Back to Index.
Back to Part 9.
On to Part 11.
Title: The Bone Gate
Authors: Nix Winter and
LunarGeography (Amy the
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: Mature adults only
Warnings: Angst, spooky occult
stuff, and boys who are not what they seemed to be. Post EW
all others please ask
No infringement of
the copyright of Gundam Wing is intended. This story is purely for
Date: Posted 10 February 2008
Summary: After Endless Waltz,
the pilots are separated by the fears of the new government. But all is
not well with the G-boys. Old enemies may be pulling strings from
somewhere unimaginably far behind the scenes, and old friends may not
be what they seem.
[xxx]: Text on screen
Trowa took a deep breath and moved in closer behind Quatre. He didn't
say anything, but the doctor and the med-bay behind her were very
obviously Sweeper, which made sense. Trowa laid a hand on Quatre's
back, just wanting the connection, waiting for the rest of the
conversation to play out. They hadn't known what to make of the
call from the stranger, half-afraid it was someone from the
"Please, is Duo well? Safe? Oh, yes, it's ok to talk. We're... Well, I
don't know exactly where, but it's secure, ne, Trowa?" Quatre was
vibrating with expectation, clutching at Trowa's hand.
Heero stepped forward into vid range. "He's alive."
"Oh, thank Allah. Where is he? Is he hurt? Is he with you? Can I talk
Trowa had to suppress a smile. Quatre wasn't giving Heero a chance to
answer his frantic questions, but he wouldn't say anything that might
interfere with the return of unfettered joy to his husband.
"Duo... He's not hurt but not entirely well. Une's been pulling his
strings, threatening the rest of us to get him to see some..." Heero's
face took on a look of cold fury. "...Some therapist, and her files
indicate that she might have an underlying motive of which I would not
approve. Of which none of us would approve. You two probably have
tracking chips in you. Duo and I did. You'll want to have them
A black rage spiraled up into Trowa like an impending tornado. He
didn't think there had been an opportunity to put a chip in him, though
he suspected Heero's information was good. "We did not all work
for Preventers, though. At least I did not do much for them."
"Remember the physical exams we all had to take, even for auxiliary
Preventer status?" Heero gave a grim nod as Trowa felt his fury become
Duo peeked his head out from behind Heero, blue bangs falling over his
face. "I'm fine. I just wanted a change of environment, permanently.
Hi, Quat. Hi, Trowa. Sorry I couldn't tell you. If you all knew what I
was planning... well, I didn't want you to get in trouble if I got
Trowa leaned towards the camera. "I knew you weren't dead." He almost
promised to kick Duo's ass too, but something about his friend looked
fragile. He tried for a lighter topic, to assuage the fear lurking
around violet eyes. "Your hair is blue. Were you thinking about joining
In a rare breach of manners, Quatre interrupted. "Duo! I'm so glad
you're alive! I was so worried, I didn't think you'd do something like
that, but... Please don't ever scare us like that again!" He smiled up
at Trowa. "My husband really was sure you hadn't really killed
Heero blinked. "Husband?" He seemed to ponder a moment. "That's good.
But I thought L4 didn't recognize same-sex marriages."
"L2 is more comfortable," Trowa said, smiling. "I've changed my name.
I'm Fluffy Winner now. We would have waited for you, but there was a
sense of urgency."
"Fluffy?" Heero's look of bafflement would have been amusing in other
circumstances. But Quatre was so pale, and he was gradually letting
Trowa support more of his weight as they stood talking on the phone.
Trowa just couldn't feel amused right now.
"Quatre gave me the name," Trowa smiled, but the conclusions he was
reaching kept the smile from being genuine. Duo was behaving very oddly
and it didn't take much to draw a line between Duo's strange behavior
and Quatre's similarly strange behavior.
Duo held onto Heero's shirt; it was a child-like gesture. "I'm glad you
guys got married. You guys should be happy... I'm sorry, Quatre. I
didn't think it would worry you all that much. You weren't very upset
were you? I mean, I didn't mean to upset you. I just, I just was, it
was like I was getting headaches and I couldn't think and I ... I don't
know... I just, uh," Duo said, shrinking just a little bit farther
behind Heero. "I didn't mean to hurt you, ever."
As Duo spoke, Trowa noted Heero's hands clenching and unclenching until
Heero reached around to pull Duo close to him. He tucked Duo's head
under his chin and stroked the short hair and trembling back. Duo still
was trying to hide from the camera â€“ which gave Trowa more fuel
fire -- so Heero ended up with his back to the vidphone, Duo held close
to his chest, and had to crane his neck in order to watch Trowa as he
Trowa scowled. "Duo. Who hurt you like this? Heero? We need to talk. If
there was a purpose behind this, it's not likely to stop just because
Duo broke away."
"Agreed. We need to gather, along with Wufei. Is he on L2, as well?
There are files of Une you should look through. They are on my --"
Trowa was treated to the unique sight of Heero's jaw dropping open in
shock. " -- My laptop. Which I left in the morgue."
Quatre took advantage of the shocked silence. "Duo -- of course I was
upset. You're my dear friend! I don't want to lose you. You have
Heero jerked his head to stare directly the camera at those words.
"Quatre has had headaches? Barton -- I mean, Winner -- Fluffy? -- we
need to centralize, and establish security. Pool data. And remind
people that they should not tamper with my pack."
There was a low rumbling growl spilling out of Heero's chest, and Trowa
thoroughly approved of the sentiment. Even if it had only been Duo that
was targeted, redress had to be made. And since it damn well seemed to
involve Quatre as well... Trowa found himself wanting to growl as well.
"Where are you? If we join you they will track you through us. We must
have the tracking chips removed."
At Trowa's tone, Duo finally moved around to face the vid camera with a
look of distress on his face. "Trowa, I really didn't mean to
upset you and Quatre. Q... you don't look good. I didn't mean to do
that to you. I'm so sorry!" Tears filled Duo's eyes. "I missed you both
"Oh, no, Duo, it's not your fault! I've just not been feeling well,
that's all. And by doing what you did, you brought us back together, so
I'm not angry! Just worried, and had a bad scare, that's all." Duo's
tears seemed to trouble Quatre deeply-- Trowa's husband was starting to
shake, and little lines of stress or pain were appearing at the corners
of his eyes and between his eyebrows. It was extremely out of character
for Quatre not to be offering an analysis of the situation, or
suggesting plans. Extremely so.
"I'm so glad you're not mad at me, Q. You got married? I can't believe
you got married! That's so wonderful! We should have a party!" Duo
paused. "I don't know if I should go out though. I mean, I went
out to get Heero and no one recognized me. Maybe I'm just tired. I
can't think real well. Heero? Do you think Quatre's place would be
Trowa suspected the cold in Heero's eyes was a match to his own.
Trowa knew Heero would be doing his own comparison of Quatre and Duo's
symptoms, and not liking the result. "We are currently on a Sweeper
ship at the port. They were able to somehow scramble my signal until
they excised the chip. I don't know if the same trick will work twice,
but it does not require a full medical facility to locate and remove
the chips. We can change locations, but we will need rest soon.
"Can you have your chips removed at your current location, Trowa? It
would be best to leave them functional and leave them somewhere you
would be expected to gather. A Winner property, maybe. Wufei should do
the same. We may wish to leave this ship as our safehouse." Heero
scowled. "Can you assure the security of a local Winner property?
Once you have confirmed that it is secure, Duo and I can join you. We
can take precautions to prevent being recognized."
"Maybe you guys could come here?" Duo offered the suggestion
diffidently. "The ship is secure. Maybe you guys should come here? I
don't know what would be safe anymore. I had it all planned out, but I
was only thinking about logistics for just myself."
Trowa did not like seeing Duo so skittish. It was the same type of
self-doubt and timidity that was in Quatre now. He was going to kill
someone over this. He had several ideas about how to make the deaths
painful and prolonged. "We will get our chips removed here. If Quatre
is agreeable, we'll find secure means to join you. We'll leave the
chips - there is no reason for anyone not to believe that Quatre and I
would stay here for an extended period. I have not heard from Wufei
yet. I am unsure of his loyalties. Quatre, what is your opinion?"
"I think we need to talk to Wufei. I admit, he's more closely tied to
Une and therefore the Preventers as an organization than we are, but...
He is one of us." Quatre gave a little shrug, and Trowa noticed how his
thin shoulders shook as he did so, and how his pallor was worsening.
"He was difficult on the phone just now, but he sounded upset, almost
panicked. Earlier when I spoke to him, he was genuinely grieving over
Duo, and was fully aware of what he owed the rest of us. He said he had
information we ought to have."
Heero nodded. "There's a great deal I want to know about Une and what
she is up to. I also want to talk to Wufei. If you doubt him, Trowa,
why don't you and Quatre ask him to deliver my laptop to you? That
would be a small test of his loyalties and give you a chance to
evaluate him in person before you reveal any information about Duo.
Once you have the chips removed, I have no difficulty with making this
location the center of our operations, if Howard is agreeable. But we
need to go. I am seeking information on Duo's health, and there may be
an update available."
Trowa thought the data must have been secure or available from another
source if Heero were willing to trust possibly compromised hands with
it-- or perhaps Heero was absolutely certain of the security on his
laptop. He was still in shock that Heero had left the computer
behind. "I will request that of him. We will all rest, then confirm
plans before changing locations?"
"Agreed." Heero's nod was crisp. "Watch one another's backs. I am...
Heero ended the phone conversation, and rapidly downed another bottle
of sport drink while he processed his reactions. The conversation with
Trowa and Quatre had been enlightening, worrying, and reassuring in
almost equal measure. Quatre had looked terrible. Skinny and pale, with
lips that were nearly colorless. Trowa was doing the balancing for both
of them. Quatre had been quiet, rarely speaking except to reassure Duo,
and had offered few suggestion on how to proceed.
Duo wasn't as physically ill as Quatre appeared, but the similarities
in both of their behavioral changes were striking. Striking and ominous.
Trowa had looked stressed, but well. Err.. Fluffy. He'd been
under the impression that people only changed last names when they were
married. He suspected he had been misinformed.
Seeing them eased another heavy weight from his shoulders. It wouldn't
be lifted until they were with him in person, to touch and smell and
evaluate properly, but they were together and not dead. This was good.
It was only Wufei whose status was completely unverified now, and
Quatre had indicated they'd been in communication.
Heero turned to Doctor Kadowski, keeping an arm around Duo's waist.
"Thank you for waiting. Do you have results?"
She referenced the papers in front of her, shuffling them without
really looking at them, apparently nervous under the intensity of
Heero's gaze. "You, Heero, appear to have just run a marathon or two,
after fasting for a week or so. Not only had your blood sugar crashed,
your body was on the verge of beginning to break down muscle tissue for
protein. This usually only occurs after prolonged starvation, but your
HbA1C shows no such problem -- your blood sugars have averaged
perfectly normal for the last 3 months. You electrolyte levels were
indeed off, and you've accumulated fatigue poisons like nobody's
"I suspect that with rest, food, and plentiful hydration, you'll be
fine. I'm surprised that you've bounced back as far as you have with
only a bit of rehydration. But there were other oddities in your
metabolism that match with with Duo's told me about the alterations
performed on you... " She shook her head, catching herself. "I would
appreciate it if you could come in for a second check up before you go
in case I'm wrong. Which I could be, as you are entirely anomalous and
I have no baseline to reference."
Heero scowled. He truly did not enjoy being in a medical setting. But
it took only one look at Duo to convince him to acquiesce. "Agreed. Any
further news on Duo's condition?"
"Ahhh... At your suggestion, I took a closer look. His neurotransmitter
levels are off, but I expected that given his report of depression and
treatment... but they're not off in a way completely consistent with an
episode of MDD, and the results are not quite what I'd expect from the
meds he was prescribed. Nothing strange enough to set off any flags,
just a series of small anomalies. And his toxicology results was the
same. I'd like to analyze the pills Duo's been taking."
Duo was now crushed to his chest, wrapped in both of Heero's arms, and
Heeo was glaring. He wasn't quite sure when his body had done these
things, and he tried not to snarl at the Doctor. She wasn't the threat,
he reminded his instincts. "I will give you a sample. Duo, where
are your pills?"
Duo straightened in his embrace. "Don't give my stuff away, Heero! My
pills are in my bunk and I will give you some, Doc. Maybe we can
replace them or I can just stop taking any. I didn't like the headaches
they were giving me anyway." Duo smiled up at Heero then, taking away
some of the sting of his chiding words, as well as a considerable
fraction of Heero's cognitive capacity. Duo had the best smiles.
Heero knew Duo didn't like it when he was autocratic-- but there were
some things he would not compromise on. "It is your choice to take
replacements or not. But I do not want you taking any pills those
people gave to you any longer."
Duo nodded. Despite the moment of annoyance, Duo was apparently very
happy to be pressed up against him, and Heero was finding this
extremely distracting. He had an erection to match Duo's and a rapidly
shredding binding of self-control. One part of his head told him that
he should be infuriated by this rebellious sexual desire, but it had no
"Duo, can we eat in your room?" He finished another sports drink in a
long series of gulps, and he took the protein bar Doctor Kadowski's
assistant was offering, and made quick work of it. The dizziness and
fatigue were almost entirely alleviated. "Can we go there?"
Duo offered a smile -- bright, open, topped with violet eyes full of
love. "Yeah, we can eat in the room," Duo wiggled a brown eyebrow. "We
were having a conversation, if I remember. Important conversation."
"Oh, boys in love," Doc said. "Go. I'll have someone send up some food,
so, uh, keep your pants on." She gave them both a grin worthy of any
Heero was blushing. Or flushing. Whichever was more appropriate to
being teased by his Duo, with that utterly open look in his eyes. Heero
hoped his own eyes were even a quarter as expressive as Duo's. He
doubted it. All his eyes had ever effectively expressed, so far as he
knew, was anger.
As they were exiting the door, the Doctor called out, "And Duo -- I
expect you to drink the supplement I'm sending down. I want to get your
weight back up."
Heero resolved to see that he did. Several options for rewarding
compliance came to mind, and his face felt even warmer.
"My weight is fine. All muscle," Duo said. "I didn't lose that much
weight... just a bit of fat I put on while living the cushy life
of a Preventer with an apartment to go home to. Heero, come on. I
bet we could get a hold of a bathing room for a while too. Hot bath?"
The bath would give him an opportunity to evaluate that statement,
Heero decided. And to further enjoy evaluating Duo...
He nodded. He hoped all of his staring wasn't bothering Duo.
"Yeah, and I can prove that the carpet doesn't match the drapes." Duo
wiggled his eyebrows and moved to take Heero's hand, to draw Heero
along, moving down the unmarked corridors with easy familiarity "We
have big tubs on this ship too. I spend a lot of time on this ship,
like before, before the war."
Heero followed. "Is this where you were trained to pilot?"
It was very different than J's laboratories had been. People here
smiled, and chatted, and wore colorful and sometimes impractical
clothing and hairstyles. People had probably smiled and chatted
somewhere in J's labs, but never in front of J and rarely in front of
his pupil. They had not much liked Heero, and Heero had not much liked
anyone or anything at all. But here... Duo seemed to have been given a
variety of nicknames, and all of them, even the ones that sounded
derogatory, were said with affection. And people seemed to want to
touch Duo -- to hug him, or gently hit his arm, or just squeeze his
Heero could understand that. It made sense that everyone would want to
touch Duo. He was beautiful and magnetic and did not frighten people
away most of the time. He didn't mind the patting or the hand-holding
so much, although he found himself moving closer to Duo when these
things happened, as if to reaffirm his connection. But he did not
like watching Duo hug people. When Duo hugged others, he let go of
Heero. When Duo hugged others, he was encircled by somebody else's
arms, and they might sweep him away, out of Heero's sight.
No, he didn't like that at all. But Duo liked hugging people. Heero
thought it would be a great sacrifice to ask Duo to stop hugging
people, and saw no good reason why Duo would agree to do so.
Heero wasn't entirely left out of the welcome, though. The feeling
seemed to be that Duo was family and Duo had brought Heero... so Heero
was family too, even if he were a little intimidating. Smiles were
directed warmly toward Heero as well, although no one but Duo seemed to
want to touch him. In Heero's opinion, this was just as well. He didn't
like strangers touching him.
As he followed Duo, his eyes were repeatedly drawn to the rounded ass
(the cheeks fit in his hands as though they'd been engineered), to the
paired arcs where neck became shoulder (the skin there felt like
peaches, fuzzy and smooth at the same time), and the tiny shadowed
hollow at the top of Duo's neck, right before the hair began to spill
down (Had anyone ever seen this part of Duo before? Heero wanted to
claim that hollow as his alone, and explore the contour with his lips
It made it extremely difficult to maintain alert awareness of his
The bathing room was a unexpectedly large, sparkling clean, and
improbably contained a small inset waterfall. Shampoos and other
bathing finery was set around. For a room on a ship, it was luxurious
almost decadent -- but Heero knew Sweepers spent a lot of time in
space, and would see no reason to be deprived of home comforts. Perhaps
this place contributed to morale. Perhaps it had been constructed as an
engineering challenge -- a waterfall in a ship's erratic artificial
gravity! In any case, the room was warm and humid, and felt safe.
It was nothing like any of J's space facilities.
Duo closed the door and smiled at Heero. "We're safe here, Heero. As
safe as anywhere in the Earthspere. Now we can talk, talk about what
... about, god damn, you had a tail! Are you sure you're okay?"
"A little tired, still, but I am much better after having had those
sports drinks. Not shaky anymore."
There was no immediate reply. The expression on Duo's face indicated
that he'd been asking for more than an update on Heero's physical
status. Unfortunately, he really didn't have much information.
"J said to me more than once that I wasn't entirely human. That was the
reason he selected me to be a pilot. I had a different metabolism. I
was stronger, even before he started tampering, and I healed faster
than normal." This was uncomfortable for him. He wasn't ashamed of his
differences -- he'd never have survived half of what he'd survived
without them -- but he'd never wanted to talk about them. If other
people knew, they might be curious, like J, and look at him as a puzzle
or a project. He hadn't liked that, and now that the colonies were safe
and peace was established, he saw no reason to endure any more of that
treatment. "J did some theorizing about where the differences might
have come from, but his focus was on finding them and making use of
them. Not explaining them. When I was younger, and was upset or angry,
I would grow claws. I cannot remember ever having the tail before, or
"I remember J complaining frequently when I was very young about
oddities in my behavior -- in how I tried to interact with people. He
tried to modify the behaviors through training. I do not remember much
of that. Eventually he chemically suppressed them. He was pleased with
the results. Apparently the chemical regime suppressed many behaviors
he found counter-productive in a soldier."
Damnit, he'd returned to speaking in a flat monotone, and he knew Duo
did not like it when he spoke like that. He wanted Duo happy with him,
so Duo would take off his clothes, and they could touch again. He
stripped off his own shirt, hoping Duo would do the same.
Duo obliged. Heero stared at the pale chest that was revealed to him,
captivated by the pink points of Duo's nipples, by the dark hollow of
his navel. And bracketing it were the faintest shadows where Duo's
hipbones protruded slightly, and he wanted to follow those twin curves
down, so see where they met, where Duo's cock would be standing. He
should be evaluating Duo's condition, to see if Duo's claims about his
weight loss were true. He should be searching for the scars from Duo's
self-inflicted injuries, so he could detect any additions. But for all
that he was captivated by single features upon Duo's body, he couldn't
manage anything like a clinical appraisal. There was just the sensual
whole that was Duo.
He chose to accompany Une to the Preventer branch office before he went
to the Winner suites. He wasn't at all certain that he'd received all
the relevant information from the vidphone briefing en route, and
cherished a hope that they'd found something new. Preferably Yuy's
location, rather than a trail of bodies he might have left behind him.
It was the right choice to make, because he was able to stop the IT
department from trying to hack Heero's laptop. Which Heero had left
behind at the morgue.
He rubbed his temples. Winner had been right. Leaving Heero alone here
to do whatever investigating and...
He sighed and faced up to the situation like a man. Leaving Heero alone
to investigate and carry whatever retaliation he felt necessary would
have been dishonorable. Leaving Winner and Barton to contain Yuy would
have been an act of cowardice.
He held the silver case gingerly, not putting it entirely beyond Heero
to have equipped his favorite piece of technology with a self-destruct
of some sort. The idiots had been trying to crack the first layer of
protection with a password-bypassing program designed by Yuy himself.
He'd explained the folly of this action to them in very small but
pointed words. At length.
Just in case they hadn't taken his point, he'd taken the laptop with
him. Yuy would want it back, and he didn't want to see Preventers L2 HQ
blown up by a hacker's misstep.
Not quite. Not yet.
By the time he'd returned to the conference room that had been
converted into Une's office, she'd finished speaking with the L2 top
brass, and was sitting alone at the desk. Ready to tell her that he was
going to have the chip removed whether she and Senate approved or not,
he was caught by a sense of wrongness before the first word was
uttered. She had her back to the door -- What was she thinking? -- and
her posture was rigid. On the desk in front of her was a vase of
flowers; roses, it looked like, dark red ones.
That was odd. The Preventers were not the sort of organization that
would waste money on decorating, and even if some idiot thought the
arrival of the Commander justified an attempt to make the building more
attractive, roses were far too extravagant. They sent the wrong sort of
message Was one of the local agents attempting to court Une?
Perhaps to avoid a reprimand for the bumbling at the scene of
Maxwell's...? If so, he hadn't done his homework, because there was no
way the roses wouldn't remind her of Khushrenada.
Frankly, they didn't make him terribly comfortable either, and it
didn't help that Une had yet to acknowledge him hovering in the
doorway. He entered, closing the door behind him, feeling an unpleasant
sense of deja vu.
He was ignored, again. She was staring fixedly at the roses, hands
clenched into fists on the table in front of her. Her breathing was
fast and shallow. The cloying scent of the flowers was filling the
room, and Wufei felt his stomach twist in nausea. The last time he'd
smelled that scent, there had been the clash of blades and the burning
humiliation of having his life spared, of being found unworthy of an
"Commander!" He didn't know what memories held her trapped or where in
time she was lost, but they could not afford to have her break again as
she had on Earth.
He couldn't afford it.
He laid a hand on her shoulder. How long had it been since he touched
another person outside of a sparring match? Or an emergency? It was a
ridiculous question to have sprung to mind, and furious, he banished it
from his head. This was an emergency, of sorts, and that was the only
reason he was touching Une. Touching the Commander.
A long moment, and her eyes moved to focus on him. Her lips shaped the
word 'Chang,' but there was no breath behind it to give sound to his
Then she inhaled, a pained gasping noise, and she curled in on herself,
chin to her chest, and her hands pressing between her breasts. The
motion reminded of him of Winner's attacks, when his space heart caused
him pain, and he recalled how Barton had touched Quatre, looked him in
the eye and spoken softly, grounding him.
The laptop hit the cheap carpeting with a dull thud as he reached with
both hands to lift Une's face, to direct her eyes to him. His fingers
brushed her cheeks as she straightened of her own accord, and an
inexplicable, horrifying sense of wrongness held him frozen. It was a
moment out of his nightmares, and he was certain that in a moment the
person before him would cease to be Une, and that the face that was
tilting up to view him would be Treize's.
So certain he was of the impending transformation that when the eyes
that met his were brown, Une's rich brown, it jarred him out of his
paralysis. With a cry -- certainly not a shriek, just a noise of
startlement, that was all -- he jerked backwards, hitting the wall
"Did I scare you, Wufei?"
His voice was still lost in the nightmare-terror. It's Une, he told
himself. Just Une. Just Une. Just Une.
"I must apologize." The posture of the woman in the chair was perfect,
the military exactitude he associated with Une. But she was resting her
elbows on the chair arms, and steepling her hands before her face in a
gesture he'd never seen her use before. "I was distracted when you
entered, a most unforgivable lapse. The situation before us -- well,
us say it was handled without the proper degree of elegance."
It was Une before him. But the smile, full of amused superiority, that
wasn't Une's. The tilt of the head, that wasn't Une's. The smooth-toned
sensual speech containing too many unnecessary words, that wasn't Une's
either. It was madness to think so, foolishness, but all these things
belonged one someone else's face. Was he dreaming? Was this all one of
He wanted to wake up.
"You pilots deserve better than Maxwell's end. That was not a fitting
death for a warrior, much less one of the greatest warriors of our
He forced his knees to take his weight, pushed away from the wall. He
was not going to allow this unreasoning fear, this ridiculous
nightmare-inspired delusion, to unman him. He was Chang Wufei, and he
could manage his Commander's shifts in personae. He had thought she was
cured of them, but he had apparently thought wrong. He needed to
consult with someone, to determine if he was overreacting to a small
shift in behavior, probably brought on by the recent tragedy. Yes. He
needed to consult with Yuy, Barton, and Winner, and they would assure
him he was overreacting.
Yuy. Laptop. Check.
He bent down to pick it up.
"I will see to it that appropriate action is taken, Wufei. I regret
what has happened, most deeply. Rest assured that I will look into the
situation and make remedy. Gather with your fellow pilots, my friend,
and give Maxwell a send-off appropriate to a fallen warrior."
"Ah... Yes. Yes, I'll do that, Commander."
Right. Go to Winner's suite. They would find Yuy, and he'd realize this
was all a delusion brought on by stress. He overrode the instinct to
back out of the room, but couldn't find it in himself to offer his back
to the Commander, so he ended up exiting the room with an awkward
sideways shuffle. He closed the door behind him with a sense of relief
that did not befit a son of the Dragon Clan.
On his way out, he asked the guard at the post about the roses.
"Oh, no, no, we don't have that sort of thing around. Are you crazy? We
don't have the budget for reliable phones, forget flowers.
Crighton said some guy delivered them earlier, for the Commander.
Didn't say who they were from. She got a boyfriend back on Earth or
Wufei informed the man that the Commander's personal life was not
either of their business. He asked what florist had provided the roses.
"Dunno. Wasn't my shift. The guy would have signed in, if you want to
check to log."
Wufei scanned the data pad. There were multiple deliveries that arrived
earlier that morning -- office supply stores, inter-colony package
delivery, data courier services -- but no deliveries from any florists.
He scanned the list of individuals who had logged in -- there were
and most of them had indicated a particular agent with whom they had an
appointment. There was only one name that had no company or appointment
associated with it, and Wufei took note of it -- Peter Cromwell.
The name seemed familiar, somehow.
A bath! Duo grinned. He'd been just slightly worried, for no reason
that he could really pin down. At least Quatre and Trowa didn't hate
him for what he'd done. And Heero! Duo almost felt like he was in a
dream. Heero was being so nice. He almost felt as if it couldn't be
real. He'd rested though, just gotten up a few hours before he had gone
to find Heero. Duo really needed some time to think, but he didn't want
to be alone to do it.
Heero was talking so much, talking about his past, and Heero never
talked about any of this stuff before. It was amazing, but he could
hear and see how difficult it was for Heero to do this -- he was
stiff -- not in a good way! -- and talking in that robotic monotone.
"I love you, Heero," Duo said, wanting to bring Heero back to the
warmth and away from the programming. "I think you're so beautiful,
like this now, and in the other form too." Duo moved close, kissing
Heero's shoulder, then down toward a nipple. "I love you so very much."
Duo shivered. "I've never wanted anyone like I've always wanted you.
You've got such beautiful eyes and I always felt like you were the only
who would really understand me."
"I don't understand you at all. I am trying, though."
Duo could feel Heero's heart pounding beneath his lips. Heero brushed a
quick kiss against his neck. Duo was fairly sure his neck was the most
sensitive part of his body. Duo's moans were soft though, fluttering,
hushed by instinct, even though this room was soundproofed and made for
intimacy as well a bathing.
Heero's voice was equally quiet. "Would you take off the rest of your
clothes? I... I would like to look."
"Okay," Duo whispered, shifting his pants off, nervously brushing the
bits of hair back which had found their way to his face. He didn't have
anything on under his jeans and he'd pushed his shoes off as soon as he
was through the door of the bathing room. He blushed, shy and
self-conscious. "You want to look because you... uh, like to look, or
because you want to take inventory of me? Heero, I'm not so head bent
as to actually do myself any kind of long lasting harm. You've got more
self inflicted scars than I do. You trust me, still, right?"
"I trust you. I am worried still. I should be..." Heero swallowed hard.
"Should be evaluating your status, but I cannot. You are too... I
cannot see you as something to evaluate. I can only see you as someone
I want to look at. Want to touch. Someone amazing. I..."
Heero fumbled his own pants off, removing his briefs with them. He left
them on the floor, and stepped toward Duo, resting his hands lightly
against Duo's sides. Sliding them down, gently, cautiously, he brought
them down and forward to stroke the jutting hipbones, and let his palms
slide down, stopping just shy of the short chestnut curls. "Can I?"
"Yeah," Duo whispered, "I'd like that."
Sex felt different this time. It wasn't as if he'd never had sex, but
this time, here with Heero...
Duo laid a hand on Heero's bare belly. "So who do you think will be top
this time?" Duo grinned. It was said as a joke, a slight challenge, and
brought light into violet eyes. The mood and intensity from the tunnels
was back, no hesitation, no being self conscious.
The moment permission was granted, Heero's trembling fingers brushed up
the length of Duo's shaft, with an unintentionally teasing flick at the
head as his hand shook and slipped. Then he pulled up with a loose
grasp, and his curious thumb ran over the slit, spreading dampness over
the head. Heero felt hyperattuned to Duo's response, hanging on every
twitch, every hitch of breath, wanting desperately to please Duo, to
bring him to moans and writhing and desperation for the feel of Heero's
skin against him.
"Top?" It took a moment for Heero's sensation-addled brain to process
the word, but a cascade of information he'd been provided with crashed
into his mind. J had made sure his Perfect Soldier knew what kind of
damage to expect during torture, including sexual assault. It was so
easy to cause pain, even possibly fatal damage, anally penetrating
someone. Could he risk doing that to Duo? No... but...
At the same time, his hips wanted to thrust, and thrust into Duo, and
the back of Heeros brain, where ancient reflexes lived, demanded to
feel Duo beneath him, moaning at a welcome invasion; to feel
hotwettight around his cock; to push his way deep inside of Duo; to
fill him with come, joining the neck mark he'd made earlier with
ineradicable scent inside Duo, to finish his claim.
Words. He needed words. "Won't hurt you. Won't."
"Damn straight," Duo said, moving closer, a hand sliding around to cup
Heero's ass. "Heero, I like being bottom. I think it feels good and I'd
really love to have you moving inside me." Then, as if his mind were
just clicking, "Has anyone hurt you that way, Heero?"
Warm. Firm. Duo's hand was on his ass, and somehow that touch was
making his cock throb unbearably. Duo's cock was in his hand, and he
was stroking it, hot suede shaft and slick tip, when Duo moved closer,
causing him to give it a firmer, faster pump. Duo liked being bottom
and wanted to have Heero's body slide deep inside his own, wanted to be
impaled on Heero's cock, and oh, gods, he wanted...
One hand let go of Duo's cock, abandoning the exploration in favor of
pulling Duo all the way against him, chest to chest, a thigh slipping
between Duo's legs, and he'd never realized how much skin Duo had, and
how desperately he wanted it against his own skin. He knew he should
answer Duo's question, but he needed to nuzzle at the ear and neck, and
suckle again at the mark he'd left on Duo's shoulder.
"Bite me again. Oh, Heero! Not as hard as that time, but just nibble
me, Oh, wow, yeah, come on, Heero," Duo panted, "We need oil. By the
bath, and there's towels, we can, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" There was a
moment of nothing but panting, then: "Lay one on the, aaahhhh, ground!"
Perfect. Those gasps and catches of breath, they were perfect. The
flower-petal texture of the neck beneath his tongue and lips, it was
perfect. The rich scent of Duo's arousal, rising from between their
bodies, it was perfect, too.
A nip, then a tracing of tongue, and a harder nip, and it made Duo jump
a little in his arms. He ran fingertips down from the nape of Duo's
neck, slowly, between the shoulder blades, down the small of Duo's
back, feeling the raised lines of scars, memorizing the geography of
his lover. His love.
Tentative, he explored further, between those firm cheeks that he
wanted to massage and knead... but now he was touching the valley
between them, caressing the hidden skin surrounding Duo's entrance.
Oil, Duo had said. And towels. He wasn't going to hurt Duo.
His hips thrust forward, almost of their own accord, and his cock
rubbed against Duo's and against the thick curls surrounding it. Arm
around Duo's waist, he guided them both toward the water, toward the
stack of towels. Toward the oil.
"No, never been hurt that way." He had to pause, to pant, as the
dripping head of his cock slid so slickly against Duo's belly. "You?
Don't want to hurt you."
Duo shivered in Heero's arms."You wouldn't hurt me, Heero. I promise."
Duo pulled a little away, winking, his hand lingering over Heero's cock
as he fairly danced towards a stack of towels and waterproof yoga-style
pads. It was seconds only as he threw one on the ground and a towel
over it. He grabbed a bottle of oil and dropped to his knees. "Let me
take you in my mouth? Kiss you here," Duo asked, fingers reaching for
Knees failed at the question, and without the slightest hint of grace,
Heero fell, landing on his hands and knees.
"Please," he heard himself whisper, his mouth suddenly dry. "Please."
He dipped forward to bestow his own kiss on Duo's cock, and found
himself licking the salty liquid off the tip as though it were candy
coating. He sat back on his knees -- would this work for what Duo
wanted? Was he allowed to touch Duo while Duo did... what Duo was going
"Please, Duo. I want to feel you."
"Touch me, Heero, any way you want to. Anywhere," Duo said, voice warm
against Heero's belly as he said anywhere. The tip of Duo's tongue
trailed down over Heero's belly, and he blew in Heero's curls. Then Duo
went back to gentle, loving tongue-caresses along the vein of Heero's
shaft, swirling his tongue around the head.
The muscles in Heero's belly rippled with each caress, each breath of
air. He remembered what Duo had said earlier, and placing one hand
behind him to brace him, ran the other through that short, blue hair,
making sure to touch Duo's sensitive nape.
When Duo's mouth began the slow slide down his cock he sucked in a
lungful of air, ragged and noisy. He tried to moan out his
appreciation, remembering the fire that had run from his belly to his
groin at the noises Duo had been making. Instead of those melted
chocolate sounds, his noises seemed to have to claw their way out of
his throat, and emerged short and sharp and guttural.
Duo held Heero at the back of his throat, suckling, stroking, and then
he pulled back. "I love the sounds you make, Heero. Love the honesty of
them, the uniqueness of them. Tell me how you want to do this? Do you
want to lay down and I'll slide on to you? How would it be perfect for
How could Duo be so coherent, so fluent, when he was unraveling into
nothing more than a need to thrust, to stroke, to taste and hear and
"You... are perfect. Don't leave." He couldn't get any more words out,
not when Duo was his at last. So instead he reached for the bottle of
oil, poured a splash into his palm, and crawled behind Duo. He took a
moment to nip at Duo's ass, then to suckle, pulling a deep burgundy
mark to the surface, then poured the oil from his hand down Duo's
crevice, then pulled the cheeks apart. Heero stroked down the hidden
ravine -- almost hairless, gleaming with oil -- until he was caressing
Duo's heavy balls,and then pressed his way back up. Running his finger
around the edge of Duo's entrance, he awaited a response to his
Duo leaned forward, looking over his shoulder. "Never leave you," Duo
moaned, wiggling his ass, slowly, inviting, "Oh yes, Heero, I want it,
please. It'll be hot, feel good." Duo arched his back. "I love you! Oh,
I want you! Heero! Please! Hold me while you take me, tell me you love
me and you'll never change your mind?"
Checking that his forefinger was still slick, Heero pressed it inside
of Duo. He could feel Duo relaxing, allowing him entrance. Willing.
Heero shuddered at the thought, at the sight of his finger penetrating
Duo's ass. Duo was sauna-hot inside, impossibly smooth and slick from
the oil. He slid it in and out -- Duo didn't seem to be in any pain.
The opposite, maybe. But Heero's cock was much thicker than one
He slid two fingers in. "I'll hold you." His own voice was
unrecognizable to Heero, it was so low. "I'll keep you by my side. My
pack. My lover. Won't let anyone take you." His fingers encountered a
nub inside of Duo, and he rubbed over it.
Duo went to his elbows. "Please, take me? I'm ready for you, I want to
hear you making those sounds again, feel your arms around me. I want
you to pound me till I cum! Please, Heero, Please?"
Sliding his fingers out, Heero took another palmful of oil, slid it
over his cock. Holding himself at the base, stroking Duo's ass with the
other hand, he rubbed his cock-head against Duo's pucker. Would it
He pressed forward, felt the flutter around his tip as Duo relaxed for
him. There was still resistance, and he had to hold his cock in
alignment until the broad head popped in. He caught his hips as they
tried to jerk forward, to slide in and impale Duo completely all at
once. He was shaking, panting aloud -- Duo was so hot, so tight, and
Heero's cock was inside him, filling him....
Duo reached back, as though he were trying to find his braid, and froze
a moment as loose, short hair met his fingers. He paused, took a deep
breath. "I'm so glad I'm here with you! It's more important than
Heero leaned forward, cock nestled in Duo's ass, and placed a kiss on
the back of his neck. "Beautiful. Short or long. Even blue. Want you."
"Heero, hold me, please! I'm yours, always yours!" Duo thrust back as
Duo's push back made Heero arch his back, and another choked cry fought
up from his belly. Panting loudly, uncaring, he slid out, the grip of
Duo's ass delicious torment to his cock. He drove back in, smooth and
forceful, then laid forward, chest against Duo's back. He wrapped one
arm around Duo's chest, used it to brace himself as he pulled his hips
back and thrust forward, forcing his way deep into Duo again and again.
At the deepest moment of each plunge, he heard himself make a noise,
sharp and guttural. He wrapped the other hand, still oiled, around
Duo's cock, and hoped Duo was at least half as excited as he was,
because he was not going to last long.
Long strokes, pausing for a moment within the welcoming depths, then
pulling nearly all the way out -- he tried for that, to slow himself
down, but nothing was going to hold off his need for release for very
long. "Mine," he growled again. "Won't let you go."
"Could melt into you, Heero, live forever like this. I love you! For so
long! Hard! Fast, God,Heero! So good!"
Words were beyond Heero. He felt everything begin to squeeze tight, low
in his belly, hot and heavy. His grip on Duo tightened, as his thrusts
became short, fast, brutal. He indicated his love, his promise to
remain, the only way he could think to at that moment -- biting down on
Duo's neck again, re-enforcing the mark he'd put there mere hours ago.
The heat and pleasure built until they exploded, nuclear fission within
his body. He howled as he came, planting himself deep inside of Duo,
the sound scarcely muffled by Duo's flesh in his mouth. It felt like
heat was pouring out of him into Duo through his cock and his mouth,
creating a circuit of pure pleasure. He kept thrusting, continued
stroking Duo's cock, determined to bring his love with him.
Back to Index.
Back to Part 9.
On to Part 11.
Send feedback to Amy the
Send feedback to Nix Winter.