepped foot into this school.”
Trowa added almost absently. “We had all met at the airport where the school shuttle was supposed to pick us up. Well, he wasn’t much of a talker, but when we three decided to make friends with him and asked him what he wanted to do when we got to the school. Guess what he says?”
“He wants to be become the Head Boy of the school,” Wufei finished with a snicker. “Naturally, we all thought he was nuts and let it slide.”
“But we underestimated him,” Quatre mused quietly. “He was one determined guy that was for sure.”
“The Head Boy at the time was Zechs Merquise. You might have seen his picture in the hallways…”
I had seen his picture alright. Blond, blue eyes and wickedly handsome. I would have done him in a heartbeat if given the chance.
“…Zechs was a pretty cool guy,” Wufei continued. “He allowed the freshmen more access than you have today. Going into the senior dorm was like going to see your big brother or something. It was a cool place to hang out in.”
Far cry from what it’s become today, I thought ruefully.
“Anyway,” Trowa interrupted again. “It all began with Zechs.”
What all began? What?? I darted furtive glances from one boy to the other as they exchanged meaningful looks between themselves.
Quatre was the one to take the reigns. “He sold himself to the devil…so to speak, Duo.” He gave a weak smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He…eh…”
“He became the school whore…only problem was that no one knew it besides the seniors…and the three of us, of course,” Wufei finished with a bitter smile. “He’d come back each night looking as if he had been through a marathon fuck session. He would have that smug look on his face and that damn camera of his.”
“He took pictures of all of them to keep in his collection. He would use it to blackmail anyone who dared to get in his way,” Quatre said. “He even went as far as sleeping with some of the teachers…”
“Or better yet, find someone who will sleep with the teachers,” Trowa cut in again. “He would make us follow him and make us watch as the teachers we once admired would be reduced to whimpering and bumbling fools in his presence. I’ll admit, the guy did scare me a little. He always had this intensity, you know?”
“An intensity only magnified by the fact that he was gaining popularity for his services and was slowing winning his way through the administration…”
Heero…Heero had sold his body for power. But…but why?
“Why…?” I asked softly. “Why would he do such a thing?”
The three boys shrugged. “We couldn’t tell you, Duo,” Quatre replied quietly. “If you want to know why, then you should see him and talk to him.”
“He’ll probably listen to you,” Wufei deduced with a sigh as he lay back to the floor. He finally caught my gaze and gave me a rare smile. It wasn’t much though. “You managed to crack through that wall of his the other night. We have never seen him so worked up over you like that.”
Quatre laughed. “We have never seen him so fixated on one particular person either.”
I blushed darkly and tried to lower my gaze. Damn! This was kinda embarrassing.
“He usually plays with a freshman for a few days and then dumps him,” Trowa added with a light chuckle. “You are different, man. You’ve lasted an entire semester. You’re his last I should think. After all, we’ll be gone in less than two months.”
Yeah, that’s right. They would be gone soon and I was yet to accomplish my mission. I had to get Heero to give in to me a little. It was the least he could do to atone for his sins. Fuck, I sounded like a goddamn priest. But, still I was grateful. More than grateful that they had talked to me and I think it shone in my eyes or something because they all looked uncomfortable and turned their gazes away.
“You may leave now, Duo,” Quatre said softly as he began to lead me towards the door. “Don’t worry, this is between the four of us. He will never know.”
And barely managing to give them another smile of gratitude, I was literally pushed out of the room and finally left to my own devices.
From here on out, I was in charge of my own destiny.
It took me another long two weeks before I could muster up enough courage to go ahead with my plan.
I watched him from the corner of my eye as he gnawed at the pen in his mouth with frustration. He was clearly having some issues with the problem before him and a little part of me gave a small whoop of victory at how ‘distressed’ he looked. I hung up the last of his uniforms and closed my eyes, trying to remember the pep talk I had given myself while doing his laundry. This was the night I was going to make my move and there was no turning back now. Trowa had said I had broken down a part of Heero’s wall and now it was up to me to perhaps try to send the rest crashing down as well.
He was, thankfully, still sitting at his desk and as usual, he was bare-chested and dressed in only a pair of loose gray sweat pants. His back was turned to me as I began to peel out of my uniform quickly but quietly until I now stood completely nude in the middle of the rather cold room. I shivered lightly and wrapped trembling fingers around my throbbing cock as I began to walk towards him. I held my breath as he dropped the pen and lifted his hands above his head to stretch his aching muscles.
Perfect! Just the opportunity I was looking for!
And with a quickness I had not realized I possessed within me, I caught the exposed hands within mine and tied them up quickly with my necktie. Needless to say, Heero was one surprised human as he gaped almost comically at my actions. I hoped I had made the bond tight. The guy was pretty strong after all. But as predicted, the look of surprise was quickly replaced with one of growing fury. I could clearly see the dangerous glint in his eyes as he bit out coldly. “Untie me, Duo.”
“No,” I responded just as coldly as I forced myself to meet his angry depths. I hoped mine matched his because weakening would only defeat my entire purpose.
“Untie…what the hell?!”
I had reached for his pants and tugged them down to his ankles, revealing a cock that I had only imagined in my dreams. Not once, had Heero shown it to me. Not once had I been given the pleasure of seeing it, but now, right before my eyes was the most beautiful present he could have ever given to me. It stood long, thick and proud amongst the dark tuft of hair at its base. It glistened and shone in the pale light of the room, it’s tip swollen and almost red with the force of its arousal. The slit leaked with cum and my tongue literally burned to taste it. I licked my lips and reached for my cock to stroke it gently before his face. My lashes grew heavy as I stuck two fingers into my mouth to coat it with saliva. I could hear his heavy breathing. I watched the way the anger slowly began to melt away to lust and desire. I watched his nipples harden and stick out prominently in his chest. My mouth watered.
I was going to taste Heero, whether he liked it or not.
With a sound between a moan and a growl I began to do just that. l leaned forward to straddle his thighs being careful not to sit on his straining flesh. Our cocks brushed against each other and we all but screamed at the jolt of electricity that ran through us. I removed the fingers from my lips and slowly teased my entrance with it. I had to move up a little and this only caused our engorged organs to rub against each other more. Heero cursed and I laughed softly before hissing in a sharp breath as I buried my fingers into my ass. I deliberately avoided Heero’s lips as I began to literally lick my way down his body. I wanted it all. Every hot, sweat-slicked, salty, exotic, cinnamon-like taste of him. I finger-fucked myself harder, sliding downwards as my tongue lapped hungrily at his nipples. He jerked upright at the contact and began to shake his head.
“Don’t…don’t…”
“Don’t what?” I asked in a muffled voice as I sucked hard on a tight nub. He arched and almost threw me off the chair in his excitement. I could feel his cum wet my skin and I grinned in pleasure.
“Don’t…touch me…not down there…oh god…”
He was reduced to moaning incoherently as I slid completely off him and fell to my knees with my fingers still pumping away within me. I worshipped his cock from my new vantage point and wrapped eager fingers around it. He seemed to flinch and as I met his eyes, I could see…panic? I blinked in surprise and tried to tell myself that it was all my imagination.
Well, to hell with it, I thought. He had put me through hell, it was only fair I return the favor. And so closing my eyes, I inhaled his unique scent with delight and began to lick him slowly. He must have cried out, I couldn’t be sure, but the next thing I knew was that I was swallowing him completely…all the way till I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. He had trapped my head against him even with the bonds around his wrist. I did my best to suck as hard as I could, but he was beginning to fuck my mouth as hard as he could. I could feel every throbbing vein in the thick flesh and his balls slapping against my jaw. I felt him swell within me and I knew I had to get air or I was going to gag to death. I tried to push myself away, but he continued to hold me prisoner. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breathe as much as I could. But my nose was buried within the dark hairs of his crotch and it was all I could do to control the wave of dizziness that was beginning to wash over me. I heard him grunt and, with one huge swell of the cock within my mouth, Heero exploded and came…and came…and came.
I honestly tried to swallow as much of the thick fluid as I could but I was beginning to feel lightheaded. I needed air and fast. With all the strength I could muster, I finally pushed myself away and fell back to the floor weakly, coughing and gagging in helplessness. His cum dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin, my entire body heaving with the force of my exertion as I lifted my head to catch his gaze.
He had a small smile on his handsome features and I noticed to my chagrin that the bonds were gone. All this time he had been pretending to be tied up when he had easily released himself.
What an asshole!
“You wanted to taste me, right?” He drawled lazily as he reached for his cock to stroke it gently. It still looked hard and ready for another round and from where I crouched on the floor, I had never seen anything look so huge. It was bound to rip me apart.
“Come here, Duo,” he commanded softly.
“No,” I replied quietly as I lowered my head almost in tears now at how badly things had gone. I had hoped to take the upper hand and to subdue him but no, as usual, he was always the victor.
He would always be the victor.
“I want you now, Duo,” he murmured thickly and my head shot up in surprise. There was a need in that sentence that clearly spoke volumes. His eyes were still giving nothing away, but I could tell that he was ready for me now. The question was…
Was I ready for him?
I rose to my feet and straddled his thighs, my cheeks flaring with color as he wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer to him. He reached for my braid and began to unravel it. We said nothing, only allowing our slow but heavy breathing to fill the silence. My lashes fluttered closed as I allowed his strong fingers to stroke the long tresses gently. They fell in loose waves around me…us… as I listened to him give a small grunt of appreciation. Yeah, my hair can do that to a person.
“Duo…” he called me softly.
“Yes, sir?” I whispered in response.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered again as his hands cupped my ass to lift me a bit
higher.
I blushed darkly and did as I was told. I felt the tip of that thick flesh nudge against my puckered opening and I shivered and held on tightly to Heero’s shoulders, forcing myself to stare into those dark blue eyes that were now molten with a heat that seemed to burn through my soul.
And then he began to speak. “You had no right to touch me there, Duo.”
I bit my lower lip to stop myself from screaming at the mind-numbing pain. There was no gentleness at all. Just one smooth, swift thrust right up my ass and straight to the sensitive nerve endings that made up my prostate. I must have died and gone to heaven or hell there and then.
But surprisingly, I could still hear him speaking as he began to fuck me hard, having no concerns over whether I had adjusted to his length or not.
“No one, Duo…” He grunted and tightened his hands on my waist. I was sure he was going to break my ribs just as I was digging my fingernails into his shoulders so deeply, I was sure I was drawing blood. I rode him fiercely, feeling as if that huge flesh of his was in every pore of my being. I was impaled by that hot stick of flesh just the way I had always imagined and wanted to be. To describe it in mere words would do it no justice. Sweat rolled off our skins as we filled the room with the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, our grunts, our low cries, our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of our coupling. My cock was in a world all of its own as it rubbed hard against Heero’s washboard torso with each frenzied movement.
“You…weren’t…supposed…to…” Heero grunted out thickly with each thrust. He moved faster.
The chair creaked beneath us. He noticed and growled softly. With one motion of his hand, he swept away all the books on the table to the floor and proceeded to place me upon it as he got off the seat with his cock still buried deep within me. He lifted my legs and placed them above his shoulders and continued to thrust hard into me. I could only arch my back and cry out as the pain subsided into the most mind numbing sensation of pleasure I had ever experienced. I opened my eyes to meet his and for the first time ever and probably the last, I saw Heero at his most vulnerable. Gone was the impassive look of boredom on his features. Gone was the cynical look in his eyes. Gone was the perpetual smirk on those full lips.
Now, Heero looked more alive to me. His bangs now damp with sweat, lay plastered against his flushed skin. Those beautiful blue eyes were now filled with a glazed look that bordered on pleasure and ecstasy. I had made Heero look that way. Me! Little ol’ freshman me was making the great Heero Yuy look like he was about to have the most intense orgasm of his life.
Man, what a feat.
And boy, did we have an orgasm or what? I could feel my cock swell within his hand just as his was beginning to grow a bit thicker within my ass. I sat up and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, burying my face against his shoulder as I muffled my cries of delirium. My cock felt as if it were bound to explode at any second and it did - literally too. I couldn’t keep it in any longer as I threw my head back and cried my release to the world while coming hard against Heero’s hand and torso. Barely seconds later, I felt the hot spurt of his cum coat my inner walls and begin to trickle between my ass cheeks and onto the desk. He gave a small cry of satiation before collapsing wearily upon my heaving body. My legs were still spread wantonly upon his shoulders, but I did not have the strength or inclination to bring them down. I wanted to keep Heero deep within me for as long as possible.
I had the feeling that this was never going to happen between us again and I hated to know that I was right.
He gave me one slow last thrust as if needing to make sure I had milked him dry before releasing me none too gently. I winced again, but was thankful that I was now slick enough to withstand the pain. He sat down heavily on his chair as I sat up slowly. I stared into the handsome features, which still looked flushed but was now filled with an unreadable expression. He just kept staring at me and it was all I could do to keep my gaze trained on his. Had I succeeded? Had I finally broken down those walls of his? Was he finally going to tell me why he wanted to be someone in authority all the time?
“I’ve never fucked anyone before,” he muttered softly and I was sure my jaw had dropped to the ground. That…that couldn’t be true! I thought Trowa and the others had said…
“I was always the one taking it up in the ass,” he continued with a small smirk now on his features. The familiar gesture caused my heart to beat a little faster. “I would have liked for the roles to be reversed since I am used to that, but I guess it turned out for the best, right?”
He would have liked for me to fuck him?!
“Heero…” I began but he silenced me with a finger against my lips and a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“It’s over, Duo,” he said quietly. “You’re free to go now.” He snickered and motioned for me to get off the table. “I’ve got to study, lover.”
I blushed again at the taunt but shook my head stubbornly. “Why did you do it, Heero?” I asked desperately. “Why did you want power so much? Why did you want to become a Head Boy?”
His jaw tightened and I was sure he was going to kick my ass for my audacity. “You’ve gotten what you wanted, Duo. So why don’t you leave me alone now? I told you that you have your freedom now, so get out…wha…?”
I had thrown myself against him then, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as I held on tightly for dear life. I couldn’t…God help me, I couldn’t let go of him. I didn’t want him to let me go that quickly. I wanted him to protect me in that indirect way of his. I wanted him to touch or play or tease me for as long as he wanted. I wanted him to…to…
“Do you like me at all?” I whispered thickly, fighting back the tears of sadness that filled my being. “Do you even like me a little bit besides being a good fuck?”
A long and heavy silence was all I received as he said nothing. He didn’t even bother reciprocating the hug and with a harsh sob of anguish I finally let it go. All the tears I had saved up for months came rushing out in a flood against his hot skin. He sat there and allowed me to cry, never saying any words of comfort or making any attempt to ease my suffering. I had no idea of how long I cried my heart to him or how long we sat there in silence, but my eyes slowly grew heavier with each passing minute. I was tired of it all, I guess. I had lost Heero. I had gotten what I wanted with my body – his body, but my heart would never be the same.
For now though, I hoped he would allow me the pleasure of being with him tonight as I slowly gave in to my weariness.
If nothing else please…let me savor this final moment with you, Heero, I pleaded inwardly as I finally began to doze off. It’s the least you can give to me…
Heero never spoke or sent for me after that night. I was no longer accosted by seniors and beaten to a pulp. I was no longer subjected to his stalking tendencies, neither did I have do his laundry – which I had come to love doing - anymore. I had even dared to go to his dorm at one time, but he had all but left me outside to freeze to death by ignoring my desperate calls. Like a fool, I had become the one who stalked him - needing him to notice me again. Needing his attention like a sex-staved moron.
I missed him like crazy, damn it!
I wrapped my arms tightly around my raised knees as I heard the dull chime of the main hall bell. It was time for the Graduation commencements to begin. Everyone was required to dress in their best school suits but I had not moved from my position on the bed. I could vaguely hear Enkidu running around the room in excitement. He and Fuujisaki were already set to leave the dorm with the other freshmen, but I wasn’t going. It was going to be too painful to watch. To know that this was the last time I was ever going to see Heero again was too much to bear.
They called for me but I ignored them and buried my face against my knees. I couldn’t look at them in the eyes any more. They had asked about my welfare, but I had shunned them away, asking them to leave me alone. I had become a recluse - allowing my self-pity and despair to overwhelm my normal cheerful countenance.
I had thought I would be able to get through to Heero. But my naïve and stupid plans had been shot to hell. All I had gotten in return was the newfound knowledge that I had fallen for a guy that didn’t really give a shit about me. Yeah, it took me a whole semester to figure that much out. He had hurt, teased and humiliated me beyond words during the school year, but still…still I needed, wanted and craved him like a drug. And he was about to leave me…
“Hey, the seniors are getting ready to leave!” Someone yelled and I lifted my gaze to stare miserably out of the window. I heard Enkidu and Fuuji leave the room with the other running freshmen. Heero would have relinquished his role as Head Boy and according to the rumors, he had finally given up his power to a junior who seemed to be a much nicer guy.
I watched the white and pink blossoms of the tree outside my window blow softly in the cool afternoon breeze and held up a hand to catch the soft petals that had floated into the room. Something warm and wet fell to my palm and I realized that they were my tears.
“The seniors are getting ready to leave!”
One last time, I told myself. I would see him one last time…for the memories.
And wiping the tears quickly from my face, I got to my feet and began to run towards the commencement hall. It was a good distance from the Lincoln and I knew I would have to pick up the pace if I hoped to catch Heero before he disappeared from my life. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I ran through the crowds of proud parents and students, my lungs feeling as if they would burst with how fast my feet were taking me. I spotted a small group of seniors in their black robes and almost gave a whoop of joy at recognizing who they were.
Trowa was the first to spot me and he gave a small wave in acknowledgement. I stopped more to catch my breath and yet in realization that I was never going to be able to be in their circle again. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between us and one false step could shatter this illusion we had created. They all turned to look at me now each with a knowing smile and a wave to me.
I felt something shoved in my hand and I noticed dully that both Fuuji and Enkidu had caught up to me and had given me a camera.
“For the memories…” Someone said and I could feel the burn of unshed tears. Man, but I was an emotional wreck these days.
I lifted the camera to my eyes and had to struggle to hold it steady. Trowa and Wufei flanked Quatre, but it just wasn’t complete or right, you know? There was someone missing. The final piece to the fucked up puzzle.
And then the name that I thought I would never hear for a while filled my ears.
“About time you showed up, Heero,” Wufei joked as he made room for the former Head Boy. Heero was dressed in a black robe as well, but it had gold trimmings on it – a sign of his past position in the school. A sign of a power he had once wielded over the members of this school…over me.
But there was something different about him today. Something that almost made me drop the camera in surprise.
Heero was…Heero was smiling.
An actual, genuine smile of pleasure that took years off his handsome features and made him look like a little boy all over again. He placed his arms across the blond and Chinese boy’s shoulders and mugged for me. I noticed, with a reluctant smile tugging my lips that he was making a peace sign behind Wufei’s head and as I caught those magnificent blue eyes of his, I clearly saw the unspoken message that was sent to me.
I gave a soft nod and took the picture…several pictures… until Trowa’s uncle came by to pick them up. They turned around to leave and I could feel my heart breaking all over again. What had I come here to do anyway? To subject myself to this final torture? Wouldn’t he at least stop to say a special goodbye to me? That was a naïve way of thinking, but still, he could have just stopped or something.
Heero…don’t…
He slowed his steps as if he had heard my inward cry of pain and spun around with a small smirk on his lips. There was something clutched in his hand and with a curt nod, he threw it towards me. I barely caught the small, but cool object, but once I opened up my palm to see what it was, I felt the world spin around me at a dizzying pace.
It was his badge. His official Head Boy badge.
I lifted my head quickly to ask him what it meant, but all I was left with was the heavy smell of azaleas and the lingering scent of his cologne in the afternoon air.
That was the last time I ever saw Heero Yuy again.
And I knew then that a chapter of my life was over and a new one was about to begin.
Epilogue:
“Whew…” I drop my pen and crack my aching knuckles gently as I lean back in my chair to eye my laptop in weariness. Shit! Had I been writing for that long? Who knew reminiscing the past could do this much to one mentally and physically?
“Sir? I am done with the laundry.”
I cock my head to the side to eye the freshman standing in my room with a small smile. “Thanks a lot, Sam. You know what to do next,” I add with a snicker. He blushes and nods softly before making his way to the bathroom.
He’s a good kid – Sam is, but Enkidu and Fuuji are due to arrive at any minute and it wouldn’t do to keep them waiting with my new toy.
Placing my hands behind my head, I close my eyes and hum softly to the smooth sounds of jazz that fills the room from the state-of-the art CD player.
Ah, it is good to be in my position, for you see, I am Duo Maxwell – the newly appointed Head Boy of one of the most prestigious schools in the country.
Word has it that there is to be a reunion party for the class of ‘04, taking place in the main school hall next Saturday. It would be a great opportunity for old and new friends alike to meet up and talk about the old times. It has been a long three years in the making, but I think I am finally ready to meet him again…and this time, I vowed not to make any more mistakes.
He had all but told me that on his graduation day with his eyes.
Be ready for me when I return, Duo. You still owe me…
Yes, I do owe you, Heero Yuy and I will make sure that this time around, I’ll pay you back…completely.
-The End-
Gundam Wing Fiction
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