Beautiful Stranger




Part 5 




Late Saturday Night 

Coming out of the hidden passageway, Zechs and Relena had gone first to the security 
center near the library. Paul was nearly frantic.

"Your grace! Thank God, and the Princess as well! Are you alright, Your Highness? 
Where have you been, we have guards combing every inch of the palace and grounds!"

"We're fine, Paul, don't worry," Zechs replied. "The Princess has had a bit of a 
fright but she took it well. She'll need rest, though. Is her maid nearby?"

"I'll have Isabel sent for immediately. Please, Your Highness, sit down," the 
security chief escorted Relena to a chair at one of the consoles.

"You look pale, Relena," Zechs murmured to her. "You should go to bed. Take 
some sleeping medication, get some rest and you'll be your old self in the 
morning."

Relena, who had said nothing since Zechs escorted her away from the room 
inside the passageway, stared blindly ahead.

"It can't be, Zechs," she said in a strangely soft voice. "He loves me, he's 
always loved me. Just has trouble showing it. It comes out in funny ways. But 
I know he loves me. I just know it..."

Just then, Isabel, the maid, arrived at the door to the Security Center. Zechs 
waved Relena into the older woman's capable hands and went over to Paul.

"What in God's name happened tonight, Paul? Who was setting off those intruder 
alerts?And how was it that the power grid for the Palace was compromised? And 
has everything that could be done to find the intruder actually been done? Is 
there a chance he would still be here?

Paul held up his hands at the barrage of questions. "We've conducted three 
complete searches of the palace and grounds, sir. There is just no one to be 
found. Whoever it was seems to have vanished into thin air. We do have the 
data on the power losses though, Your Grace. It all seemed to be planned very 
methodically. No wasted effort at all, sir."

Zechs turned his back to Paul and looked at the readout on the physical plant 
console. His long platinum hair hung like a cape down his back. "And this 
person's whereabouts?"

"No word on that yet, Your Grace, except that we believe that he or she has 
left the grounds."

"Good work, Paul. I'll be in the Library or my room. Keep me informed of 
anything new."

"Yes, Your Grace," Paul bowed slightly as Zechs left the room.

**********

Duo, holding up the trembling form of his best friend, had made his way out 
of the hidden passage and into the hallway outside the library when Zechs came 
around the corner. The lightning count walked quickly to the two boys and put 
an arm under Heero's right shoulder, his greater height, causing the slight weight 
of the boy to fall on Zechs and not Duo.

"I thought I told you to wait for me!" Zechs scolded. He could see that Duo 
was still a bit unsteady himself.

"He's not in good shape - I just wanted to get him to his room."

Their eyes locked over Heero's slumped head.

*Even now, even when I'm being stupid and taking care of the guy who dumped 
me, he's still here - he *cares*. Damn this is weird...*

They managed to get Heero to the top landing of the stairs before the Japanese 
boy came back to reality and realized where he was, and who had ahold of him. 
He had looked, somewhat disoriented, at Duo, then over at Zechs. A second went 
by before he exploded, striking out at Zechs, letting out a yell that was one of the 
most horrible sounds Duo had ever heard.

"Get your fucking hands off me, Peacecraft!!! You fucking son of a bitch!! You 
goddamned bastard!!! Let go of me!!!!"

Duo gasped and did everything he could to hold on to the dark-haired boy's arm, 
partly out of concern for Heero and partly to prevent him from getting to Zechs. 
Heero was acting like a trapped animal that has no other way out but to fight for 
its life, and Duo knew all too well that Heero in that condition was extremely 
dangerous. He needn't have worried about Zechs, though. The fact that Zechs was 
nearly as strong as Heero, together with the fact that the taller man was calm 
and had his wits about him, made the fight an uneven one. Zechs spun Heero around 
and held one of his arms around the boy's two thrashing ones. His 
other arm came up around Heero's neck in a loose choke hold.

Strangely enough, that seemed to calm Heero somewhat.

"That's better," Zechs's voice was low and almost soothing. "I certainly understand 
you wanting to fight me Heero, but it should be done in a more civilized manner."

"Civilized?" Heero managed to hiss around the arm over his throat. "You call what 
you did civilized? Seducing a young boy? You don't deserve anything civilized, 
Zechs - you're an animal."

Duo started to say something, but Zechs got there first.

"Young-er, Heero, please. Duo is 16, I'm 20, we're not that far apart, now, are 
we? Besides, I don't think Duo is complaining about anything I've done to him."

"Zechs! Geez!" Duo broke in, quite embarrassed and a little annoyed. "Don't say 
stuff like that - makes me seem really easy! Hell, why doncha just tell 'im I'm 
your sex toy or something."

"Duo, please," Zechs responded in a low voice, "the servants are watching."

Out of the corner of his eye, Duo glanced down at the foyer below them. Several 
undermaids, the apprentice butler, Georges, and Paul were peering up at the three 
of them, some worried, some shocked, and some in morbid fascination.

"It's alright Paul, Georges," Zechs called down. "He was injured this evening; 
doesn't quite know where he is - we are just trying to get him to bed."

The Duke of Sank managed to carry the struggling boy to the hallway outside of 
his room. In an uncharacteristic show of trust, Zechs let go of Heero's arms. The 
Japanese pilot slumped a little against the door.

"Heero, we can talk about this in the morning. You should get some rest now." Heero 
turned at the sound of Zechs' words.

"The morning - I don't think so...You'd better tell me now...Just what the hell 
do you think you're doing?" he demanded of the tall blond man. "You think that 
you can come into Duo's life and get him to go to bed with you, and that entitles 
you to all of him? Well I've got news for you Zechs. You have no right to anything 
in his life. You're a complete stranger to him. You don't know the first thing about 
him." Heero's face was inches from Zechs' at this point, his breath hot on Zechs' 
cheeks. The Duke of Sank remained perfectly still.

"Are you sure of that, Heero?" Zechs asked. "I knew exactly how your actions made 
him feel. I comforted him when he found out what you'd been trying to hide from him. 
I knew what he needed and I gave it to him." Zechs paused for a moment, letting his 
words sink in. "I even know what he wanted from you, Heero. Can you say the 
same? Do you know what Duo has been waiting for all this time with you?"

Zechs pulled back from the face-to-face contact. He met Heero's stunned silence 
with cool appraisal.

"I didn't think so. Who's really the stranger here, Heero?"

Duo stepped in front of Heero, facing Zechs, their eyes meeting.

"I think he's had enough. I can handle this, Zechs, really."

Heero watched the tall man gaze down on his beloved Duo. There was fire in those 
azure-colored eyes...and something else, something Heero couldn't define...didn't 
want to...He began shaking again.

Duo opened the door to Heero's room and pulled him inside, just as a voice spoke 
in the passage outside.

"Your Grace? Your sister has asked you to come to her office."

Duo looked up at Zechs as the long-haired blond turned to go to Relena. He hoped 
his eyes conveyed something of the concern and gratitude he felt towards the tall 
nobleman. Zechs himself gave Duo a gracious little nod, his face a perfect mask of 
decorum, his eyes hungry and smoldering, then turned and walked quickly down the 
central staircase, long-hair flying out behind him as he did. Duo carefully shut 
the door to Heero's room.

"Heero?...Heero?...Do you want to talk?" But Heero did not respond at all to Duo's 
words and finally, Duo left the room and closed the door quietly behind him.

**********

/It's quiet again.

/It's always quiet when he leaves a room. He's a whole crowd all by himself. This 
used to be bliss...What did Quatre call it...the Post-Maxwell Silence...Used to 
crave it...anything to get away from that chattering baka...Back then...when he 
thought I was the only person he'd ever love...when he almost begged without words 
to touch me...when I...I...

/When you punched him, hard, over and over for saying those words that might make 
you come clean.

/When you told him he was an idiot, that he was a disgrace as a soldier, that his 
hair was liability in combat...

/When you told him that you didn't want to be with him, didn't love him, never could.

/When you lied and lied and lied...

/ENOUGH!!!!/

**********

To love you
Is to be part of you
I've paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride
Da-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dum
Beautiful stranger...

Duo walked slowly back to his room. He had spent all of about 20 minutes in it since 
he had come to Sank the night before. He stood for a moment near the door, now closed 
behind him. It was a minute or two before he realized what he was doing - checking for 
signs of the enemy. The small taste of terror he had experienced, together with seeing 
Heero in full battle rage had brought back all of the feelings and memories the war had 
given him.

/It may be over to the rest of the world, he thought, but some of us are still fighting 
it inside every damned day and night./

He walked over to the window, pulled the chair from the desk around backward and 
straddled it. The sky outside was a light, purplish-gray, still heavy with rain clouds. 
The rain itself was no more that a gentle caress against the windowpane now. Duo rested 
his chin on his arms and thought about the boy he had just left.

/I've never seen him like that about anything to do with me. He left me on L2 without 
saying whether he would come back. He came here and decided to marry Relena and didn't 
let me know. I still wouldn't know if it wasn't for Relena needing to crow about her 
victory over me. How can a guy do things like that and then turn around and 
act like he did about Zechs? /

/God Heero, I've given you everything I have. I've begged and pleaded for scraps from 
you...had me practically groveling at your feet at the end of the war, trying to get you 
to come to L2 with me...then spent the year trying to get you out of whatever prison they 
put you in back then...I smiled, I comforted, I told you I would listen if you wanted to 
talk...I talked, man did I ever talk...I even gave over my body to you, Heero. I knew 
that you couldn't ask for what you needed...not then...that you would take me when you 
wanted to and that I needed to let you do that, let you know I could be trusted...that 
I was yours utterly and completely...

/And you left.

/You left everything I'd given you and came here...to marry Rel...

Kuso!/

Duo buried his head in his arms, fighting back the sting of tears because soldiers 
don't cry and he was still a 
soldier, fighting a war with someone he had loved more than any other single person 
the'd ever met. But the enemy had been too much for him, or he had been extraordinarily 
weak. Either way, he couldn't fight any more. Everything about Heero Yuy was ghastly, 
searing pain for him now. So much could have been; so much wasted; so much lost...

A quiet knock at the door.

"Duo? May I come in?"

That sweet, low voice.

"The drowning man is now thrown a lifeline," Duo whispered at the window, a faint smile 
of relief playing across his face.

When he opened the door, Zechs was leaning against the door frame. He had changed the 
clothes he'd been wearing which, like Duo's, had been covered in dust from their time 
inside the palace's walls. He wore loose blue cotton pants and a slouchy, rollneck 
sweater that ended a couple of centimeters above his waist. Despite it's folds, the 
sweater managed to show off tantalizing glimpses of its owner - a slice of creamy, 
flat stomach, the outline of one hardened nipple...In the tall blond's hands were a 
bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Can I keep you company for a while?" he murmured in a voice like raw silk.

Duo, trying hard to get his mouth closed and keep his hands to himself, nodded and 
closed the door behind Zechs.

/Ah, God he even smells good...vanilla and rainwater and...Zechs.../

"You've had a really rough night, Duo. I thought you might appreciate something to 
help you sleep," the Duke said, handing him a freshly-poured glass of champagne.

Duo laughed, a little nervous, then found himself blushing furiously and downing 
the bubbling liquid out of defense. "Hoo-boy, champagne. Quatre gave me some of this 
one time. It, uh, seems to affect me more than most other stuff I drink."

"Does it really?" Zechs raised an eyebrow. "Well, then, by all means, have some more." 
He refilled Duo's glass and then his own. He sat down on the bed and Duo sat facing him.

"I believe we've weathered this particular storm - there's no site of an intruder or 
evidence that anything was stolen, damaged, harmed, or tampered with, or so says my 
reliable old Paul. Cheers to that."

Zechs held out his glass and touched it to Duo's, his eyes never moving from Duo's 
face.

"Are you alright, Duo? When I saw you lying there...God, I was so worried that I-" He 
stopped abruptly and downed his champagne. "How is Heero?"

Duo, surprised at the change of topic, bit his lower lip and stared at his empty 
glass. As Zechs filled it again, he managed to find the words.

"He...He won't talk to me. I just don't understand him I guess - thought I did. 
Sometimes it seems like he deliberately doesn't want me to be happy, ya know?" He 
frowned in thought and looked up at Zechs. "First he pushes - no, shoves - me away 
for a over a year, then he acts like he's tolerating me as long as I don't act 
like I care too much, and now...what he's done to you...and he's supposed to be 
marrying your sister!"

Duo shook his head in bewilderment and returned to his champagne.

Zechs reached around Duo's back and gently pulled the long braid forward so that 
it rested over Duo's shoulder. He ran his long fingers almost absently over the 
thick plait as he spoke.

"I don't know about Heero and Relena. I came back about three weeks before you 
arrived and I knew Relena was ecstatic at the idea of him being here. At first he 
was fairly stand-offish, but there was one day that the two of them went for a long 
walk, several hours I believe, and when they came back, well, he was the way you 
saw him last night."

The Duke lifted the end of Duo's braid and brushed it slowly across his cheek.

"He needs to decide what he wants. Before you came, he thought it was Relena, but now - 
maybe he's changing his mind again."

Duo was beginning to feel the champagne. His arms were beginning to twitch, wanting 
something to hold. Wanting the beautiful blond man across from him. He wanted to be 
done with all the misery, with the ache that had been a constant companion since he 
met Heero Yuy. He needed life - to live it and revel in it and affirm it. He picked 
up his glass and held it high.

"Need a toas', blondie!" he slurred and grinned widely at his chosen prey.

Zechs, who had never in his life been called "blondie", fell into his habitual raised 
eyebrow gesture and stared at the somewhat giddy boy next to him. Deciding that Duo's 
disrespect was the result of genuine affection (and too much alcohol) he thought for a
 moment a said,"To old friends?"

Duo made a face and waved his hand dismissively.

"Nah - tha's no good. Tha's downright gloomy. Need a better one."

"To strangers, then," Zechs' eyes held Duo's as he raised his glass slightly.

"Ummm," Duo mumbled around the last of his champagne. He held the glass upside-down 
above his open mouth and looked almost surprised when nothing came out. Zechs moved 
closer to him, took hold of his wrist and tilted the glass back upright. Still not 
taking his eyes off Duo's, he filled the slender flute a third time. Some of the 
pale, icy liquid flowed over the top of the glass.

"Whoooo!" Duo grinned, moving the glass to a dry hand. "Now tha's what I call a refill!"

Zechs reached over and gripped Duo's dripping hand by the wrist.

"Uh, Zechs?" Duo blinked. Thoughts of ruined OZ bases and the potential for long-held 
grudges passed clumsily through his mind.

The blond leaned over and caught a champagne droplet on Duo's wrist, sliding a warm, 
moist tongue slowly down Duo's hand until he reached a fingertip, where he stopped 
and sucked, softly, his eyes locked on Duo's face.

"Aaaah - " Duo let out a harsh breath at the shock of pleasure running through him. 
He stared, mesmerized, at what Zechs was doing to him, feeling waves of pleasure hit 
him, one after the other. He was dimly aware of small, hungry sounds coming from his 
throat as Zechs sucked each finger tip in turn, his tongue teasing at the soft pads 
before beginning to slide up and down the finger itself.

Duo's breathing was harsh by the time Zechs put his hand down and moved the champagne 
glasses to the floor. He sat next to Duo again and roughly pulled the denim shirt out 
of Duo's waistband, pressing the boy to him and growling softly in the his ear. Duo 
ran his hands over Zechs' arms and whimpered softly.

Zechs pulled Duo's head close, staring into the indigo depths of his eyes as his long, 
elegant fingers deftly opened the buttons on Duo's shirt. The blond man bent Duo over 
backwards, exposing the boy's chest, and teased at the very tip of one nipple with his 
tongue. Duo cried out, his back arching involuntarily, his arms gone completely limp. 
Zechs closed his mouth over the hardened nub, sucking it and grazing his teeth lightly over 
the stiffness. His free hand was exploring Duo's other nipple, rubbing an expert thumb 
over the tip, just enough pressure to make the boy in his arms squirm.

"Ahh...Zechs...nnnnn...please...oh, God, please..." Duo was trying to push his hips against 
Zechs taut thighs, but before he could find any friction he was on the bed, face down, his 
shirt, pants, and boxers stripped from him. He pushed his arms against the bed, trying to 
get up on his knees, but Zechs lay on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

"Now don't move, do you understand me?" Zechs purred in Duo's ear before sliding his warm, 
wet tongue inside. Duo whimpered again and nodded his head.

Zechs moved off of him for a moment. He heard a faint scrape and then cold, sweet-smelling 
champagne was running over his back. The long-haired man lapped it up and then put his hands 
on Duo's hips, raising them so that Duo's weight was on his arms and knees.

This is it - oh, give it to me, Zechs, I need to feel you all the way...inside...

Zechs, however, had other plans. He tilted the bottle again and this time, Duo felt the 
cold river flow between his rounded cheeks, inside of him, and over his hardened arousal. 
He groaned into the sheets below him as Zechs' fingers spread him and the warm tongue lapped 
at the wine on that tender skin. A strong hand reached around and stroked the braided boy's 
hardened shaft, the tongue teasing at Duo's opening until he cried out in desire and 
frustration, wanting that heat inside of him, wanting it so badly...

Zechs took pity on him. His hands grasped Duo's hips and he thrust his tongue deeply 
inside Duo's body. The world around Duo exploded. He screamed Zechs' name as lights 
danced before his eyes and everything was reduced to a spot inside of him only as big 
as the tip of Zechs' powerful tongue. He came and came and came, the shudders of pleasure 
seemingly endless.

There wasn't much time for recovery. Before he caught his breath, Duo was brought to his 
knees, Zechs behind him, holding his upper arms and spreading his legs with lean, powerful 
thighs. Zechs' body bent his forward just a bit and Duo felt the tip of Zechs' long shaft 
prodding at the tender slot still contracting rhythmically from Duo's release. Breathing 
heavily, Duo felt his body opened, invaded by Zechs. He moaned as his former enemy slowly pushed 
deeper into him.

When he was in to the hilt, Zechs stopped long enough to look down and admire his handiwork. 
The lack of movement coupled with the deep penetration made Duo whimper; he wriggled in Zechs' 
firm grasp, trying to work himself on the long shaft inside of him. Zechs held him more tightly, 
his breath starting to come in harsh gasps, feeling Duo's body squirm around him. Giving in, 
the tall blond bent the long-haired boy over further and began slow, deep thrusts.

/Nnnnnnn...ah, God! Need him...more...nnnnnn...deeper...deeper...so deep that he knows...ah, 
knows he's mine...all mine...oooooohhh Duo.../

Zechs crushed Duo in his arms, his forehead against Duo's back, as he cried out, thrusting 
again and again, the hot liquid claiming Duo as his own. He was hazily aware of Duo crying 
out his name over and over, of the hot, tight space that enclosed him squeezing his shaft in 
quick rhythm, of coming again, from the sheer erotic impact of Duo's reaction...

/Slower now...catch my breath...every part of me feels electric...Dear God...he's so beautiful.
..so...so...nnnnnnnnn.../

**********

Relena approached the door with trepidation. It had taken her awhile to work up the courage 
to come here and she wasn't about to duck out now. She gathered up what was left of her 
courage and knocked.

No answer.

She knocked again, this time calling him.

"Heero! Heero it's me, Relena. Open the door please darling...I need to talk to you..."

She heard a small click, but the door remained closed.

Pushing it open, she made her way into the dark room beyond. As her eyes adjusted to the 
dim light, she saw Heero sitting on the floor in a corner of the large room. His legs 
were drawn up, his arms clasped around his knees, and he was staring into space as if 
looking at something a long way off. He didn't seem to notice her presence.

She dropped to her knees in front of him and placed a slim hand on his leg.

"Heero? Please talk to me. I need to know what's going on - what you're feeling - what 
your plans are. What happened tonight...I don't understand what that man was trying to 
do to you - to us - but I've thought about this and I've decided that it doesn't have 
to change anything between us. We'll get married, Heero, and you'll see that I can 
make you happier than any boy could. I'd be the perfect wife for you! I know you don't 
believe that now, but I'll prove it to you...just give me a chance, Heero."

Something in her words finally got through to Heero, hiding deep within himself. He 
looked up at her, slowly, and saw how desperately she wanted this to happen. How much 
time and energy she had invested in getting him to agree, how many risks - stupid, 
deadly risks - she had taken because of her desire to be with him. He saw it in her face, 
in the voice pleading with him, in the small hand on his leg, gripping it fiercely. He 
saw all of it - and had to go back on a solemn promise.

"This can't happen Relena. I can't do it. I can't marry you."

Relena's face paled and her expression changed, something steely coming into her eyes..
.into her voice.

"You know what I said about this Heero. You know how much you owe me, how much I did 
for you. You have an obligation..."

/You're being a sucker for her, like I've never seen you be for anyone. She's got you 
following her around like a pet! What's happened to you? /

Duo's voice...inside his head, confused and hurt by Heero's actions.

/I knew exactly how your actions made him feel. I comforted him when he found out what 
you'd been trying to hide from him. I knew what he needed and I gave it to him./

Zechs' words, cutting like daggers because of the truth he saw in them. A very ugly truth...

"Yes, I do have an obligation," Heero murmured. "To follow my feelings. My feelings of 
obligation to you are strong, Relena. You saved my life, back there when the war was 
ending. You stopped me from killing so many people because of what Zero had done to 
me. As you've told me, it was really you who completed my mission. Not me. Yes...the 
feeling of obligation to you is strong..."

He stood up, a bit unsteady, and walked towards the door.

"But my feelings for Duo are stronger. And it's not obligation I feel for him."

"You promised, Heero," Relena began. "You owe it to me."

"I don't think so, Relena. If that lunatic tonight did nothing else, he at least gave 
me the chance to even the score between us. I was willing to give up my life for you. 
I was fully prepared to die in that god awful 
place."

He looked at her once more, his hand on the door handle.

"That's enough, Relena. We're even now."

Heero Yuy opened the door to the dim room and walked out into the hallway, in search of 
his lover.

**********

Duo heard a faint buzzing sound, far off, like a dragonfly on a hot summer afternoon. He 
frowned a little at the intrusion. All he wanted to hear right now was the soft, slowing 
breath of the golden man lying beside him. He was curled up in Zechs' arms, his hand 
tangled in long silky strands of platinum, his lips resting against the damp skin of 
the beautiful nobleman's neck.

Zechs stirred, drawn out of the intense afterglow by the sound of his paging device. 
He groaned and pulled Duo tighter to him.

"No, no, no,no...not now...for God's sake, not now..."

"Ignore it," Duo whispered against the smooth skin.

"I can't. It might be about Relena..."

He unfolded his long legs and stood up, stretching languidly like a long, golden cat. 
Duo could only lay back against the pillows and admire the view of sleek muscles, broad 
back, narrow hips, and small, tight buttocks. He grinned broadly then buried his face in 
a pillow to keep from doing anything rash.

Two minutes later the pillow was removed and Zechs was leaning over him, his lips moving 
immediately to Duo's in a deep, hungry kiss. To Duo's great disappointment, he had dressed.

"There's a video call - on a secure channel from Africa - I have to go to my room to take 
it. Forgive me?"

"Hmmm," Duo hummed, his lips nibbling lightly at Zechs', "I suppose - this time..."

"I'll come back...I promise.. Walk me to the door."

Duo was pulled gently out of bed. Zechs threw a large cotton shirt over him and led him 
to the door of the room. Strong arms slid around Duo's waist as Zechs nibbled on his ear 
and the sensitive skin under it.

"I won't be long, but you should get some sleep. I plan to wake you up when I get back..." 
the tall blond opened the door of Duo's room.

Duo smiled and pulled Zechs down for another hungry kiss that seemed far too short.

It was, however, an eternity for Heero Yuy, coming up the hallway behind them. Before 
either of them could notice him, he bolted back down the way he came and headed outside.

**********

Duo was restless. His body had been thoroughly worked up by Zechs' attentions and now 
Zechs himself was gone, taking a video call.

/Taking an eternity...when that guy gets back here he'd better watch himself, because, 
baby, that body's mine./

He bounced on the bed for awhile, wandered around the room some and then, unable to sit 
still any longer, decided on an impromptu walk.

/Gotta do something with all this...this...lust, Maxwell, it's lust, admit it./

He grinned and headed out the door.

**********

/Nothing bad to see here - it's too dark. Nothing bad to hear - just the lapping of the 
water. I could stay here...die here...can't do anything else without him...just fade...

/It's your own fault, soldier boy. You had so many chances - nothing but wall-to-wall 
opportunities for almost wo years. He gave you every opening possible, and you couldn't 
do it. Couldn't admit it to yourself or to him. Kept treating him like shit until he 
began to feel like it...and ran to someone else.

/'I gave him what he wanted.'

/'Do you know what he wants from you, Heero'

/'Who's the real stranger here?'

/'What's happened to you?'

/'I gave him what he wanted....'?

Heero closed his eyes and covered his ears, trying to shut the voices out. But unfortunately, 
they came from inside.

**********

Duo had walked around the west side of the palace, heading toward a large pond he had seen 
yesterday. The moon was faintly visible through a thick veil of clouds. He could still hear 
guards patrolling the grounds, a chilling reminder that, in spite of Zechs' delicious way 
of inducing amnesia, something horrible had happened here last evening. Duo shook his head, 
determined to hold on to his good mood. He was in sight of the pond when he noticed the old 
boathouse on its southern edge. The idea of an impromptu boat ride sounded very appealing, and 
he almost ran the rest of the way to the small building.

Inside, he fumbled around for a light switch, finally finding one to the left of the door. 
It lit a tiny wall sconce to his right, casting the dimmest of glows around the neatly 
stacked oars and small boats bobbing in the water. He found a boat that suited him and 
was going to find oars when someone called his name.

"Duo? Is that you?" The voice was familiar and yet strange, too, tinged with a rough-edged
sadness.

Duo spun around, nearly losing his balance on the narrow dock.

"Heero? Wha...what are you doing out here?"

"He's not the one for you, Duo. He's not."

Duo closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

"Heero, please - not again. Let's talk in the morning?"

Heero moved closer.

"Please, Duo, I need you right now." Heero's voice was the same flat monotone it always 
was. He came up to Duo and ran a rough hand over the American's cheek. "Duo."

Before Duo knew what was happening, Heero's lips were on his, his hands gripping Duo's 
arms so tight it hurt. Duo struggled to get away, but Heero was too strong for him, had 
always been too strong for him. Duo felt himself pushed to ground, Heero's mouth still clamped 
over his, Heero's hands on every part of his body. Heero broke off the kiss to gasp as his 
hips met with Duo's.

"Nnnnnnn...Duo...ah, gods.... "

The slender, dark-haired boy crushed his mouth against Duo's again. Duo was fighting to get 
his arms free, his own breathing ragged.

"Heero, please don't do this. Please..."

Heero seemed to hear nothing, grinding his hips against Duo's, pinning Duo's arms over his 
head with one hand, the other hand fumbling with his fly. Duo felt his jeans being pushed 
down.

"Heero! No, please...please stop...ah, God!"

He felt a sharp pain as Heero pushed his legs back and thrust up inside of him.

"Mine, Duo...you're mine...mine...aaaahhh..."

Duo was crying. Suddenly Heero seemed to notice it and covered Duo's mouth, more gently this 
time, and kissed him, his tongue running lightly along Duo's.

"Shhhh...quiet now," he whispered to the boy below him. His thrusts remained firm but more 
gentle now, working Duo's sweet, familiar body. His hand moved from holding Duo's legs apart 
to the shaft between them. It wasn't yet firm, but Heero stroked it's length and moaned 
softly into Duo's ear.

"No, no, no, noooooo..." Duo cried as he felt himself stiffen under Heero's knowledgeable 
touch.

/Ah, God, not this...don't...please...nnnnnn...stop...stop.../

Heero raised himself up on his arms, his face blissful, and shuddered his release into 
Duo. The feeling of that hard member driven deep inside of him, the beloved face above 
him, the restraints that had somehow stopped being coercive and had become seductive...
Duo's body, already primed by his time with Zechs, gave up on trying to hold back.

"Aaaaahhhh! God...Heero, no...no...nnnnnnnn..."

The Japanese boy collapsed on him, panting against Duo's neck, his voice no more than 
a whisper.

"Nnnnnnn...oh, Duo...mine...mine...mine..."

Duo lay beneath him, sticky with his own seed, trying as hard as he could to stop crying.

 

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song to you...

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