Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I hate having to keep writing that. ::sighs::
--Kitsune-chan
Note: << and >> = video taped scene
Conflicting Obsessions: Part Nine
Heero Yuy sat before his laptop, attempting to type up the mission
report. He quickly discovered that he could not type without a reason to stay focused. The
best reason would be to have to ignore a certain roommate in an advanced stage of undress
dancing around the room to raucous music. Unfortunately, the monitor of his computer was
reflective, so instead of focusing on the words, he would focus on the reflection of the
long haired pilot's gyrating hips, covered only in a *very small* towel.
Heero shook his head to dislodge those thoughts from his mind. 'Think
about the mission report!' He finished it quickly, giving himself time to think while the
other pilots were away. 'Duo...' He closed the laptop and curled up on Duo's bed, hugging
himself. 'I... I... oh, Duo. Ai shiteru, Duo. It's everything about you. Your flowing
autumn hair, your lilac eyes, your soft skin, your long, straight, up-tilted nose, your
lips... That day, two months ago, when I woke up to see you lying in bed with me, my heart
filled so much it hurt. I wanted to wake up to that sight every morning. And how you are
so cheerful, and smart, and you say the funniest things, but I never dare to laugh. I
can't take it anymore...' The Japanese boy pulled the pillow into his arms and curled
around it.
Oo-~~~-oO
Chang Wufei sat in meditation. Actually, he was watching Scooby Doo and
eating a bag of Doritos, but he would tell the other pilots he had been meditating. Duo
would never let him live it down if he knew that Wufei had dug up his old recordings of
the show. 'It's a historical document! Someone's great-great-great-grandfather recorded
these! I'm studying a past culture!' he thought, justifying his actions. 'And besides,
they fight for justice! Sort of...'
He heard footsteps approaching from the hall to the bedrooms. He
quickly turned off the VCR and shoved the Doritos under the couch cushion just before
Heero strode into the room. Wufei looked up at Heero; Heero looked down at Wufei. They sat
that way for a few minutes.
"Well?" said Wufei, a little pissed that his show had been
interrupted for this.
"Duo's been gone for too long. I am going to retrieve him from the
Moscow base," Heero stated flatly. Wufei blinked. 'Ah. Spandex boy is going insane
without Duo. If he does this, he will regret bringing him home in, oh, a few hours of his
return.'
"Sure. Okay. Quatre is making dinner, so try not to be late for
it," Wufei muttered and picked up the remote control to the TV.
Oo-~~~-oO
Heero Yuy drove his motorcycle many times faster than he should have.
He was approaching the small airport quickly, where he would take a small plane to Moscow.
Then he would grab Duo and the information quickly, return to the plane, and be back home
by dinner. He hoped Quatre was making chicken curry again.
He made the turn off to the airport. 'I'm coming Duo. You had better be
there for me.'
Oo-~~~-oO
Meanwhile...
Oo-~~~-oO
Duo Maxwell whimpered. Zechs came in regularly and teased Duo's body
until he thought he would scream, but he never took his own pleasure of Duo.
'What does he expect to get out of this? Information? This is *not* the
norm for retrieving information... But it's better and worse than being tortured with
pain... Heero... Please come save me...'
The sound of the door opening and closing attracted his attention.
Zechs Merquise stood in front of Duo's former roommate, Ayaji. The maroon-haired boy
looked everywhere but at him.
"I'll leave you two alone to sort out your problems... but this
room is under surveillance," Zechs's deep voice followed him out of the room.
Ayaji's eyes finally met Duo's. There they locked with a determination
that said it was painful to do so.
"Mitsumo-san..."
"Why?" his voice came out softly, and Duo could clearly hear
the pain in it. He thought a while before responding.
"Do you remember that night? The one when you asked me what I
thought about the Gundam pilots?" A terse nod from the blue-eyed man. "It was
all true. I believe in what I fight for. This is what I was trained for. The colonies
don't realize it, but we're trying to save them from tyranny."
The other man's eyes filled, confusing Duo.
"But why did you lie to us? To me? Shit, Ranma!"
"It's... Duo. And I understand what it's like to have someone you
think you know totally change on you, and-"
"I love you."
"Oh." Duo lost his train of thought. No one had told him they
loved him, not since Sister Helen, Solo, and Father Maxwell. And certainly no one had told
him that they loved him romantically.
"What you did hurt me, and it still hurts. Probably will hurt for
a while. But I forgive you, because you really do believe in what you do."
"Thank you... Aya-kun."
Oo-~~~-oO
Back to Heero...
Oo-~~~-oO
Heero Yuy watched the woman with two hair buns at the nape of her neck
leave the control room. He sneaked in and surveyed the room. The room was empty, as
expected. He checked all the monitors for evidence of Duo. His search came up with
nothing.
He stood up to leave, and as his did, his foot hit the panel in front
of him. It fell open, revealing a video chip. He picked it up, frowning, and inspected it.
He discovered the words "Suite 117, 19:24 - 19:58." He slipped it into the
videodisk slot and pressed play. His eyes widened as the scene unfolded before him.
<<Duo was thrown into the room and chained to a chaise lounge.
The guards left and a tall man with long platinum blond hair strode over to the American.
He gave him wine and they spoke a bit, Duo acting very wary. Then the man leaned in,
speaking very closely to Duo.
"You know, I searched all over for you since that night. I've
wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I was determined to have you. And look...
what... we... have... here...">>
Heero scowled very deeply at this. His stare at the screen nearly set
it on fire as he watched the man touch Duo's hip, and then other places. A low growl rose
as he watched the rape take place.
But in spite of himself, the sounds of protest, and then pleasure, Duo
was making and the expressions on his face got to him. The Japanese boy shifted position
in the seat uncomfortably. His eyes widened even more as Duo reached his climax and cried
out.
"Heero!" The name echoed in the Wing pilot's ears. 'He... did
he just shout *my* name?' Faint beeping reached him, and he realized he had lost track of
time. He shook his head, consulted his map of the base, and located Suite 117. Ignoring
the bulge in his pants, he hid the videodisk and left the room.
Oo-~~~-oO
Heero Yuy checked the hall and then slipped into the door of Suite 117.
He shut the door quietly behind him and gazed upon the sleeping pilot of Deathscythe for
the first time in months. 'He's so beautiful...'
"Duo Maxwell, you baka."
The Perfect Soldier made short work of the manacles binding his love.
He brushed his fingertips along the braided pilot's jawline and the boy stirred. Violet
eyes opened partially, and a moan of protest was emitted.
"No more, Zechs... please..." But the drowsy eyes opened
completely when Heero spoke as lovingly as he could.
"Wake up, baka. We need to get out of here."
Oo-~~~-oO
Duo Maxwell came into full awareness as he heard the voice he had been
longing to hear for months.
"Wake up, baka. We need to get out of here." It was cold, it
was terse, and it was slightly rude, but it was *Heero*! Duo sat up and jumped off the
chaise lounge.
"I'm going home? Yes!" He pumped the air with his fist. But
his elation faded as he realized that Heero was going to find out about what had happened
with Zechs. 'He'll be disgusted... Or, worse, he won't care...'
"Shut up and follow me." Heero opened the door, only to come
face to face with the bitch Duo had come to learn was called Lady Une.
She looked surprised, and then scowled.
"Where are you taking the prisoner?" Heero drew his gun out
of his spandex.
"Taking him home, where he belongs. Get out of our way." He
saw affront on her face, which turned to skepticism, and then she smiled. She stepped
aside and bowed.
"Thank you," she said, mystifying the two boys, but they were
not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. They ran into the hall.
Oo-~~~-oO
Lady Une was ecstatic. 'That damn pilot is gone! Gone gone gone
gone!" She casually strolled out of the suite and down the hall in the opposite
direction of the retreating Gundam pilots. She felt like singing.
Oo-~~~-oO
Duo Maxwell followed the Wing pilot down the hall at a trot. He could
not understand why Une, who had been so obnoxious to him, had let him go. 'Oh well, that's
one hurdle crossed.'
Unfortunately, they were not very lucky. They turned the hall right
into the face of a small contingent of soldiers. Heero pivoted and dragged Duo bodily back
into the direction they had come. An alarm sounded.
"Shit!" Duo cursed as they headed to an emergency exit at a
dead run. They burst outside and made a run for the plane just outside the boundaries of
the base. The braided boy squirreled right up the gate, and reached a hand down for Heero,
who looked at him strangely before taking it.
They reached the plane and Duo flung himself at the handle.
Heero quickly got the plane ready for departure. Duo sat, gnawing on
his braid. The plane lifted off the ground, but the plane was no sooner fifty yards in the
air before a roaring shook the small plane and a vision of fire engulfed the entire view
screen.
Oo-~~~-oO
Heero Yuy's first move was to protect Duo from the blast. The motion to
get out of his seat was almost definitely what had saved his life. The view screen
shattered and a large shard planted itself in the space Heero had just occupied.
Heero grabbed Duo's prone body and hurled himself out the now open view
screen, his body wrapped around the smaller one in his arms. He had survived
self-destructing; he could survive this. His only worry was about the braided boy in his
arms.
Oo-~~~-oO
Duo Maxwell regained consciousness briefly, at the exact moment Heero
leapt out of the rapidly falling plane. '*Fuck!*' his mind screamed. 'I'm gonna die!' He
felt a sharp sting in his cheek, and the familiar drip of blood. As he was falling, he
noted absently that Heero smelled of vanilla, specifically Duo's favorite vanilla shampoo.
Duo smiled dizzily as he felt Heero's arms tighten around him. 'This is a nice way to
die...' He passed out.
Oo-~~~-oO
Heero Yuy's legs collapsed beneath him. After his landing from the
plane, he estimated his injuries to be a mere sprained ankle, pulled shoulder muscle, and
a few broken bones in his foot. They were nothing that could stop him from running six
miles while holding an unconscious Duo.
He had known that once the base blew up, OZ would come to investigate.
He reasoned that six miles in the forest would be a sufficient distance to keep them safe,
at least until Wufei came to get them.
He took out his cell phone and dialed the number of their safehouse.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Wufei. I have Duo. We are about six miles due south of what
remains of the Moscow base. I did not set these explosives." Heero could almost hear
Wufei's eyes widen.
"Yes. I'll be there in no more than three hours. Is Duo
okay?"
"I believe he has a concussion, but his breathing is steady and so
is his heart beat."
"I'll be there."
Heero sat against a tree with Duo's head in his lap. He stroked Duo's
hair as he thought. 'Who could have set those explosives? Who were they meant to kill?' He
remembered the blonde man and his eyes narrowed. 'He must have died in the blast. He
should be grateful he died in such a quick way. If I were to get my hands on him...'
Oo-~~~-oO
Lady Une stood in the center of the control room of a base in St.
Petersburg, Russia. A helicopter high above the base filmed the entire explosion. She
watched as the Moscow base blew up, a section at a time. She smiled and enjoyed the rich
colors of the fire and the swirls of smoke rising.
Her eyes narrowed as she watched a plane rising, but fell, damaged by
the nearest explosion.
"Zoom in on the plane."
The cameraman obliged, and she watched as the boy in the green and
black spring out of the small plane, clutching the other boy in his arms. He landed, and
upon rising, sprinted off into the woods.
She clutched the edges of her sleeves and tried to keep from cursing.
She had laid waste to an entire base to kill the pilots, and they escaped! She would have
to go to further extremes to rid the earth of that damned pretty boy...
Oo-~~~-oO
Duo Maxwell once more wavered into consciousness, just in time to feel
a long, lightly muscled body wrap itself around him. He felt too terrible to even move.
"Duo," Heero spoke after a moment. "I know you can't
hear me, but perhaps that is better. I-I need to get some things out into the air."
He took a deep breath. "I saw what happened in that base, in that room. I wanted to
kill that man, no, more so, I wanted to maim him horribly." Duo's eyes widened. 'He
knows? Oh Jesus...'
"But most of all, I wanted to protect you and to hold you. Because
I lo-love you, Duo. So much! I understand that you might have lost friends in that
explosion; I know how you manage to befriend most people even on your undercover
missions... I'm sorry..."
Duo lay there silently as Heero hid his face in Duo's long, unraveled
braid, his breath ragged. 'Explosion... explosion... Oh god! Ayaji! Vingt-sept! Zechs...'
Tears leaked and spilled across the bridge of his nose and fell to the cold ground beneath
him.
Oo-~~~-oO
Zechs Merquise sat in a cozy seat of his personal jet. He had watched
the Moscow base become naught but shrapnel, but he could not manage to summon any regret.
He was grateful, however, that Lady Une had suggested a visit to Treize. That very
suggestion had saved his life. His computer was currently playing the images of Pilot 01,
whose name Zechs knew to be Heero Yuy, retrieving the boy who called himself Ranma.
<<"Duo Maxwell, you baka." The shorthaired boy quickly
unchained Ranma. His fingertips trailed along the sleeping boy's face and a certain light
shone in his eyes.>>
"Duo Maxwell, beloved of the great Heero Yuy?" Zechs tasted
both names, savoring them. "Duo Maxwell..." Both boys were extremely attractive,
and Zechs figured he could easily develop a strong desire for Heero Yuy that mirrored the
one he held for Duo Maxwell.
The videodisk switched to a different scene.
<<The two teenagers burst out of the building, quickly scale the
fence, and hop into a waiting airplane. The plane lifts off, but its ascent is abruptly
cut as the explosion destroys both motors. The windshield shatters and a moment later, two
bodies wound closely together fly out. One tucks the other into his arms and hits the
ground rolling. They lie on the ground for a moment, still, before the first one stands,
cradling the other, looks back at the plane, and takes off into the woods north of the
base.>>
If Zechs knew Heero at all, he knew that Heero would enter the woods
going north, but would change direction almost immediately to avoid being followed.
Searching for them through all the coniferous trees would be futile.
"Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy, we shall certainly meet again..."
Oo-OWARI-oO
Author's notes: That's the end! Except for an epilogue or so... Think it took long enough?
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--Kitsune-chan