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Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I would be happy. I am happy. But to draw
the conclusion that I own GW from those statements would be to affirm the
consequent, and would therefore be an invalid argument.
See?
Pairing: 1+2+1/1x2x1; reference to past 1xR, R+1.
Warnings:
Part 12 has a very mild lime yaoi warning - very, very mild though. There
are also warnings for some angst, and language. For all other warnings see
part 1 and individual parts. This is an AU fic.
Note: This part is
dedicated to Kwyck, who reminded me just exactly what it is I'm doing.
Thank you very much! *hugs*
Escaping Part 12
It was warm. Heero gradually felt sleep stripped away and realized he
was fully clothed, in an unfamiliar room; and not alone.
He was,
it returned to him, on Duo's bed.
Which meant he wasn't too
surprised when, turning his head to the side a little, he found the other
occupant to be Duo, who was lying, resting his chin on his forearms,
looking at him.
Duo smiled at him. "Feel better?"
Heero
nodded slowly, looking steadily at his companion. "What have you been
doing?" He was only slightly nervous.
"Watching you." Duo still
smiled broadly… then he was leaning in, and Heero let him. Welcomed the
feeling of duo's warm, smooth lips against his. He opened his mouth and
touched his tongue to Duo's, feeling a hand move up to stroke at his
cheek… Somehow, in a way that hadn't happened before, the kiss was
deepening, heating: the feel of Duo's tongue on his was suddenly intensely
erotic, and Heero felt his own movements mirror that intensity.
Heero found himself sharply aware of all sensation. Duo's warm
hand against his cheek, then tracing a fingertip around the edge of his
ear, cupping his face along his jaw line, finally moving around to the
back of his neck to keep him close… And the assured feel of Duo's mouth.
Hot, now, closer, somehow, and filtering gradually through Heero: he
didn't want to lose the feeling… He tried to let even more of himself out
through the kiss, trying to persuade Duo into continuing it…
Duo,
though, it seemed, needed no such enticement; holding Heero close as the
kiss slipped back and forth. Heero felt hands slide down his back to his
waist, untucking his shirt… Heero broke the kiss, breathing hard, to smile
crookedly at Duo as he shifted, moving off Heero and into a better
position for his task: Heero sat up automatically to allow it, seeking
Duo's mouth again with his own… but catching a glimpse of the clock on the
way back down.
"Shit!" Heero sat up suddenly, breaking Duo's spell
and scrambling to tuck his shirt back in where it had been undone.
Duo blinked up at him, not understanding. Heero observed the fuzzy
expression, lips still wet and parted, position sprawled from Heero's
sudden movement.
"It's after midnight! Relena's going to be
wondering where I am."
Duo grinned, understanding now. "I see." He
shifted only slightly, making no effort to follow Heero's example and get
up. "Another time then."
Heero studied the form on the bed; Duo
was clearly aroused from their previous activity, and the sight nearly
held Heero in place - but he didn't let it show. He had to get back… this
was… He didn't let himself think about it. There would be time later; if
he tried now, he knew he wouldn't leave…
`Why do I have to?' He
quieted that voice; there would be time to answer that later too. But now…
"Another time," Duo repeated. He smiled and ran his tongue over
his bottom lip: Heero tried to keep his face impassive. Finally, Duo got
up and followed as Heero walked to the door.
Heero was unprepared
for the fire that attacked his mouth, the hard body that pressed his
against the door, even as his hand moved to turn the handle; instinct won
again and he kissed back flame to flame, explosive.
Eventually he
felt Duo pull back, chuckling a little breathlessly. He opened the door
and Heero found himself stepping through it.
"See you tomorrow,
Heero." Duo smiled, confident.
Heero looked at him for a long
moment. "Yeah." 
"Heero! You're back I was beginning to
worry."
Heero felt, as he gazed at his wife, as though she was an
old acquaintance he hadn't seen in years. The feeling was becoming more
familiar with every time he saw Duo. "Sorry." He looked at her a little
longer, so as not to seem entirely dismissive; she was used to his ways,
wouldn't think anything of him leaving immediately and without explanation
as he headed upstairs.
He found himself relatively awake after
sleeping in Duo's room; so he sat for a while in his study, thinking over
the thoughts he had postponed earlier. He closed his eyes. Duo. He
couldn't deny his fascination; attraction. `Another time', Duo had said.
Another time… would he have… would he have had sex with Duo? He thought it
through. Whichever way he looked at it… he knew he had wanted to. He
couldn't hear himself saying no.
Looking at it from another angle,
it seemed insane: he had known Duo for less than two weeks! The strength
of his feelings shook him. Nothing else seemed to matter: Relena's
feelings, her reputation or his own… the investigation… He couldn't see
any reason not to…
Until the calm little voice in his head
interjected again. Blackmail, an ugly word.
Heero reflected on it,
and the fact that it was perfectly possible. As were a lot of other
things. Duo… knew things about him that no-one else knew. Or, at least,
that hardly anyone else knew. It would be entirely possible for Duo to use
blackmail to get what he wanted… The thing was, Heero knew, that he wanted
it too.
He sighed. Then… even if Duo was blackmailing him… it was
proof of his genuine feelings for Heero. The thought was… comforting in a
way that Heero thought it probably shouldn't be.
But… how likely
was that? What evidence was there that Duo was doing anything other than
using him because of who he was? After his conversation with Relena
earlier, he couldn't quite tell what was what anymore, even after speaking
with Duo. Especially after speaking with Duo. It had been clear before he
fell asleep; but now he saw the evening as if through water or glass - he
couldn't feel it. Heero didn't feel anything much, beyond the familiar
chill of disappointment. He readied himself for worse: because the fact
remained. He wanted another man. And more.
Down the corridor he
heard the bedroom door open and close; after a safe amount of time, he too
headed for it, hoping to avoid Relena. He didn't want to be reminded.
He was lucky; she was in bed, the lights switched off. Quickly he
copied, and threw off thought as he tried again to sleep.
"Trowa." Heero nodded to his colleague as he made his way to his
office.
"Sir. Do you want to see the full list of names that were
left after we checked everyone out?"
"Yeah. Bring it with you."
Trowa followed to Heero's office. "It's pretty short. That's good
I suppose. Most of the diplomats are still the established politicians,
familiar names from the war and even before; and most of the younger ones
have credentials that check out perfectly. On the list are mainly other
workers at the summit buildings, plus a few visitors. These are the
suspicious names." He placed a single sheet of paper on Heero's desk.
Heero was unsurprised to see Duo's name right at the top.
"What
about the cameras? Any word on them?"
Trowa shrugged. "Not a lot.
Earth-made, quite common security devices. Data stored on disc. We looked
at the discs, but they seem set to a timer. They only started to record
just after the conference had begun for the day. And Mr. Maxwell says he
first noticed them at about 2 o'clock, so that gives us a time frame."
Heero reflected on the way Trowa kept his voice even when talking
about Duo, smiling a little wryly inside before he thought of something.
"What about the summit complex's own CCTV? It's been looked at."
Trowa looked a little embarrassed, but more as though he was
trying to contain anger. "Some of it, yes sir. But… some of it is…
missing."
Heero looked at him I disbelief. "Missing. You mean
someone actually had the foresight to take the discs? And, presumably,
take care of the monitor room at the same time so nothing appeared to be
wrong." He could feel his own fury growing. What had he missed?! "Dummy
footage? Posing as a member of staff? What the hell happened?!" `How did I
let this happen? I checked it all myself. What have I done?' Those words
again. Heero felt as though he was losing his grip on reality. "Trowa.
Leave now. Do your work. I'll speak to you later."
Trowa obeyed.
Heero sank into the chair behind his desk, putting his head in his
hands. `How the *fuck* did this happen? It was my responsibility. I
checked everything! What did I miss? How can I put this right?' Heero had
a growing sense that he had let people down, severely; it held him in a
frozen grasp and refused to let go. He was once more left with the ra5her
bitter taste of his own dubious adequacy. `Only good for one thing…'
Fuming silently, he left his office, not entirely sure what he was doing:
his mind supplied no strategy, so instinct propelled him. He realized he
was, once more, heading for the summit, and he was out of the building
before any of the others realized he had gone.
All this time…
proving people wrong, trying to make a difference, do the right thing. He
had even thought he was succeeding - he had been confident he was going
the way he wanted and doing it well. But then, along comes some small
test… `and I managed to fuck it up again. Maybe I should just give in and
stop trying. I'm just like all the rest, now even if I didn't used to be.
I… tried so hard…'
Dully he found himself at the summit complex,
parking the car and striding up to the reception desk, not even thinking
before asking to see Duo; waiting only a few moments before the latter
emerged from the main conference room.
Heero pulled him over to an
empty side room; silence remained between them for several minutes as
Heero tried to plan this out.
He gave up the plan. "Why do we
bother, Duo?"
Duo looked at him uncertainly.
Heero stood
still, staring at the ground of to the side. "Why don't we just give it
up. Who am I trying to convince?" He realized he now spoke only for
himself; how could he be sure of anything else? "Why am I even trying…
I'll never succeed. Just proves it. Proves them right. I might as well…"
his voice was soft now "…just stop. It's not worth it, when I'm not
getting anywhere. Thinking I could change things.. thinking I could stop…
people's foolishness." He shook his head. "It's useless, of course. I
can't stop it." He looked up at Duo, leaning against the wall and watching
him. "Why are *you* bothering, Duo? What are you doing? Why… why are you
trying to help me?" `What is it? Are you really on my side? Just what…
just what is going on?'
Duo looked at him fixedly. Heero felt the
burn of his gaze but stayed still: he couldn't make out direction to run
in. He stared back.
"Heero…" Duo gave an odd half-laugh. "I'm
trying to help you because…" he stopped again. "I don't know if the
question is right. But I think I know the answer." He looked up at Heero
from the corner of his eye, a strange glint there. "You know I'm in love
with you, don't you?"
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