Chapter Twenty:
Maxwell’s Legacy (1):
Wednesday,
For the benefit of those of
you with short attention spans…or maybe it’s just because I’m way too tired to
go into details, I’ll try to summarize what happened after the whole debacle
with Hamida as best I can.
Needless to say, the past two
days have been a whirlwind of actions and reactions. As it turned out, Trowa
had indeed punched Hamida in the
face, which would explain the blood we had seen on the guy’s forehead.
According to Trowa, Hamida had begun to shake him roughly, causing the
carefully taped (at least we thought it was) microphone to slip a little
beneath his shirt. Hamida was quick to notice it and all but ripped open
Trowa’s shirt in his fit of rage. Trowa, realizing that he was now in trouble,
had lashed out without really thinking. He was so mad, he told us, thinking of
all the kids Hamida had made junkies over the past few months and especially upset
about what had happened to Quatre. Of course, Quatre had cut in saying by
saying he wasn’t a junkie. He just wasn’t feeling too good thanks to a mild
bout of food poisoning. Either way, Hamida had gotten him by the neck and began
to wave the scalpel all over his face. What was a boy to do but obey the
homicidal maniac? The last thing I heard regarding Hamida was that he was going
to be charged with assault, sexual harassment of a minor(s) and of course,
possession and distribution of illegal drugs. I would definitely love to be in
court on the day of his trial.
Meanwhile, we were sent to
Kamishiro’s office, where there were other members of the school board, who
looked as if they had been sucker-punched by some powerful but yet invisible
force. It was a great moment for the students to shine in every sense of the
word and as we played the tape for them, you could see their features
slackening with disbelief or getting paler and paler with each word uttered by
Hamida. It was no surprise that Kamishiro’s first action was to try not to let
this get to the Press, but apparently, he had forgotten the power of his
students. You see, those who had been in school at the time, went home to tell
their parents and friends about it and on Tuesday morning, the school gate was
swarmed with an angry mob of parents and the curious Press alike, all demanding
to know how the administration could have allowed such a thing to happen in
their school without their knowledge.
At the assembly that morning,
Kamishiro, looking rather pale and sickly, had asked that all students involved
in Hamida’s drug scandal were to turn themselves in quietly. A mandatory drug
test would be given to all students for the next two days, so everyone was to
cooperate with the medical team that was going to be sent in. He also (and very
reluctantly I’m sure) recognized the eight of us for our hard work in putting a
stop to Hamida’s ‘diabolical’ plans and despite some mild boos we got – no
doubt from the students who had relied on the ex-Biology teacher for their
daily fixes – the much louder cheers we received made it all worthwhile. Of
course, Duo tried to milk the moment by taking the podium to make a short
speech. I think it went a little something like this:
“Thank you, thank you, you
fine ladies and gentlemen. It’s an honor to be standing in your presence this
fine morning for you see, what we are being praised for was nothing more than
sheer guts and geniuses on our part. So, just in case there are some fucktards
out there that think they can send me death threats just because I ratted you
out, I’d like to extend a challenge to meet me after school, mano-a-mano and
then we can have a nice long talk with our…”
“Thank you, Maxwell,”
Kamishiro cut coldly, while shoving Duo to the side with a glare and yet to
rousing applause and laughter from the rest of the students.
But Duo, ever the showman,
still managed to have the last laugh because as we made our way down the stairs
and back to our seats, he lifted his hands in a V sign for victory and yelled
out a loud ‘Down with Oppression!’ which was echoed by many students.
He got a week’s detention for
his valiant efforts.
After school on Tuesday, I
called a meeting of the Student Council which included all the Class
Presidents, their assistants, Club Presidents and the reluctant and almost
shame-faced sports team Captains. My plan was simple and straight to the point.
They would all have to speak to their classmates, club members or team members
about the incident. All students who had been involved with Hamida or were
still in possession of the drugs would have to confess or risk the chance of
being expelled from the school. It was a harsh policy but after speaking to
Kamishiro, The Buzzard, Mr. Williams, who was in charge of Student Government
Affairs as well as Chairman Kyoshiro, they all agreed that it was the best
course of action.
Today, there was a PTA
meeting of sorts that took place in the auditorium after school. Over a hundred
parents showed up, all either angry or curious to know what direction the
school was going to take after such a public disgrace. Many were threatening to
remove their children from the school and for the first time in my life, I
think I actually began to feel a bit sorry for Kamishiro. The past two days
have taken a toll on him and he’s beginning to look his age and even act like
that sometimes. I had to attend this meeting by the way and to my chagrin, I
became the unofficial spokesperson for the rest of the staff. It seemed as if
the teachers had gone mute and they left me to deal with the questions half of
the time. But I think I did well. I managed to convince the parents that
Fujisaki was a strong and resilient school and would be able to bounce back
from the scandal. I told them that many of the results from the drug tests were
coming back negative which meant that most of their children were clean and
free of all possible charges. The few students who were indeed caught were
either sent to counseling or required to leave the school for at least a week
or two of rehabilitation at a local Center for Youths in Crisis.
Ah yes, Kamui had returned to
school yesterday and I’ve got to tell you that I’ve never seen the boy smile as
much as he did when he saw Duo and I in the hallway. Short of hugging us like
long lost brothers, he settled for bowing repeatedly until Duo warned him about
having a broken neck or suffering whiplash before long. He said he had been
unable to come on Monday because his father had been really sick and he felt he
ought to stay home for some time. (Duo had looked slightly guilty when Kamui
said that by the way.) However, Kamui was slightly upset that he had missed all
the fun with Hamida and I was quick to remind him that he still had a lot of
school work to catch up with. Needless to say, Maiku (the guy who likes Kamui)
was by his side to help him through it all and watching those two talking -
every now and again blushing like teenage girls - was a beautiful thing to see.
So, that’s pretty much a run
down of what happened the past two days. I’m on my way home now, tired and
really determined to get myself a car by the end of the school year. The bus
was late in arriving and I waited at the bus stop for almost half an hour
before it finally showed up. Duo had left school early as usual, hoping to see
his mom or to get her out of bed at least. Eleanor was still cooping herself up
at home and hadn’t gone out for quite some time. Duo says that she barely eats
and he’s really beginning to get worried about her. I hate to say that I am
too. I mean if she’s this glum about Saito’s lies, I wonder how she’ll react if
Saito’s sleeping with another woman behind her back. She’ll probably commit
suicide or kill someone.
“Good afternoon, Mr.
Masataka,” I greet politely as I notice my neighbor sweeping the front of his
apartment. He lifts a hand to wave to me and noticing that he’s about to open
his mouth to begin a conversation, I smile quickly and all but dash to my
apartment to avoid it. I already have an idea of what he’s going to say, after
all the scandal did make the evening news yesterday. And since Masataka is an
elementary school teacher, you can imagine all sorts of lessons and moral rules
and regulations I’ll be forced to listen to.
As I step into my apartment,
my mind already programmed to start stripping and to jump into the shower, it
takes me almost a full minute to notice that one, my apartment looks quite dim
(I do leave my windows and curtains open to let in fresh air before leaving
each morning but they are closed now hence my confusion) and that two, there’s
the smell of food… and good food at
that. It’s an aroma that has my mouth watering and me stumbling in my haste to
make my way towards the kitchen.
“Holy…shit…”
I think that’s all I can say
anyway because anything else would have been unintelligible words mixed with
drool. Duo Maxwell is in my kitchen. Duo Maxwell is in my kitchen cooking
dinner. Duo Maxwell is in my kitchen cooking dinner and completely naked!
Good grief!
He’s bending now to look at
something in the oven, giving me a very tantalizing view of his ass and balls.
I swallow tightly, struggling to gather moisture into my mouth as I walk
closer. I’m not sure if he’s heard me or not although I have the feeling he
must have and is just pretending to ignore me. Either way, he’s clearly asking
for it and damn if he isn’t going to get it.
He’s spending an awfully long
time checking whatever he’s cooking in there and as I place my hands on his
hips, feeling the heat and steam from the oven brushing against my face, I
begin to caress the smooth curve of his ass cheeks, smiling as he shivers and
presses himself even closer to me. My cock is all but ripping my pants as I
begin to move slowly, easing the throbbing ache, as I simulate penetration. He
moans and mutters something.
“What did you say?” It’s not
surprising to find that my voice sounds like I’ve been sleeping for a long time
and I’m just waking up.
“I said, at least let me
close the fucking oven,” he says and promptly does as much. And with that speed
of his that never ceases to amaze me, he straightens up, turns around and soon
enough, I’m the one pushed against the wall and my lips crushed hungrily
against his. My hands reach for his ass again, thrusting him harder against me
as we begin to move in a rhythm our bodies have now become accustomed to. The
faint sounds of something sizzling in a pot or boiling soup pales in comparison
to the sounds of our rapid heartbeats and harsh breathing. Duo’s hands are
making quick work of my uniform and I help him as best I can, our lips barely
parting as I lift my arms to shrug out of my blazer.
“You have no idea how long
I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out,” he whispers harshly against my lips, his
eyes now dark pools of fire that has my insides melting with lust.
“Since when?” I breathe back,
tugging my tie restlessly as his fingers work on the buttons.
He grins, a feral motion that
has me growling softly. We’ve been moving towards the bedroom/living room by
the way – and it’s a damn miracle I haven’t bumped into anything yet.
“Since I saw you in that
gown,” he replies and shoves me backwards, causing me to fall to the bed with a
soft grunt. He pounces on me and seizes my lips again, plundering and taking as
much of me as he can. Oh god, it’s a relief to feel our bare chests against
each other and it doesn’t take much for my sensitive nipples to stiffen as he
rubs against them gently. His tongue begins to travel down my neck, his hands
still reaching for my pants to unbutton them.
“How…how long have you been
here?” I gasp helplessly, arching into him as his tongue flickers back and
forth over the stiff peaks. My fingers sink into his hair as he begins to
suckle on them like a baby and damn if I’m able to think coherently now.
“Long enough,” he murmurs,
tapping my hips gently. I lift them in response, allowing him to take my pants
and boxers off in one sweeping motion. Since I had already kicked off my shoes
at the doorway, there wasn’t much of a hindrance.
“AAAH! Duo…ah fuck….! What
about…about…?” But all I can do is let out a guttural sound of pleasure, my
lashes growing heavier, my breathing more shallow and yet ragged as his fingers
bury themselves deeper within my ass. My pleasure grows tenfold as his tongue
finds my cum-slicked penis and begins to lick as if deprived for a long time. And
when his mouth eventually takes over the job by swallowing me whole, I swear I
lose consciousness for a second.
“Turn,” I somehow manage to
gasp out weakly. “Duo…turn…”
He smiles around a mouthful
of me and then releases my swollen flesh with a final lick before obeying.
Yes! Finally!
I caress the warm length of
his cock, smiling to myself at how hard he is and how sticky his cum feels
against my fingers. With my wet fingers, I trace the tiny hole of his rectum,
snickering softly at his whimper and as the muscle of flesh seems to expand a
little as if inviting me to go in. But first things first. I begin to lick him
slowly, knowing how much this drives him crazy. He in turn retaliates by sucking
hard on my balls, something that almost always makes me cum way too soon.
Hissing in a sharp breath, I cry uncle by taking him completely, allowing him
to fuck my mouth as hard as he can while sinking two of my fingers into his
tight opening. He reciprocates my actions, causing my hips to jerk as if shot
with a million volts of electricity.
Our moans grow louder as our
pleasure begins to build to an earth-shattering crescendo. I can feel my
insides flaring with a heat that’s beginning to concentrate on the piece of
flesh in his mouth. His fingers are going deeper and deeper and before long,
he’ll find that spot that’s sure to send me off the edge or tumbling to the
floor, whichever comes first. He’s trembling above me now, my fingers now wet
with the depth of their exploration.
I release him quickly with a
small breathless cry, my eyes squeezing shut as I feel my orgasm approaching and
just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he lets me go and turns around
quickly.
“Duo,” I whimper, only to
fight back a scream as he impales himself upon me. His own cry is music to my
ears, my hands moving to his hips, idly noticing that it falls right on his
tattoo, as I thrust upwards to fill him completely. He arches his body, every
muscle on that incredible body tightening into relief as he adjusts himself to
my length. And just like that, he falls forward again, like a rag doll, his
hips now moving in time to my thrusts as our eyes meet and hold each other
prisoner.
I’ve long realized that
looking into Duo’s eyes when making love is intoxicating in itself. It’s so
easy to get lost in the tiny details – the way the pupils seem to expand and
contract with each breathe we take – the flashes of color, sometimes becoming
darker or lighter depending on how much closer he is to exploding. I can even
tell when he’s about to come from his eyes and as I notice the somewhat glazed
look drifting into them, I know he’s close. I reach up to sink my fingers into
his hair, forcing our lips to meet again as I pound into him even harder than
before.
I turn us around on the
narrow bed, now above him as I continue to take him completely.
“Ah…Heero…Heero…” God, I love
it when he calls me like that! And his face…now flushed and with light beads of
sweat on it…
“I love you,” I find myself
muttering thickly, feeling my heart soar at the tender look he gives to me in
return. If Quatre’s look to Trowa had melted my heart back then, well, I’m
pretty much mush right now.
“I love you too,” he whispers
breathlessly before closing his eyes and finally giving in to his orgasm. I
feel his inner muscles tightening around my cock as he explodes, his hot cum
splashing against our torsos and to the bed sheet. It’s a good thing he hadn’t
decided to hold on to me as the sound of my poor cotton sheets being ripped is
a reminder of how deep Duo’s fingers would have buried themselves into my back.
I’m sure I would have bled quite freely. However…
“Aaaah!” Once, twice, three
times, I spill my seed into him, my entire body stiffening with an
indescribable sensation of intense satisfaction and relief. I can feel the
trickle of my cum against his thighs and as he moves a little, I groan at the
friction it causes – a delicious and quite pleasurable feeling I might add.
I collapse on top of him with
a soft grunt, our bodies now slick with sweat as we try to steady our rapid
heartbeats and harsh breathing. His arms wrap themselves around my waist and I
make no attempt to withdraw from him, feeling my near flaccid cock still
twitching a little within the warmth of his ass.
“Well…dinner’s shot to hell,”
he finally says in a husky whisper, causing me to chuckle softly. Ah, it feels
good to be with him like this. It’s amazing how much better I feel already.
“What were you cooking
anyway?” I ask softly, feeling my lashes growing heavier with weariness,
preparing to snuggle against him and probably sleep.
“Thai – something I picked up
in one of mom’s cook books,” he says around a yawn, before patting my ass
gently. “Now get up, young man. Let’s go see what we can salvage, okay?”
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Apparently, not much could be
salvaged. No matter how many times I tried to wash out the crispy, charred and
quite shriveled chicken thighs in the sink, it did no good. Neither was the curried
stew which had become a thick crust and tasted like really bitter or sour orange
juice.
So we made sandwiches and had
a glass of milk instead.
Duo’s presently lying by my
side in bed as I try to read through the chapter assigned to us in Literature
class. I’m not sure if he’s dozed off or not, but it’s nice to feel his warm
and still naked body against mine. According to him, he had gone home as
promised, but his mother wasn’t there to his surprise. She had left a note on
the fridge saying she had to go to the hairdresser to get a ‘makeover’. A call
to the place had confirmed that she really was there – much to Duo’s relief. He
had assumed she had gone walking down the street like a zombie still dressed in
her housecoat. He told her he had to go visit a friend and was rather surprised
that she didn’t put up much of a fight. All Eleanor had said was that he be
back as early as he could and that was that.
I’m beginning to think that
Eleanor’s misery is way deeper than either Duo and I can even imagine. I asked
him about it and all he did was shrug and look away, effectively dismissing the
conversation. I think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel a bit worried that his
‘prank’ might have gone too far. If Eleanor really does love Saito and vice
versa, have we really destroyed something that would have been wonderful? I
hate to think that, but with the way things are going, it just might be the
only plausible answer.
“You’ve been stuck on that
page for almost ten minutes,” he murmurs against the nape of my neck, sending
delightful shivers down my spine.
“I was just thinking,” I
confess quietly, closing the book slowly to place my hands behind my head.
“What are you thinking
about?”
“You…”
He shifts a little and then
sits up on an elbow to look at me. “Why? Having doubts about me again?”
“No,” I shake my head and eye
the patterns on the ceiling…which is nothing really. Just huge white squares
all stuck together. “I was just thinking about you and me.”
“What about you and me?” His
finger is beginning to trace a pattern on my chest – up and down and around my
nipples and back up to the hollow of my neck.
“What happens after school,”
I say quietly, giving him a sidelong glance as his dancing finger stops
abruptly.
“What do you mean?” There’s a
hooded look in his eyes now and I know he’s beginning to go into that evasive
stage.
“After high school, then
what? Are we going to go to the same college? Have you thought about that at
all?” To be honest, I’ve been thinking about that a lot especially with Career
Day fast approaching. I guess a part of me has always entertained the thought
of Duo and I sharing a college dorm room together. But looking at him now, I
can feel that the dream might never happen. His lashes are lowered and his body
language is now slightly cold and distant.
“I don’t think I’ll be going
to college…”
I gasp in shock and sit up
quickly, but he only shrugs and continues. “…at least not immediately after
graduation.”
“But…but…what…?”
“I’ll travel,” he interrupts
as he lies back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know…maybe it’s
because of the summer trip with my mom, but there’s a whole world out there
that needs exploring you know. I want to do that…travel as much as I can before
going back to stuffy classrooms and boring lectures.”
“Ah…I see…” I fall back to
the bed and it’s startling to feel the growing distance between us even though
we are barely inches apart. My heart is breaking, there’s simply no other way
to put it. All dreams of both of us being together forever is shattering faster
than a piece of glass. Fuck.
“Not everyone’s cut out for
college you know,” he suddenly says in a tone that sends my hackles rising a
little.
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” I ask tightly.
“It means that not everyone
has to go to college.” He looks at me with a light frown on his visage. “Maybe
some of us aren’t cut out for it. I mean you…you’re just college material,
aren’t you? I bet you’ve got tons of schools looking for you already. I mean that’s
all well and good and believe me I’m happy for ya but as for me…”
“You’re a traveler,” I finish
quietly.
“Yes, I am.”
We fall silent again and then
I turn to my side, no longer able to look at him for fear he’ll see the misery
in my eyes. Damn it all. I can’t even begin to explain the heavy sadness in my
heart at this time. It takes me almost a full minute to realize that my cheeks
are now wet with tears I hadn’t even been aware I was shedding. The very idea
of being apart from Duo for more than three months (the summer vacation was bad
enough) is something I’m definitely not looking forward to. However, one has to
realize that it’s the harsh reality of Graduation Day. We’ll be saying good bye
to our old lives and getting ready for new ones – new locations, new friends,
new schools, jobs and even starting families.
I feel his hand on my
shoulder, a gentle touch that has me turning to him without even thinking twice
about it. He pulls me with his arms, as if shielding me from some unseen evil.
He begins to whisper my name softly, begging me not to cry or he’s going to
start some waterworks of his own. He tells me of how much he loves me and how
painful the decision is for him as well. I’m not sure who starts it again, but
our softly whispered words become tender kisses which in turn become gentle
touches of reverence as if worshipping our bodies anew. This time I let him
penetrate me, holding him tightly to me in the hopes that he’ll feel the
loneliness within every bone in my body.
When we finally come, it’s
simply the most breathtaking moment in the world and as he shudders and shivers
against me, I feel his hot tears against my heated flesh and know that he
finally understands.
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The shrill ring of my
telephone has me sitting up with a jerk and wiping the drool from my mouth. I
blink rapidly and stare almost dumbly at the papers in front of me. Crap. I had
been studying and must have fallen asleep at my desk…which would explain why my
back is killing me.
Oh yeah. The phone.
“Hello,” I mutter groggily
into it, still too sleepy to check the caller ID. “Heero Yuy…”
“Heero…dude…”
“Duo?” His voice shatters the
last remnants of sleep from my mind as I sit up a bit more, now gripping the
phone tightly in my hand. “Duo? Are you okay? What’s the matter?!”
His voice. Oh, god, he sounds
so afraid and yet angry and yet confused all at the same time.
“My mom…my dad…”
“What?? What are you talking
about?! Duo?!”
“My dad’s dead, Heero.” He
gives a choked sound like a sob. “My real dad’s dead and my mom’s going
ballistic here. Some guys came over tonight and they want to take me away. They
say they need his first heir to be there at his funeral, Heero.”
“Oh my god…Duo…”
“He’s dead, Heero! He’s dead!
Fuck it!” And now I know he’s definitely crying, harsh sounds of pure sorrow
that are a far cry from the silent ones he had shed in my bed earlier.
“She never let me see him!
Not once! No matter how much I begged her!” His voice is rising and rising and
finally in a tone that sends chills of fear down my spine, he spits out coldly.
“I hate Eleanor for doing
this to us, Heero and I’ll never ever forgive her.”
~End Period Twenty~