10-Sep-2000
Title: Demons
Authors: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction and if she chooses, Darkflame
Category: yaoi, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 6x5, various
Warnings: Lemon in some scenes. Angst. AU - we do not guarantee that our interpretations of characters or events will agree with yours, so a general OOC warning. Some events and implications may be offensive to the religious. Umm... language warning...
Spoilers: Series, EW
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Notes: This is part of the Frozen Colony Arc, and takes place following The Hunt. If you are not familiar with the timeline and are curious, you can find the stories on GW Addiction and on DF's site. On GWA on the Bonne&Von page, there are numbers denoting which stories are FC Arc and should be read in what order.
Duo's demons appeared first in Down Time in Hell, and reappeared in Dancin With My Mirror. This is a fic to explore their existence and origins. Liberties are taken with Duo's history and original characters from ESO appear.
Zechs placed the free standing weights back on the rack. He pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped his brow. The workout had been good for his body and his nerves. His mind, however, returned to that question Duo Maxwell had asked before leaving for Rome. As he walked to the shower, divesting himself of clothes, he wondered how or what Wufei would think of his attraction to Duo. "You're so.... promiscuous!" Noin had railed at him on the way back to Earth. Zechs shook his head at the memory. "Cursed?" he said, aloud as he headed to the shower.
After showering and dressing, Zechs grabbed a drink and his sketch pad. Sitting down, he began drawing to help calm his min. Idly, he wondered how Heero and Duo were fairing in Rome and if and when they would return.
Wufei came in, shedding his jacket. "Noin and Sally say hi," he said, going into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later, drying his hands.
Zechs looked up and smiled as he saw Wufei disappear into the bathroom. Suddenly, he felt tons better and more relaxed. "How are they?" Zechs asked, looking up again as Wufei returned. He nodded and then looked back at the pad, correcting a line on his sketch.
"Fine. They want to have us over for dinner but I said I wanted to see what Heero and Duo were going to do first. Then of course they said we should bring them over for dinner. I said maybe not this trip." Wufei shrugged. "What do you think?"
"I think..." Zechs said, looking up and then back down, "... that you have been wise once again. You judgment is sound. I think Duo and Heero are going to still have a lot on their minds and a dinner party might not be a good thing at this time."
Wufei walked over to look at what Zechs was drawing.
Zechs glanced up and saw Wufei looking down. He resisted the urge to hide the sketch because it wasn't a finished piece. Instead, he turned the pad so that Wufei could see that he was drawing a picture of him in repose on one elbow. "It's not finished... just doodling, really. It's you," Zechs said.
Wufei had several thoughts. One was, 'I didn't know he could draw..' Another was, 'I would never lean on one elbow like that.' Still another was, 'Can't he find something more attractive to spend his energy on?'
"Mm," Wufei said. "You are quite talented. I didn't realize."
"Hn," Zechs remarked. "Not Rembrandt, I just picked it up while sketching designs for mobile suits. It's clears the mind.... You hate it," he said, watching Wufei's face.
Wufei blinked at the last remark. "No!" he said quickly. "I don't hate it. I just... Zechs... draw someone else!" he finished. Mr. Tactful. "Draw that lazy persian cat that mooches off of you. Draw Heero, or Duo!"
"Hn," Zechs said again. "Why not you? This didn't start off as a deliberate effort. I just let my mind and hands work it out. Now, however, I'm curious. Why Heero or Duo and not you?" he asked.
Wufei felt his cheeks getting warm. "It's a waste of time, that's why," he said. He went over to the closet and began changing from street to workout clothes.
Zechs put the pad down and walked over to where Wufei was dressing. "Waste of time?" he repeated. "I don't think so. Why do you?"
"Do whatever you want," Wufei said, slipping on his traditional cloth shoes. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. It's fine."
Zechs smiled. He reached out and tilted Wufei's chin up to him. "I know you're not telling me what to do," he said. "You don't see it, do you?" he added moving closer.
"See what?!" Wufei said, trying to keep his temper in check.
"See yourself... like I see you," Zechs replied, brushing his thumb along Wufei's bottom lip. He then stepped closer. "You know, Duo had me going this morning... as usual. In my own blond fashion, I revealed that I found him attractive. He asked me if you'd be jealous? It's been plaguing me all day. Now, however, I'm not sure it matters. You are a beautiful man, Wufei Chang."
Wufei heard Zechs' words and a number of things went through his mind suddenly. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. "Sounds like Duo," he said with a sigh. "No I'm not jealous. Zechs..." he shook his head. "Zechs... just... just relax, will you?"
Down, back, sit, blondie, Zechs thought. Stop crowding the guy and give space. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Sure thing," he said, looking down at Wufei. He took a step back. It was then he realized that he hadn't been tense.
Wufei took a deep breath and let it out. "Good," he said. His cheeks were a little warm. "I'm going to go work out. Oh... while I was at the Preventers office, Sally and I did a little hacking into the Church network. Maxwell got his hearing, if we can judge by an order they published today, indicating that a priest is being sent out to L2."
"That's good news. So, they should be back soon," Zechs said, moving to the bed and gathering his pad and pencils.
Wufei watched the blond man for a few minutes. "Good bet," he said. He pondered telling Zechs that he was concerned about Duo, that Heero had given him indication he might need to be. But it didn't feel right. Zechs would have to deal with Duo on his own terms. And, remembering that Zechs Merquise, a.k.a. Milliardo Peacecraft had more than a few demons of his own, vice versa.
"Hn," he said, and headed downstairs to the well-appointed gym on the first floor.
Ok, sensors would indicate that something is up, Zechs thought, catching a glimpse of Wufei leaving the room. "Something is upset...." he began, then raised the sketch pad and bonked himself on the forehead with it. "Blonde!" his hissed at himself. He's upset and concerned about Duo... Duh! he thought, shaking his platinum blond head. "Get a grip whoever you are today," he said to himself. Then he made his way downstairs and placed the pad where he found it. He then went to the kitchen and occupied himself with trying to come up with something edible when and if Heero and Duo came back. It was either that or breaking down a couple of guns to clean them.
This time, not only was there no warning from the security system, the two incoming Gundam pilots didn't even bother to knock.
Duo swept in, finding Zechs in the kitchen. He dropped a large bouquet of white carnations on the table, as well as a paper bag, bounced over a planted a kiss on Zechs' cheek.
"We're home, honey!" he crowed. "Didja miss us?"
Zechs blinked several times and then shook his head. "Flowers," he said, looking up at Duo. "You remembered the flowers!" Leaning forward, he slid his hand around the back of Duo's neck and planted a nice, deep and wet kiss on the braided pilot. After a few moments, he let Duo go then looked around him and waved to Heero. "Welcome back, Heero," he said.
The Perfect Soldier frowned and then glared in Zechs' direction. Then, he raised his hand in a thumbs-up gesture. "Good one," he said. "But don't get used to it."
Walking over to the table, Heero slid his arm around Duo's waist pulling him back and out of Zechs' range.
"I guess I'm going to have to tie you down next, ne?" he growled in Duo's ear.
Duo, who had tilted his head, looking after the tall blond aristocrat, turned and grinned at his lover. "It's an idea," he said, unabashed. "I feel I should warn you, though, Duo Maxwell don't stay tied unless he wants to."
Prussian blue eyes looked into Duo's violet ones. "Oh, I think I can convince you to want to.." he said, softly.
Duo stared back and Heero could see him melting. "Yeah..." he said dreamily, "You probably could." He kissed Heero tenderly. Then he grinned. "Come on! I want to get out of these clothes! I want a bath... Hey Zechs, I got time for a bath before dinner?"
Zechs looked at the pair and nodded. "Yes... I'll cook slow," he said.
"And lots!" Heero added, with a small grin.
"Of course," Zechs said. "Wufei is working out in the gym. I'll tell him you made it back."
"Don't bother, I'll tell him," Duo said, and bounced out the door, "Hey WUFEI!! WE'RE BACK!!! Come on, Heero!"
He ducked back in for a second, "That bag on the table is wine. Something Italian. Come *on* Heero!" Duo said, grabbing the Japanese boy's wrist and tugging him upstairs.
"Later," Heero said, moving after Duo out of the door.
Zechs opened the bag and took out the bottle of red wine. "Nice," he said, with a sigh.
Heero allowed himself to be towed upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, he kicked the door shut and grabbed Duo, swinging the braided pilot around to press him up against the wall. He kissed Duo roughly, possessively, somehow feeling a bit of relief that they had both made it out of the ordeal in one piece.
Duo surrendered to the kiss, returning it with equal heat. Opening his eyes to look into the deep blue ones so close to his, Duo's expression was suddenly serious, unguarded, as if he'd dropped the jester's mask for a moment to show a great deal more working underneath.
"It's not over yet, Heero," he said softly.
Heero nodded as his brain captured and held the picture of Duo. "I know," Heero said. "Phase one... next phase to come."
"What is the next phase, Hee-chan?" Duo asked, his eyes keeping that open, serious gaze.
Heero looked back openly. "Next phase... we listen to the recording. Before that, we take a little break and do some serious fucking," he said, leaning forward and kissing Duo's lips softly. "I am very proud of you, Duo. You were great."
Duo sighed. "I was okay," he said. "I'm surprised they listened. That Monsignor Simon... I get that he doesn't like El-Elvay too much, he said, stuttering slightly on the name. "Did you get that too?"
"Yes," Heero answered. "That makes two of us."
"He was the one who submitted that report on Father Maxwell," Duo said, his brows drawing together dangerously. "Bastard. Why? What could be gained by telling those lies? If it weren't for the damn peace, that everyone including you and me worked so hard far... I'd just.. just go back and take that guy out," he said, closing his eyes for a moment. "Shinigami..."
Heero watched Duo's face, heard his words and felt his temperature rise. "Duo," he said. "I'm in information gathering mode. If I find out that he hurt you... well, I've never operated inside of the law in my life. To put it simply, he's history."
Duo kissed Heero tenderly. Then his violet eyes seemed to smolder. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my own vengeance, love. Don't worry about it."
Heero sighed a little. "I know you are quite capable and I'm not worried," he said evenly. "Now, enough of that man. You have on too many clothes."
Duo grinned. "So why'ncha do something about it, then?"
"Hn," Heero remarked as his hands moved to Duo's waist. He unfastened the stylish pants and in seconds had them pooled around Duo's ankles. "You looked handsome. The pants were... functional.."
Shaking his head, Duo chuckled. "I look weird, Hee-chan. Don't worry, I'm used to it." He pulled at the white tie and shrugged out of the jacket, while stepping out of his shoes one at a time. He dropped the black silk shirt on the floor and ducked under Heero's arm, making it to the bathroom and then turning to look back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin.
Heero looked back, stepping out of his shoes as well. Moving towards the bathroom, he unfastened the white shirt and discarded it over a chair. Waiting until he got closer to Duo, he then unfastened the pants and divested himself of them quickly. He leaned up and kissed Duo on the neck. "You... hurt me," he said, quietly in Duo's ear.
"Tell me where, and I'll kiss it and make it better," Duo said wickedly. He went to the very large, sunken bathtub and began running warm water into it.
Heero chuckled as he watched Duo prepare the bath. By the time he moved closer to the braided pilot, Heero was completely naked. He took Duo's hand and placed it on his chest over his heart. "Here," he said, and then placed the hand on his own rapidly growing manhood. "But most especially, here," he said.
Duo grinned. He bent and kissed Heero's chest, letting his tongue roam over the skin. He started off on target but his lips moved slowly, until they had fastened around the nearby nipple, swirling his tongue around it, then sucking it.
Heero's eyes closed and his hand clasped around the back of Duo's neck. He moaned and shivered as he felt Duo's mouth on his chest. "Mmmmm," he growled.
Duo nibbled the tender bud of flesh then moved back, reaching down to turn off the water before the tub was too full. Then he turned back to Heero and slid down, kissing his stomach, then trailing hot kisses down his body until he was kneeling in front of the Japanese boy. He reached up possessively, sliding his fingers around Heero's erection and leaned forward, licking it like a large stick of candy. He traced the veins with his tongue, swirled around the ridge at the top, and teased the tiny slit with the tip of his tongue. Then he nibbled along the underside of the stiff shaft, swiping his tongue over the hanging globes beneath it.
Heero gasped, feeling Duo's tongue taste and lick him. He was only dimly aware of anything else in the world aside from his lover as he braced his feet on the tiled floor. Heero's breathing was deep and erratic as his hips began slowly rocking forward. He reached down, sliding his fingers into Duo's thick hair and around his head. "Duo," Heero moaned, vaguely thinking that this was not relieving any hurt that he might have been suffering.
Feeling Heero's fingers move into his hair, Duo sighed softly. Then he pressed his lips to the end of the lovely hard flesh in his hand and began slowly swallowing it, licking and sucking each inch as it gradually disappeared into his mouth. He had such a hunger for this boy, and it only seemed to increase as time went on. The strange pressures that moved through him all day seemed to all seek outlet in an ever-increasing lust and passion. He opened his throat with the skill of long practice and continued to swallow Heero's cock, big as it was, until he could press his lips to the soft nest of hair at its base. He stayed there for a second, his mouth and throat filled, then began slowly pulling back, sucking and swirling his tongue around the hard length as he went.
Heero gave up any pretense at being able to control the situation. His intention had been to build a little heat between the two of them and move to the tub in the next step. Plans, he found, go awry. Instead, he found himself suddenly lost, engulfed and captivated by Duo. Opening his eyes, he looked down the length of his body to see Duo's chestnut brown hair and beautiful face at his lower belly. He shivered at the sensations the braided pilot was causing his body. "Koi," he breathed. "You are now killing me," he confessed.
Duo tried to stop the laugh and the results were muffled as he gave Heero's cock a last lick. He let the hot shaft escape but held onto it possessively with his hand. Looking up, he smiled. "You look... pretty alive to me," he said. He stood up gracefully and kissed Heero's mouth lingeringly. His own cock was hard and throbbing. He looked into his lover's eyes and then stepped into the large, sunken tub, leaning back against the far side and beckoning for Heero to join him.
Aching and dazed, Heero followed, nearly slipping and falling into the tub. The warm water was both soothing and exciting to his hypersensitive skin. He moved to Duo and slid his arms around Duo's waist. Leaning forward, he captured Duo's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply and thoroughly. "I... want.. you," he managed, not allowing much space between their two bodies.
Duo slid his arms around Heero's shoulders. He rubbed his swollen cock against Heero's belly, then spread his legs apart and moved them around Heero's waist, pulling him even closer. "Good!" Duo answered, kissing Heero's neck hungrily. "Take me," he whispered in the Japanese boy's ear.
Reaching down in the water, Heero positioned himself against Duo's entrance. His hips moved forward quickly, impaling Duo around him. "Hai!" he hissed through clenched teeth as he began rocking in and out of Duo's body.
A feline smile of pleasure curved Duo's mouth as he felt his lover invade his aching body. He kept his legs around Heero's waist, and hung on, letting his lover take control of them both. It felt so good each time he felt Heero's shaft impact his sensitive internal spot. The water in the tub moved in rapid waves with their bodies, like a storm at sea. "Ohh," Duo gasped. "Yes! Heero..."
Duo's words only fanned the fire that was slowly consuming Heero. His hips rocked faster as the water in the tub began to churn. Moving his head around, he kissed Duo again fiercely as he drove his throbbing cock into Duo over and over again.
Holding him hard enough to cause bruises, Heero pumped into Duo, feeling his body crest and then fall over the edge into a strong release. He cried out, feeling the seed from his body fill the tight, warm space in Duo's body.
Duo felt his lover tense and the sensations of pleasure, along with the little pain from Heero's tight grip, and the delicious, wet friction on his own cock as their bodies rubbed together, combined to overwhelm him in a flood of ecstasy. He cried out wordlessly, his muscles spasming around Heero, milking the last of the fluid from him even as he surrendered his own between their bodies. Duo gasped as all his muscles seemed to become a part of the water lapping around them.
Heero breathed deeply, holding on to Duo tightly. "I.. still have your soul," he managed, kissing Duo's neck.
A laugh bubbled up inside Duo and he clasped his arms around Heero's neck, splashing in the warm water. "You sure do," he breathed. "Whuff..." He nibbled Heero's ear playfully, feeling happy and relaxed. Then a thought occurred to him. "Um... Heero? Is that bug of yours... waterproof?" he asked, realizing that his braid was trailing down into the bath.
"No," Heero answered. "But it's in my pocket in the bedroom. I removed it on the shuttle," he explained, kissing Duo briefly.
"You're good!" Duo exclaimed. Then he grinned. "I'm going to have to start paying better attention when you start playing with my braid."
Heero smiled and then laughed. "Hai," he said, feeling good himself. "But it might be fun not to, though."
Duo shook his head. "Oh no, koi... I want to be fully aware of everything... you do to me..." he said, dropping his voice to a sexy growl. He kissed Heero, then groped on the edge of the tub for the soap. "How long you think we got?" he asked. "Suddenly, I am very hungry!"
"Zechs is smart. He'll make some time for us," Heero said. "But you're right, I'm getting hungry too. Let's finish up the bath and surprise him, ne?"
Duo grinned. He liked surprising Zechs. The man was just so surprise-able!
Once out of the tub, Heero pulled Duo to the bed and curled up next to him with the recording equipment. "This will give Zechs a little more time for the food and us a little peace of mind," he explained as he turned the playback on and then settled Duo back against him on the bed.
Duo, dressed comfortably to go downstairs in worn jeans and a black t-shirt, sat up, his expression serious. In fact, he kind of tensed, but nodded, wanting to get this over with. He unfastened his half-wet braid and unraveled it, shaking the hair out to dry. "Heero..." he began, then changed his mind. "Okay, do it."
Heero nodded once, then triggered the recording. He forwarded to the point where Duo and Elvay had left the room, then let it play.
*The confession booth is here,* Elvay's voice could be heard, then the sounds of entering the booth and closing the door.
There was a little silence, then Duo said, *Father, it has been eight years and nine months since my last confession...*
They heard the whole of Duo's confession, and Duo himself watched his own clasped hands very intently. He had no qualms about Heero listening to this - there were no privacy issues there. It was just hard to hear it, to relive it for the second time that day.
Then they heard Elvay's voice, which somehow sounded different - almost... emotional. Duo frowned, hearing the man call him 'my warrior' for the second time. He heard the man grant forgiveness, then tell him to place his hand on the partition. The man's next words were even odder.
*Your time is at hand*... what the hell did he mean by that? *A true absolution awaits*...
Then they both heard Duo, his voice subtly changed in pitch and tenor. *You fool... Do you have any idea what is inside me? I am Shinigami...*
Then the sound of the blow that shattered the latticework.
Heero's attention was focused on the recording. This was his first time hearing what he couldn't before. His brows drew together sharply as he heard Elvay speak words that were not exactly in line with what he had researched on confessions. A small part of him chuckled at the sound of 'Shinigami '. At the very least, he thought, it'll teach him not to go messin' around in people's psyche's.
He looked up at Duo as the sound of the blow to the latticework was heard. "What's that?" he asked, quietly.
Duo's eyes were hooded. "There's a lattice partition between the two compartments in the booth. That's... the lattice going bye-bye. I, uh... grabbed him by the throat."
"That's reassuring," Heero said.
They heard Duo's low chuckle on the recording, and then the words, *We're watching you.*
The next sound was Duo's normal voice, saying, *Sir?*
The rest was the conversation Duo remembered, Elvay asking about his 'loss of control' and asking 'who's inside you' and Duo's replies, including his refusal to take the priest's hand and his decision that the session was over. They heard the sounds of Duo emerging from the booth, then a slight scuffle as Elvay pushed him against the wall.
*Don't you remember the game, Duo?*
Duo could almost feel his body reacting as it had done the first time, and he clenched his fists to get tension back into his muscles. "I don't... this is where..."
Suddenly in Duo's mind, he felt the presence of the demons, who had been quiet since he'd awakened in the Monsignor's office.
'Are you certain you are ready for this, darkchild?' Astaroth asked him. He felt them all watching him closely.
"Ready for what?" Duo whispered aloud. Then, "Yes... yes! I am, dammit!"
Heero glanced up at Duo. Instinctively, he grasped Duo's hand and focused on the recording again.
*The game of dark secrets,* the Monsignor whispered. *You remember. We fixed things that weren't right. You were afraid of the pictures in my special books. You were so very curious. Are you curious still, Duo? Take my hand,* he coaxed.
Then a voice, clearly Duo's but just as clearly different in pitch and intonation, said, *What do you want of him, Magister?*
*I want to know what he saw out there in space,* the Monsignor said.
There was a sound, barely a whisper of skin brushing skin.
*He saw the demon from far away,* something answered with Duo's voice. *The extra-solar organism. He fought it, with his brothers. They killed it!* Then a low chuckle.
*Did he... feel it?* Elvay's voice said. *Did he sense its presence?*
*We protected him from that,* came the answer. *But... we felt it. What do you want, Magister? His lover is about to break that door...*
There was brief silence, then Elvay's voice continued. *Proof. I seek proof, an artifact, remnant anything tangible of the being's existence. I want him to bring me such an artifact. It would be.. useful and just what I need.*
*Very well... but this is your last command, Magister,* Duo's voice said coldly.
*Yes, whatever,* Elvay's voice said, non-committally. *Pity there's not enough time for you to swallow my cock, like in the olden days, my pet. But, we all have to make small sacrifices, I suppose. Glory can be a bitch sometimes.*
There was another brief pause and the sound of movement. *Come, we must take you to your lover. Perhaps we might rekindle our affair at a later day with your beautiful lover joining us.*
Duo suddenly bounced up off the bed and grabbed his bag, pulling a gun out of it and sticking it in the back of his pants after checking the clip. He stuck his feet into boots and was halfway out the door in moments.
Heero moved after Duo, catching him at the door.
"Duo, stop!" he said, putting his arms around Duo's body. "This is too hot. Gotta cool it down. Don't go away from me."
Duo eyes were blazing and yet deadly cold at the same time. He jerked in Heero's arms and only the superior strength of the Perfect Soldier held him, and just barely. For a few seconds he looked as if he didn't recognize Heero. Then he closed his eyes and became very still.
'So that's what I was supposed to be ready for?' he mentally screamed at the demon horde. They surrounded him, looking back with blazing eyes.
'It's not over,' Astaroth said calmly.
'It will be when I kill him,' Duo answered silently. His couldn't see the presence of the death god, Shinigami, but he felt that one beyond the horde, silent and invisible. Yet even the death god seemed to be holding back.
'In time, darkchild,' the less polished Eligor answered, giving him a gargoyle grimace. 'If you went there now, do you know what would happen? You muscles would freeze. He would laugh at you. The circle protects him. But not for much longer. You must complete the task. That is the way is has always been. But when you have done the task, he will make a mistake... and then you... and we... will be free.'
Duo swallowed hard, his body tense, almost quivering as he held the silent internal conversation.
After a moment he opened his eyes. His body stopped straining. He relaxed.
"It's okay, Heero," he said in a normal voice. "Sorry I scared you. "I'm all right." He pulled the gun from the back of his jeans and tossed it back in the bag.
Heero relaxed a fraction but he did not let Duo go. "None of this all right. But, I can see you've found some resolve," he said, suddenly feeling the implications of the recording crashing like a wave over him. As far as Heero was concerned, Elvay was dead meat walking. Guiding Duo back a little, he closed he door again, and looked into Duo's eyes. His own eyes held deep sorrow and cold fury in their depths. For a moment, he could say nothing. Then he pulled Duo against him, hugging the braided pilot hard. "Alfa's gonna be pissed," he said softly.
Duo looked at Heero. "Alfa? Fuck, man, *I'm* pissed! And I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm a fucking force to be reckoned with, dammit!"
"Hn," Heero remarked, moving back, slightly to give Duo space. Whatever Duo did in the next twenty-four hours, at least, Heero would understand. "What do you wanna do now? Besides take the guy's head off and stick on a pole?" he asked.
Duo looked at Heero and for a brief minute, he touched Heero's cheek gently. "I'm sorry, Heero... sorry you have to be mixed up in this." Then his face became still, his wide, violet eyes cool. "What am I gonna do? I'm gonna do exactly what he wants, Heero. I'm gonna get him his damn artifact and bring it back nice and obediently." Then he leaned forward and kissed Heero with sudden heat.
He broke the kiss and then said, "Come on, I can smell food from downstairs. I wanna eat."
Heero reached up and placed his hand in the center of Duo's chest. "One thing," he said, looking into the violet eyes that had melted his cold heart. "Stop apologizing for getting me mixed up in your life. I want to be here, Maxwell. Now, forever, always. Understand?" he said, clearly.
Duo covered the hand with his own. "Got it," he said. He wrapped his arms around Heero and hugged him tightly. "Now listen to what you are bonding yourself to: I am going to go downstairs and eat way more than my share of the food, then I am going to fuck you until you can't stand... and I might have a go at Zechs and Wufei too while I'm at it. Still want me? Ah! Fake out - you already said you did, so no backing out now. And one last thing," he said, leaning his forehead against Heero's. "What you just heard on that damn recording... that stays between you and me. No one, I mean no one else. Not Wufei, not Alfa... *no* *one*."
Heero found himself actually shivering at the tone in Duo's voice. He heard Duo spell things out and what he wanted. "Hai," he said, in agreement. "Mission Accepted."
Duo grinned and then kissed Heero so hard he bruised his lips a little. Then he hugged him tightly again and whispered, "You're mine."
Then he released Heero and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the hall and the stairs.
End of Part 9 - TBC
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