Twisted Fates Part Thirteen By SilverLady "This is my home," Duo repeated. For some reason the comment only made Heero angrier. "And how many dicks did you suck to earn it?" he snapped. Duo flinched at the question. "I didn't." "What, you just decided it was easier and faster to just spread your legs for them? Especially after I was good enough to break you in." Duo tightened his grip on the tray. I will not throw this at him. I will not throw this at him. "Don't start. This is my home, regardless of how you think I got it, and you are here because of my hospitality. Don't make me regret it. I brought you some warm muffins because I thought you might be hungry." Duo carefully set the tray on the bedside table. Heero reached out and snagged Duo's wrist. "You walked out on me." Duo jerked his arm away. "I told you why. You wouldn't listen." "Why was it such a big deal? Because it wasn't you?" Duo closed his eyes. He really did not feel like getting into this right now.  "You still don't get it, do you? It was your way, all the way. Without any regard as to how I might feel about it." "My getting married had nothing to do with you." Duo looked at him, a hurt expression on his face. "I know. That's how you saw it, but you were wrong. It had everything to do with me. Your getting married was going to change my whole life, courtesy of you and your plans. Hell, you wanted me to move into some little house in the country. Your dirty little secret that no one would know about." "That's not why I...." "Isn't it? It sure sounded that way to me. Hide him out in the country like all the other nobles do with their mistresses. Sure, everyone would know why you had to leave on those trips, but who would imagine good Prince Heero was going off to fuck his male lover. You sure didn't want daddy dearest to know that little tidbit, especially after the way he acted about Quatre and his choices. And I was supposed to sit around and twiddle my thumbs, waiting for you to decided you wanted a good screw and show up. And for payment I get a pretty little house in the country that wasn't even mine." Heero glared angrily. "I see you got your house anyway." "Damn straight, I did. My way. I paid for this house and the land. And I didn't do it laying on my back or on my knees. It a good house and a good..." Just then there was a knock at the door. The door opened a little bit. "Daddy?" Duo stiffened at Ken's voice. "Yes?" "Did you remember to bring up the muffins?" Ken came into the room. Duo turned around. "Yes, I did. I thought you were helping Trowa." "I'm done now." Ken looked at the man in the bed. "Hello." Duo sighed. "Ken this is Heero, Quatre's stepbrother. Heero, this is my son Ken." "Hello. Daddy said you hurt your leg and had to stay in bed." Heero stared silently at the boy. Duo sighed. "I'm afraid Heero still isn't feeling very good. Why don't you go downstairs and get yourself a muffin? And you can tell Trowa and Wufei they can have some too, if they want." "Okay. I hope you feel better soon. Bye." Ken turned and happily skipped from the room. "You bastard," Heero hissed as soon as the door closed. "How dare you." Duo whirled around, anger flaring.  "Don't even say it. You have no idea what happened." "Is that why you wouldn't stay at the apartment?" Duo blinked. Apparently Heero hadn't not gone in the direction Duo had thought he had. "What?" "What, was she pregnant when you left? Did you just use it as a damn excuse? You were ranting and raving about me getting married and all that time you had your own woman. Where is she? Downstairs playing the happy housewife." Duo was stunned. He knew how much Ken looked like Heero and Adrianna had commented on it as well. And yet Heero himself hadn't noticed it. "No wonder you ran so fast, with that little brat on the way." "Don't you dare call my son names," Duo spat, his hackles rising in defense of his son. "You don't have a damn clue what the hell you are talking about. There was no woman, no sneaking around. I loved you, damn it, and only you. I didn't have any rosy visions of the future, but I sure as hell expected you to be honest with me and to me. But you and your damn duty ignored all that. As soon as you dear stepfather said jump you said yes sir. If you had gone and met someone and fallen in love, I would have understood and I would have been happy for you, but you didn't. His high and mighty picked out this woman and you married her, no questions asked. And where might I ask is she, speaking of playing the happy housewife. I notice she sure as hell didn't come along." "She's dead." Heero's voice was flat and cold. "I won't say I'm sorry. I don't lie. But before you go jumping to bunch of damn conclusions you'd best get your facts straight." Duo turned and headed for the door. "I'm sure that as soon as this storm is over you will be anxious to leave. Until then I will stay out of your way and you can stay out of mine. But if  I hear you doing or saying anything bad to my son and I'll make you rue the day you every laid eyes on me again." With that Duo walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Heero sat unmoving; staring at the door long after it had closed. ***** Duo leaned against the wall. After a moment he slowly sank to the floor. In all the dreams he'd have of meeting Heero again, this had not been among them. He couldn't believe the things Heero had accused him of. How did I ever think we could make things work? I was so stupid, I actually was hoping we could make a new start. Duo laid his hand on his abdomen when he felt the light kick. Guess it's just us, huh kid? Sighing in defeat he rested his head against the wall, listening to the silent sound of shattered dreams.