I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you are gone
And though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along
-
Evanescence (My Immortal)
Warning:
Lemon, Violence, Death of MCs
Rating:
NC-17
Nineteen:
Hot sweat rolled off young bodies that strained with
each movement against the other. Low pants, encouraging moans, a whimper here
and there filled the air that was thick with the smell of lust and sex. The
curtains were still drawn and the darkness that shielded their sinful act
created a much-needed haven for them.
The younger boy’s hair was
unraveled and lay in damp, slick lumps against the creamy white of his skin.
Although it was now flushed with the culmination of ardent kisses and warmth,
one could see the strain of strong muscles clench and unclench as he continued
his rhythmic up and down motions on the man beneath him. He threw back his head
and cried out in pleasure, as the thick flesh within him seemed to swell to the
bursting point. His own organ was trapped in talented hands – hands that
stroked and pumped him at a frantic pace. He could feel himself get hot;
incredibly hot and he knew he was bound to explode at any minute.
Moist, swollen lips were
licked hungrily. Whispered words of love – albeit dirty - escaped them both as
eyes squeezed shut, knowing the inevitable was about to happen. The older man’s
hand released the cum-slicked flesh he had been stroking to hold on tightly to
the slender hips of the boy above him. With a fevered grunt, he thrust upwards
harder than before. He could feel every inch of the boy’s inner muscles trap
and caress his swollen flesh.
Oh god! Never had their
lovemaking been this intense before. It was as if the boy was trying to milk
him for all he was worth. With a low cry, he sank his teeth into the pale flesh
of the younger one, feeling the huge rush of heat envelope him as he soon came
hard and fast.
Oh, Duo…
It was thick. It was
intense and he couldn’t get enough of it. The boy held back his own orgasm
until he was sure his lover had reached his. He felt the warm seed baptize him
yet again and knowing that holding back was no longer necessary, he clenched
his inner walls tightly before screaming in pleasure as his thick fluids
escaped the jutting organ between their torsos.
Panting and gasping for
air, the boy fell forward with a low moan, muscles that had been clenched
earlier, now relaxing slowly as he tried hard not to pass out from the
intensity of his orgasm. He could still feel the flesh stir within him and he
groaned weakly. He ground his hips seductively, smiling softly as he listened
to the weak moan of protest from the teacher.
No more tonight it seemed.
He would have to make do with this for now.
The boy felt the hand on
his chin and he willingly allowed himself to be kissed. He could still taste
himself within the teacher’s mouth as he had been sucked off earlier in the
evening. He let his tongue tease the other’s, knowing that he would have to
stop soon or he would never want to get off the older man’s lap.
“Just one more time,” he
begged weakly against his lover’s delicious mouth. “Please…”
“Duo…we’ve been at it for
almost two hours now,” the man replied softly. “Don’t you want to take a break?
You should be sore by now.”
The boy pulled back gently
to stare into the flushed and sweaty visage of the older man. And after a good
long minute of staring into David’s concerned blue depths, Duo rolled his eyes
and got off quickly. He winced at the loss of the thick flesh and almost
stumbled to the floor as a sharp pain wracked his body. He hated to admit that
David was right. His body did feel like it was going to crumple in minutes.
“Are you okay…?”
“Fine,” came the curt reply
as he stumbled his way into the bathroom and promptly locked himself in it.
He stared at his reflection
in the mirror, noticing the dull bite marks on his shoulder and the imprints of
David’s hands on his skin. He would have to wear something with long sleeves
tomorrow as the bruises were bound to be visible by then. He felt something
warm trickle down his thighs and he stared moronically at it. David’s seed. It
looked so thick and white against his skin and not really thinking twice about
it, he ran a finger across it and stuck it into his mouth. He closed his eyes
and moaned thickly at the salty taste. He could feel his cock throb with the
need to be touched…again and knowing full well that David wasn’t going to
satisfy him tonight, Duo set out to give himself the ultimate pleasure.
David remained immobile on
the bed, but he wasn’t deaf to the sounds of Duo’s moans from the bathroom. He
could feel his own cock twitch in reaction and cursing softly, he struggled out
of bed and staggered towards the living room and away from temptation. He was still
sticky with Duo’s cum and the need to wash himself off was quite overwhelming.
But rather than risk the chance of getting jumped on again by the insatiable
teen, David decided to suffer through the thickening fluid for at least another
five minutes.
Reaching for the remote
control, he turned on the TV and sat down gingerly on the couch – after shoving
some books that Duo had left there earlier to the floor. Surfing through shows
that made little to no sense to him, David allowed his mind to wander towards
the events of the past year. Duo had turned sixteen a week ago and needless to
say their lovemaking that night had caused them to stay in bed for the entire
day afterwards. David was beginning to find it a bit hard to keep up with the
boy’s growing sexual appetite and things had only gotten worse after a certain
period of time. He frowned lightly trying to remember the reason for the sudden
change. Duo was beginning to act…clingy. The teen now wanted to know
every single place that he wished to visit or who he was visiting. Duo wanted
to spend every waking minute with him and never leave his sight. At first,
David had thought it was endearing and rather…sweet, but when Duo was quick to
lose his temper whenever David refused to tell him of his whereabouts, the
teacher had decided that something was definitely wrong with the teen.
Duo was becoming too
possessive.
The teacher still couldn’t
understand the need for it. He had been faithful to Duo all this time and had
never gone out of his way to seek for another’s attention. Rubbing a hand
wearily across his face, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch.
He would have to talk to Duo about his behavior and try to find out if he could
help in any way. He doubted the boy would talk, but anything was better than
going through his ‘stage’.
He yawned and got to his
feet, arms stretching out to relieve tense muscles. He was just about to make
his way back into the bedroom, when the dull chime of the doorbell had him
doing a double take. He glanced at the clock on his wall. It was ten in the
evening. Who in the world would want to visit him at this time? Or perhaps it
was just one of Duo’s friends again. Sighing softly, he reached for a blanket
that had been lying on the floor. Wrapping it loosely around his waist, he made
his way towards the front door and opened it up carefully.
He opened up his mouth with
a ready smile on his lips. “How may I help…you…?”
Only to have the smile
falter as the person standing on the other end grinned back maliciously at him.
“Allo, teach! Top of tha
even’ ta ya, eh?” came the jovial greeting from
David’s eyes widened as he
recognized what it was. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as he
willed his instincts to kick in. He reached out to grab the other man’s hand in
an attempt to knock the gun out of it, but he wasn’t quick enough. He vaguely
heard the sharp report from the weapon and the dull flare of pain in his thigh.
Was it the left or right one? He couldn’t tell. But as he felt himself falling
to the ground, his last thought was of the boy who was still locked up in the
bathroom.
Duo…shit….Duo…run!
It was no secret that the
prison system in the South Mainlands was a joke. City
council men and elected officials alike had done all they could in their years
in office to avoid the issue of dealing with prisoner’s and their welfare
properly. There was only one major police precinct and it comprised of two very
large three-story buildings that was smack dab in the middle of the city. Petty
thieves and murderers, who weren’t in line for the death penalty, were placed
in Block B – the infamous building of death. There had been many an occasion
where prisoners were found dead on their bunk beds and neither police nor
wardens could do much about it. Perhaps they felt they ought to be grateful for
the deaths as space was becoming limited and the need to get rid of most of
them had become inevitable.
Block B was hell for anyone
who was not strong at heart. First time murderers rarely had a chance of
lasting a week in there.
However, for one man, Block
B had slowly become a second home to him. It wasn’t his first time being there.
He had been locked up during his eighteenth year for stabbing that asshole
father of his, till the point of death. Needless to say, for young Griffith
Sheedy, the experience in this block was one he had never forgotten.
And now, almost thirteen
years later, he was back in the joint for killing another man. He was lucky
they hadn’t caught his other transgressions after he had been released the
first time. But then again…he had been saddled with a certain boy once he had
gotten out of prison.
His stupid sister’s kid.
His stupid sister who had
gone out with that stupid asshole, James or something Maxwell. His stupid
sister who had hardly given him the time of day. His stupid sister who had left
home (if you could call that a home) to go and marry that fella and live in a
nice house. The stupid sister he had tried to contact numerous times to lend
him a few bucks here and there. The stupid sister who always told him to get
lost and would dump a few dollars on the doorstep and tell him never to show
his face again.
Griffith grit his teeth as
he stared blindly at the plain stone ceiling above him. He could vaguely hear
the sound of his bunkmate snoring as loud as a fire engine below him. But that was
all right because in a few hours, he would be breathing in the fresh clean (or
polluted as the case may be) air of the city again. He had been planning this
escape with the guys on the lower level of the block. Everyday during their
‘recess’ outside, they had planned their methods of leaving the dump.
There was a small but
sturdy pipe that ran from the prison’s basement, through the sewer system and
out into the river in the Eastern part of town. It was going to be a long crawl
through the pipes, but it was going to be all worth it once he got out.
Griffith was determined to find a few people and pay them very surprising
visits.
Leftie stood in front of
the rundown building with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his full
lips. Not so long ago, he had once played with a vivacious young boy by the
name of Duo Maxwell in front of this ruin and after all this time, the young
man found himself still sighing wistfully. He had always wanted a little
brother and Duo had fitted the bill just fine. He had always known what
Griffith did to the boy on many nights and he had tried to get Duo to move in
with him time and time again. It had been a dangerous prospect as the
likelihood of Griffith finding out and catching him had been extremely high.
However, the real fun had
come from listening to the boy read to him during his spare time. Duo would
borrow books from the local library and they would usually sit in front of
Leftie's apartment building losing themselves in the mystical or mysterious
worlds they had to offer. The older teen had been a bit envious at the boy's
natural ability to grasp the concept of reading so quickly. Leftie had dropped
out of school at thirteen and had never bothered to go back. Not that Duo
hadn't tried his best to get him to enroll in some lame business school or
something. Who needed education in stuffy buildings when the streets had more
than enough to offer you on any given day?
He tossed the cigarette
stub to the ground and absently stomped on it, bright blue eyes scanning the
darkened building again. He was here for a reason. Left to him, he wouldn't
have made himself come back to this place again.
He pushed open the once
fine wooden door that now lay dangling off its hinges. Stepping inside the
large, but now vacant room, the musty smell of dust and emptiness filled his
senses, making him cough a little. He whipped out the flashlight from the large
bomber jacket he wore, turning it on and allowing the bright beam of light to
scan the surroundings. Just as he had thought. The man had clearly returned.
Muddy footsteps that Leftie
now associated with sewage led all the way towards a flight of stairs that went
to the second floor. Dirty clothes that seemed to belong to a prison ward had
been dumped in a heap beside the bottom step and kicking it aside quickly,
Leftie began the wary walk up to meet Griffith.
The boy slumped onto the
toilet seat, panting harshly as he stared at the mess he had created on the
walls and on the floor. Staring at his sticky hands, he tried to refocus his
dazed countenance.
“Clean…I have to clean this
mess up,” he muttered to himself as he reached for the box of tissues beside
him. “David…won’t…like it….”
He fell to his knees and
began to wipe up the stains as quickly as he could. He would have to talk to
David and apologize for his actions lately. He realized that he was being a bit
unfair to the older man and he wished to make it up to him somehow.
I’ll get him that book
he always wanted, he thought with a
small smile on his lips. He was willing to bet that Shuman had gotten in the
new supplies and Duo had diligently saved up enough money over the past year to
afford it now.
Satisfied with how clean
the white tiles looked, he tossed the soiled tissues into the trashcan, only to
freeze as he heard the loud sound of a gun going off. He felt his mouth go dry.
His eyes widened with confusion and growing terror as he tried to make sense of
what was going on. That was a gunshot. He had lived long enough with Griffith in
that dark neighborhood to recognize the familiar stench of hot lead and the
blood that followed soon after. Duo felt his balls shrivel up in acute terror
as another shot was fired. He was too numb to move. What was going on? Was
David being attacked? This was a decent neighborhood. Who in their right mind
would want to come out here to hurt them? Or was it the other way around? Was
David the one shooting? But why? He knew the teacher had a .45 tucked away in a
drawer in the bedroom, but why…?
A loud thud outside the
bathroom door had Duo giving a breathless shriek of fear. He remained crouched
against a corner of the room, as if hoping the floor would open up and suck him
in. His body was trembling so badly that he was sure he would die of seizure at
any moment.
“Duo…”
David!!
“Duo…run…”
The teacher’s voice sounded
thick, as if his mouth was filled with blood and as if to confirm his theory,
the boy watched in horror as a thin trail of the dark liquid seeped into the
room from beneath the door. Duo could barely hear what the teacher said next as
heavy footsteps…footsteps that had haunted his dreams for many nights filled
his ear.
No…no…it’s not possible!
He’s in prison! He’s still in prison! He has to be! I’ll wake up and this will
all be a dream!!
“Come out, come out,
wherever ye are, kid! Daddy
Noooooo!!!
Duo’s mind was beginning to
shut down. He sank shaking fingers into the thick mass of his hair, eyes
glazing over with memories of nights being in that man’s arms. The fingers
tightened within the thick tresses. If he tugged any harder, he would have
ripped a good chunk out.
A loud scream of surprise
and pain ripped from Griffith’s throat and Duo was sure that David had done
something to him.
He’s still alive!
Please God…let him still be alive!
He could hear Griffith’s
muffled curse and the sound of solid boots making contact with flesh. It
continued relentlessly, as David’s groans of pain lessened and lessened until
nothing was heard. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, Duo heard the click
of the gun’s trigger.
/Do you love me, David?/
/Of course I do,
Duo…always…/
/You’ll never leave me,
right?/
/Why would I want to do
that? You, Duo Maxwell, are the only one I could possibly want. And nothing is
ever going to change that./
/That smile. That warm
smile filled with love for him. Those blue eyes that held so much knowledge in
them…fading…they were fading away…/
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhh!!!”
He got to his feet and ran towards the door, not caring that he was still as
naked as the day he was born. He opened the door quickly, wild amethyst depths
taking in the horrifying scene before him.
Blood. There was blood
everywhere. It was too much. It wasn’t supposed to be this much.
On the walls. On the floor.
Even on the bed.
Oh god…David…
It had been that easy.
Luring Leftie back to the old house and getting the stupid fag to open up had
been as simple as stealing candy from a baby. Well, he had had to tie up the
whining queer to stop him from screaming. The boy's ass had been tighter than
normal and ramming his poor neglected cock into it had been a mixture of pain
and pleasure for
Ah, it was good to be the
man in charge again.
But as Duo stepped out from
the room, all thoughts of the queer he had raped vanished from his mind as he
eyed the naked boy with a leery grin on his features. Who would have thought
that the little shrimp would have grown up to look this good, eh? He licked his
lips and kicked aside the limp body of the man he had been kicking for fun. He
walked up to the still figure of the boy, who hadn’t even spared him a glance
yet. The boy smelled like sex. Hot, steamy sex, and Griffith could feel his
cock twitch in his pants as he eyed the perfect ass exposed to his gaze.
“Been letting that
cocksucker ram ya ass eh, Duo?” the man breathed against his neck as
Duo’s breathing was
becoming ragged. He was getting excited and it wasn’t from the foul stench of
This time…this time he
wasn’t going to fail. This time he was going to exact his revenge on this
sonofabitch.
David groaned thickly as he
tried to struggle to his feet. He was bleeding it seemed, from every pore in
his body. His eyes were so puffy from the beating he had received that he could
barely see the couple standing a few feet away. His ribs were broken, his legs
numb with pain as
He had to tell Duo one last
time just how much he meant to him and beg for forgiveness.
I couldn’t…couldn’t
protect you, Duo. I am so sorry…
He tried to move again and
gave a soundless scream of anguish as the pain ripped through his body, causing
him to cough up another thick wad of blood.
Duo…please…do something.
Don’t let him take you back.
“Still alive, are ya?”
Griffith mumbled thickly as he pulled away from Duo to stare at the bloody mass
of a human on the floor. He smirked and spat into David’s face before cocking
the gun again and pointing it towards the teacher’s head. “I think ya had
enough fun with him, teach. It’s time ta say goodbye…what the…?”
Duo had moved quickly, so
quickly that Griffith had been stunned at the movement. On complete instinct,
the man turned his attention away from the teacher and fired a shot at the boy
who had scrambled over the bed to reach for the dresser. Duo felt the pain sear
through his upper arm as he fell to the floor. Luckily it was just a graze, but
it was deep enough to have him bleeding badly.
“Whatcha think ya doing, kid?!”
Griffith asked in bemusement and growing irritation as his prized piece of ass
had run away from him. “Ya let him fuck ya and ya don’t want me ta? Come over
here and be a good boy for me, will ya?”
Duo’s good arm and hand had
slowly pulled out the drawer that held the gun. Praying that David had taken
the time to load it, he slipped his hand into it and brought out the heavy
weapon. He swallowed tightly as he noticed Griffith was making his way around
the bed to where he was. He was bound to see the gun in his hand soon. And
closing his eyes, praying that whatever Gods were up there would help him, Duo
checked.
Yes! It was loaded!
“So, what’s ya story, kid?
Why don’t ya come suck ma cock like ya want ta, eh? I promise ta make it good
for ya…”
The words faltered as he
watched Duo rise unsteadily to his feet. The boy was now holding the .45 in his
hands and was pointing it straight at him. Duo was bleeding profusely from his
left arm, but he didn’t seem to mind or care.
“You wanna suck something,
Griffith?” came the cold question from the teen as that deadly look filled his
eyes again. “Suck on this, you fuck!”
Duo had fired a gun before,
but it had been for fun. He never thought he would ever use it to take someone
else’s life. And as he watched the bullet make its way into the area between
Griffith’s eyes, a dull feeling of satisfaction filled him, making it all
worthwhile. It was rather comical to watch the older man’s expression of
surprise turn to a grimace of pain as the bullet reached its target.
He shot me. The little
fuck actually did do it, came the
last wild thought from him. Looks like your boy did finish up what you
always wanted sis…damn he’s good…
And as a thick torrent of
blood gushed from the gaping hole that was left behind, baptizing the already
soiled sheets and Duo’s body, Griffith fell back on the bed with a heavy thud.
The gun in the dead man’s hand fell to the floor with a clatter, as it now hung
limply over the edge of the bed.
It had only taken a minute
for everything to happen, but to the young boy, a lifetime had gone by. The gun
was still held out before him as if waiting for the body to spring back to
life. But as he watched the dark stain of Griffith’s blood cover the once light
blue sheets, the fight and adrenaline he had felt slowly seeped out of Duo. He
slid slowly to the floor, the gun falling out of his hands as the tears, which
had been held all this time, suddenly spilled forth with deep, gut-wrenching
sobs. He raised his knees and wrapped his arms around them, burying his face to
cry his pain and suffering to anyone who was willing to listen.
For how long he remained
there, he had no idea and he probably would have remained in that position had
the soft call of ‘Duo’ not roused him from his dazed stupor. For a moment, he
wasn’t sure of whether it was a trick of his senses. Had Griffith woken up to
haunt him again?
“Duo…you nut…over here…”
came the weak gasp that had the boy’s eyes filling with tears again. Crawling
on his hands and knees, unmindful of the blood he was moving through, Duo
stared at what was left of the man he had made love to less than an hour ago.
The tears wouldn’t stop as the boy sat on the floor, gently placing his hands
against the older man’s face to cradle it upon his lap. His fingers caressed
the puffy skin – the eyes he had fallen in love with no longer visible as they
were now completely shut. That straight nose that Duo had thought too perfect
was crooked, clearly broken. Those lips that had kissed him, read to him, promised
to love him forever, were now cracked and bleeding.
“Duo…” the dying man tried
to say but Duo interrupted him frantically.
“I killed him, David. See?
I killed him! He won’t be bothering us anymore, I promise!” The tears fell
harder, the salty liquid falling upon the bloody face below as Duo tried to
make the older man see. “Look! See? Look over there, David! Griffith’s dead! I
killed him with your gun and he won’t be bothering us anymore!”
The teacher coughed again,
his crushed lungs protesting the effort as he tried desperately to get his
words across. “Don’t…don’t Duo…”
“I’ll get you a doctor or
something! Don’t say anything, okay?” He made a move to get up, but David’s
hand on his arm stalled his movements. The teacher shook his head slowly, motioning
for the boy to move closer. It felt corny…even a clichéd moment as he knew he
had to talk to the troubled boy again. He knew he was going to die. Maybe he
had known all along that he would never get the chance to watch Duo grow up to
become a man. It was fitting this way. He had the feeling that he would have no
more regrets for a long time wherever he was going to. He figured it would be
hell, but then again…one could always hope for redemption. He hoped that at
least they would give him a chance to watch over the boy until he was old
enough. It was the least they could do for making him die this way.
“Duo…” he whispered again.
“Come…come to me…”
And doing so reluctantly,
knowing full well that this might be the last time he ever got to hear David
speak to him again, Duo closed his eyes and listened.
Neighbors had called the
police. The police inspector’s report had been a bit vague. They had thought
there were three dead bodies in the room, but then realized that the boy lying
on the other man was still alive. He hadn’t responded much to anything and had
been taken to the hospital for treatment. Duo had later been charged with
murder for the killing of a man, but had been let off the hook months later
after they realized it had been done in self-defense.
Duo had chosen not to
attend the funeral.
The older man’s voice had
thickened during the course of his tale and neither teen could blame him for
becoming emotional again. Quatre and Trowa had long sat down on the plush
carpeting on Heero’s floor, holding each other’s hand as tightly as they could
as they had listened to the gut-wrenching story. It had happened five years ago
but it still didn’t lessen the pain the memories brought.
Duo continued to stare
blindly out of the window, his words now tinged with weariness. “Griffith had
apparently escaped from prison the night before. He had gone around asking for
my whereabouts in the hopes that he could take me out of the city or even out
of the fucking country.” The man shrugged and tugged restlessly on the tip of
his braid. “If I had been watching out for him…” He took a deep breath, not
wanting to lapse back into the self-pity phase he had experienced for almost a
year after the incident. He turned his head a little to smile at his quiet
audience.
“But even though I didn’t
kill David directly, I still did…somehow. I was too blinded by my jealousy and
selfishness to really appreciate him those last few months. So, I guess…I
killed two people that night. One physically, the other mentally and
emotionally…”
“You can’t say that, Duo,”
Quatre cut in quickly, almost desperately. “You can’t say that. David loved you
very much and wanted you to be happy. How were you to know that Griffith would
come that night? You couldn’t control what happened and…and…”
“You can’t continue to beat
yourself up over it,” Trowa finished quietly. “What did David tell you before
he died? You don’t have to tell us you know,” he added quickly with a small
nod.
But Duo shrugged again and
smiled softly. “He told me to run.”
At their blank looks of
confusion, he gave a wider smile and turned back to gaze out the window.
“’Run far. Run wild. Run
like the wind that flies through your hair. Be free. Be born anew again. I am
the darkness and you are my light. So shine and let them all see the beauty
within you…’”
He blushed in embarrassment
as he heard Quatre’s soft intake of breath. “Uum…David could be pretty corny at
times. I’m sorry…”
Quatre got to his feet and
wrapped his arms tightly around the older man’s torso, causing everyone in the
room to blink at his actions in surprise. The boy on the bed clenched his hands
into fists, but he couldn’t give himself away just yet. Trowa on the other hand
wasn’t sure if he ought to feel angry or relieved at his lover’s display. Duo
was too stunned to react much as he felt the blond’s warm breath against his
back.
“That was beautiful, Duo,”
he said quietly. The teacher felt something wet against his shirt and he
realized that the boy was crying. “What you and David had…was beautiful and I
am so sorry you had to go through all of that.”
“You…you had nothing to do
with it,” Duo replied in honest bemusement. “So why do you need to apologize…?”
Trowa rose to his feet as
well to stand beside the teacher. “Because we were so quick to judge and not
give you a chance to tell your story.”
“But we are glad we heard
it all,” Quatre finished with a warm smile as he pulled back gently to wipe the
tears from his eyes. “We are just going to have to recount the story as best we
can to Heero once he wakes up…”
“There’s no need for that.
I heard everything,” came the words from an all too familiar deep voice. Quatre
gave a small squeak of surprise as everyone turned around quickly to gape at
the boy that had spoken.
No one could say anything
for a heartbeat as they tried to digest this new development. However, Trowa
was quick to recover as he walked closer to the Japanese boy. “Everything?” he
asked warily. “From what part exactly?”
Heero, refusing to look at
Duo, pinned a withering look at his friend’s cautious expression. “From the
beginning of the story, where else?”
“Oh…ah…okay, that’s good,”
the Barton heir replied with a smile. “That saves us the trouble.”
Heero didn’t look as if he
was buying Trowa’s explanation, but he decided not to worry too much about it.
He glanced at Quatre, and as if being caught stealing from the cookie jar, the
blond released his hold on the teacher’s waist with a sheepish grin.
An awkward silence fell
before the Arabian coughed lightly and turned to his companion with an overly
bright smile. “Well…eh…we should get going now, shouldn’t we, Trowa? We did
promise to help Aunt Hikari with the decorations in the lobby.”
It was pathetic excuse, but
better than nothing and eyeing Duo with a knowing look in his eyes, Trowa
placed a hand on his lover’s arm and all but pulled him out of the room.
With the door closing
quietly behind them, Duo and Heero were finally left alone.
The boy turned his face
away to stare at the shadows the trees outside were beginning to create on his
wall. His clenched fists tightened even more as he struggled not to give in to
the tears that wanted to fall so badly. The story was terrible yes, but what
was so much worse, was the love that had filled the older man’s voice as he had
talked about the dead teacher. No matter how hard Duo tried to hide or deny it,
it was clear that David was still in his mind till this day.
Heero was competing with a
ghost for Duo’s affection.
He closed his eyes and
swallowed tightly, trying hard to get his feelings under control. He took deep
calming breaths and somehow managed to hold them back. Turning his head again,
he felt his skin flush with color as his gaze clashed with warm but yet sad
violet depths. He could feel the ache tug his heart painfully and Heero
suddenly felt like screaming…
Which he did.
“Fuck you!” he bellowed
with anger, frustration and misery. “Fuck you both! Why don’t you just go back
and stay with him wherever the hell he is, since you love him so damn much!”
“Heero, I…”
“Don’t say a fucking thing,
Duo! I’ve heard enough!” To his dismay the tears did end up falling and he
swiped at them angrily. “I thought…I thought all this time that you might have
felt something for me, but…but you were just using me, weren’t you?!”
Duo looked stricken. “Don’t
say that, Heero! That’s not true!”
He tried to reach for
Heero, but the boy scrambled away from him, clutching the blankets to himself
as if hoping to ward off a rapist. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!
Don’t ever touch me again, god damn it!”
“Please don’t…”
“I am warning you, Duo,”
the boy reiterated feverishly, dark eyes flashing with obvious pain. “If you
come closer, I’ll make sure I scream for help and then…and then…”
The teacher rose to his
feet with a light shake of his head. “Don’t worry about it, Heero. I won’t
touch you…if that is what you want.”
The boy’s mind and heart
screamed. Touch me! Touch me and never let me go!
But his mouth said
otherwise. “It’s what I want. So please…just go…” He lowered his lashes and
raised his knees to his chest, hiding his face from the older man’s gaze as he
waited for him to leave.
Duo hesitated a minute
longer. The overwhelming need to envelope Heero within his arms had him
trembling and he had to steady himself against the door. Taking a deep breath,
he tried one last time to get the teen on his side.
“I never meant to hurt you,
Heero, you know that,” he said quietly. “You mean a lot to me…more than a lot
to me. I just hope…”
“Could you get Yuzuki for
me?” came the curt interruption. “I would like to talk to her please.”
Duo sucked in a harsh
breath, his fingers tightening around the doorknob. All he had to do was tell
Heero the truth about the woman and that was that, but then again he couldn’t
bear to see that look of pain on the heir’s face. It was bad enough that he
hated Duo now, what good would it do to tell him about his missing female
companion and confidant?
However, Duo found himself
pinning a warm smile on his face, and replying amiably enough. “I’ll get her
for you, Heero. Don’t worry.”
He stepped out of the room,
not failing to notice the quick but puzzled look the heir had given in
response. Closing the door behind him carefully, Duo smiled softly at the two
boys that still stood in the hallway.
“How did the flower
arranging go with Hikari?” Duo asked teasingly.
Both had the grace to blush
at being caught red-handed.
“So you two heard
everything, right?”
They nodded.
“Good,” the teacher said
with a wider smile as he began to make his way down the hallway. “Grab your
jacket, boys. We are going hunting.”
The teens blinked in confusion
even though they had begun to follow the older man like lost puppies.
“What do you mean, Duo?”
Trowa asked, idly wondering why he was beginning to feel excited about going
anywhere at all with the teacher.
And with a playful wink,
the older man replied willing enough. “We are going to find Yuzuki and bring
her back to Heero tonight.”