This is Part 9 of this fic. It's a flashback, so this all happened before the beginning of the story. It has a bit of lemon (2), so be careful...
Heero: Hn. 'Bit' my ass.
Duo: Who?
Heero: You. *flashes his ass, revealing Duo's bite marks*
Duo: *blush*
This is my first GW fic series, there is some violence, strong language and it has the yaoi pairings of Heero & Duo (Ack, they're equal partners, so I guess I would say 2x1/1x2, right?) and Quatre and Trowa (once again, I don't want to be yelled at for not saying the correct pair. Let's just say they are equal partners as well). So if you don't like male/male pairings, then don't read this, or pretend that Quatre and Duo are chicks. Okay?
I arrived at the Preventer's building in 5 minutes. I parked my car, rather crookedly I might add, and ran into the building, nearly running into Wufei. "You're late Maxwell!" he yelled as I ran into my office.
"You're late." Leave it to Heero to state the obvious. "No kidding," I sarcastically remarked as I plopped down in my chair. I booted up my computer and started researching any known whereabouts of the gang. "Hey Heero, check this out..." He was behind me in a flash, looking at the information that I had dug up. "I think this place might be a good front for funding a gang," I said. He just nodded. "I'll go tell Wufei about this. Good job, Duo." He left, leaving me with my jaw opened, surprised. I never knew he could compliment someone.
That night, we were scouting a small restaurant called "Eternal Feast." It was an all night buffet. Go figure. Heero and I snuck around the back, and ducked behind a trash can. I pulled out my hand held recorder, and recorded the conversation between two of the mobsters. They were planning for the assassination, when the Mayor would do his campaign speech tomorrow. We had all the information we needed, we just needed to get out of here.
"Ah... ACHOO!"
Shit. Why did I have to sneeze now? Either way, the two men pulled out some guns and walked towards us. Heero grabbed my hand and we ran for it.
"Why are we running?" I asked as we ran through the alleyways, trying to lose the two men. "Because," he said, "we need them alive to testify, and I don't have a gun."
I can't believe he didn't bring a gun. "Are you out of your mind?" I yelled. "Even I remember to bring a gun. Why didn't you?"
"I didn't think we would need it. If it wasn't for your sneezing—"
All he did was let out a gasp as a bullet grazed his arm. I pulled Heero behind me out of instinct and shot back. I hit one of them in the arm, effectively disarming him. The other I accidently shot in the neck. He wouldn't be speaking for a while.
"You okay?" I asked Heero while I tore a bit of my shirt to tie up his wound. He didn't say anything, just staring at the opposite wall.
"You killed one of them," he muttered after I had finished tying up the make-shift bandage. "We were supposed to get a recording and leave them alive. We failed."
"Dammit Heero, I shot them in self-defense. What did you want me to do, let them shoot me?"
"You didn't have to pull me behind you."
"And you didn't have to bring me."
That got him for a moment. He had literally dragged me from the office on this mission. Not that I didn't want to go, but I just wanted to bring a few provisions, such as my gun. He was impatient, and pulled me out before I could get an extra clip.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's go," he said as he left the scene. I looked back at the two thugs, then went after Heero.
Apparently, Heero was okay. Just a small abrasion, no problem for him. He could set his own broken leg; a little cut wasn't going to disable him. I went home after this fiasco, and fell onto my bed. I wanted to sleep and forget about today. Just wanted to forget...
But I couldn't. At around midnight I got up. I just couldn't fall asleep. I slipped a coat on and went outside to take a walk.
It was a nice night, the air was fresh and the night was clear for once, not all foggy like it usually is at this time of year. I went to the bridge and looked over the edge. The dark waters reflected the city lights. I stood there for a few moments, then I started heading back.
That was when my problems started. I heard someone following me. He was trying to make his steps in sync with mine, but I could tell his footfalls apart from my own. I turned around, and he was gone. There was no way someone could disappear that quickly with no trace. I turned back around and there he was.
A man about my height, with leather pants and a black jacket. No shirt, just a bare chest. He must have been cold, because... well, you know. He slithered towards me. I have no other way of describing the way that he moved except for snake-like. I stood my ground as he stared at me. "Look into my eyes," he whispered. I looked at him. For a moment, I felt a pull, like he was trying to pull me into a hole. I blinked, and shook my head. Then I looked back at him. They were just eyes.
"Damn you," he said. I don't know why. What did he expect? Then he flashed his fangs at me. I kid you not, he had real live fangs, and he hissed at me. He leaped at me, his hands extended. He tumbled onto me, and that jarred my necklace out from underneath my shirt.
"AAAAHH!" he screeched as he covered his eyes with his hands. He got off of me and pulled away. My cross was glowing bluish white, and it was hurting me a bit too. The only thing I could think of right now was that the stranger was a vampire, and that I should get the hell out of there. So I did. I ran like a dog with his tail between his legs.
I didn't stop running until I reached my apartment and locked the doors. ~Jesus, what the hell was that? Christ on a bike,
I hope that never happens again...~
"Need help?"
I looked over at the window. Sitting on the windowsill was a young woman with dark wavy hair that reached her shoulders. When she looked at me, I could see her dark eyes and pale skin, and when she got up, I noticed that she was a bit shorter than me, about 5' 3". "My name's Anita," she said, "And you're an animator."
I'd just about had enough of all this weird crap happening to me.
"First of all, how the hell did you get into my apartment, and what the hell is an animator?"
She smiled and gave me a quick rundown. Turns out that I can raise people from the dead as zombies. Cool. She also said that as an animator, I had various immunities to vampires. As if vampires existed. Wait a minute...
"Are you sure this isn't one big hoax?" I asked. She shook her head. "It's all real pal, believe it. Do you have a cross?" I pulled out the golden cross that hung on a silver chain around my neck.
"Do you have faith in what it stands for?"
"Why does that matter?"
"Because if you don't have faith, you won't be able to repel vampires. You need to have some kind of holy belief in order to make your cross work against vamps."
"It was glowing earlier tonight, pretty brightly too."
"Good," she said, "that means you have faith. Wear that at all times. It's for your own good." She paused for a moment, her face looking as if she was trying to remember something. Then she asked me, "Oh yeah, and do you have a gun?" I shook my head. "Crap. I know a guy who can get you some guns and silver ammo. I'll bring'em tomorrow. Until then you stay safe, and don't wander around at night, alright?" I nodded my head. She let herself out, and I locked the doors. I threw off my jacket and crawled under the covers. I had faith?
Didn't matter, because the nightmares returned with a vengeance.
Thank God for Saturday. I slept in until noon, then dragged myself out to eat a sandwich. I was watching some lame movie when someone knocked on my door. "Who is it?" I yelled over the sound of someone getting their head bashed in. "Open the door you baka," Heero said. I knew it was him because he always called me baka. Never figured out what that meant, since the others didn't know what it meant and Heero wouldn't tell me. I have to get myself a Japanese dictionary one of these days.
I got up and let him in. He was wearing a jean jacket, blue jeans and his green tank top. "Quatre and guys want to go to the park. Do you want to come?" I nearly fell over. Heero was the last person I expected to ask me if I wanted to go the park. "Sure!" I said happily as I grabbed a pair of pants. It suddenly occurred to me that I only had on a shirt and boxers when Heero opened the door. I suddenly felt hot from embarrassment. I shook it away and pulled on the pants. Then I went with Heero to the park.
We pulled up near a little area in the middle of the park. Heero had driven his motorcycle through the walkways. What a guy, no respect for pedestrians. We were near the fountain in the park. It was a big fountain, and at night the neon lights would glow, making the water a rainbow of colors. But in the daylight, it looked like a nice place to play. In fact, some little kids were playing in the fountain as Quatre brought out the picnic basket.
"It's been awhile since we got together like this," Quatre said. He and Trowa set up the plates and the food. Wufei was with us as well, lying on his back in the grass, his eyes closed. I guess he hadn't gotten much sleep. I can imagine why. Heh heh.
Heero was sitting on the edge of the fountain. He was facing away from us, his feet in the water. I could tell because his shoes were on the ground. I snuck up behind him as quietly as I could. I didn't think he wouldn't notice me, so I leaped up to scare him.
He freaked and fell into the water. I guess I was quieter than I thought. He flailed around a bit, making me laugh. It was a funny sight, a normally serious guy waving his arms wildly in the water. He glared at me and stood up. We were eye to eye, and I licked the tip of his nose. "Done playing in the water?" I teased. He smirked. I never even saw it coming when he grabbed my arms and pulled me into the water with him.
"GAH!" I gasped for air, my hair all wet. It had just finished drying, and now it was wet again. "Dammit! Do you know how long it takes for my hair to dry?" I yelled. Heero just looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face. I gave up. It was useless to be angry at him when he was looking so cute. I sighed. "Forget it," I muttered.
"Lunch time!" Quatre announced, even though it was two in the afternoon. Heero pulled me out of the water, and we went to eat Trowa's wonderful food.
In the middle of winter, you wouldn't expect the sun to be shining. But it was. California has the strangest weather. However, the wind was blowing like a bitch, and Heero and I were huddled together for warmth after five minutes. "You two better go home, you'll catch a cold," Quatre said. He was always worried about us, kinda like an older brother. Even though he was the youngest of all of us, he still acted like the more mature one. In fact, he was still 19, while the rest of us were 20. His birthday was in a couple of days.
Which reminds me, I still need to get a gift for him. But what can I get the richest boy in the colonies?
Heero drove me to my apartment, where he and I changed clothing. I had to lend him a dress shirt and jeans while we threw our wet clothes in the dryer. We were soaking wet and as cold as a popsicle. I huddled in my bed, the blanket curled around me, chattering my teeth. I suddenly felt a warmth behind me. "Heero?" He answered by putting his arms around me. "Let me in the covers. We'll get pneumonia if we don't get warm." I wrapped the blanket around both of us, and we held each other until I fell asleep. He must have fallen asleep too, because when I woke up, he was still beside me.
"Oi... Heero..." I nudged him awake. He sat bolt upright and looked at me. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said. "Just wanted to tell you that it's 6PM. We've been sleeping for three hours."
"Hn." He got out of bed and took his clothes out of the dryer. He threw my clothes onto the foot of the bed. "Ja ne," he said before he let himself out. I knew what that meant. It meant "see ya." I think. God, I need to learn more Japanese.
I fixed myself some dinner and watched some TV. I actually fell asleep watching the shopping channel, dreaming about buying a special set of "custom made" dolls. I woke up early in the morning, the witching hour. No, not midnight. 3 AM is the new witching hour. I never slept regularly anymore, ever since I had become a gundam pilot. I don't even remember sleeping regularly before that. I've never had a regular night of sleep. Damnation.
I walked outside to the park. I had forgotten all about Anita's warning, and wandered around, not tired enough to go back to bed. I sat on a bench, starring up into the night sky. The clouds covered everything, leaving only the moon and Venus. And even they weren't shining as much as they should have been. It was a dark night.
"What did I tell you about wandering around at night?"
Anita appeared in the pool of light from the street lamp, the very image of the vampire hunter. Black jeans, black shirt and a black trench coat. Even black Nikes. Women always have good taste in matching clothes. Well, most of them, anyway.
"Why should you care?" I regretted saying that the minute it had left my mouth. I could see years of pain from behind her eyes. "I've seen many friends come and go. I'm so jaded now that I can't even grieve the death of a co-worker. I want to preserve as much humanity as I can. That's why." I just nodded. I started to walk home when she suddenly pointed her gun at me. "Hey, I'm going home now, there's no need to—"
*BANG!*
A body flopped down behind me. It started moving the minute I looked, and I ran to stand next to Anita. She handed me a small gun. "You know how to use a gun?" I was tempted to laugh, but I didn't. I just said yes and we started running.
We stopped running when a couple of vamps stood in front of us. "Give us the boy, Executioner. We have no quarrel with you."
"Ha. You should no that I don't leave any of my fellow humans behind." She shot at them, hitting one square in the heart. I shot at the other one, landing a shot in the chest, but more towards the lung. My aim had gotten worse since I stopped being a pilot. "Run," Anita commanded, and I ran. I ran towards my apartment.
Anita was behind me, shooting at the vamps from behind. I reached the road across from my apartment. I turned around. "What are you doing?" she yelled. "I can't bring them to my apartment, I'll risk innocent lives." I pulled out my cross. The vampires screamed and shielded their eyes. Anita pulled her cross out too, and we started shooting at them. Then she pulled a huge knife from a sheath hidden in her jacket. She lopped off their heads. They lay in a pool of dark red blood, their heads off to one side.
"Give me my gun back," Anita said. I handed it back to her. "I'll have some weapons like mine for you tomorrow. Just be home tomorrow night, alright?" I nodded and headed back to my apartment. I couldn't sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. Headless bodies just kept appearing in my dreams.
Sunday was usually a day of rest for me. But this Sunday, I went to church. I hadn't stepped inside a church since my childhood days on L2. I missed Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I missed them a lot. It was time I finally told them.
I waited until Mass was over before I entered the church. I kneeled down and clasped my hands together. "I miss you so much. Sister Helen, Father Maxwell... I haven't cut my hair, see? It's still in a braid too." I was silent for a few minutes before I continued. "Father Maxwell, please don't be mad at me. I think... I think I like another man. I hope you aren't too mad at me..." The candles flickered, but all was silence. "I'm sorry." I prayed silently for a few moments more before I got up. I turned to leave, but I looked at the altar one last time. The cross that had meant nothing to me before was now was a sign of hope. Maybe there was a god, one who gave life instead of taking it. [1]
After I left the church, I stopped by Howard's office/house. He was practically running the business from his place on the beach near the marina. The place was the same as when I had first come here with Deathscythe. The only thing that had changed was the equipment. It was brand new, probably bought with the money we made. But everything else was in the same spot, even my old room was left untouched.
"Hey Duo, how've ya been?"
"Hey Howard. So, what did you need me for?"
"We've got a special project. We need someone to help fix some of our new machinery. It just came in from the colonies, but we have no idea how to fix it, and the guy who sent it to us didn't give us an instruction manual. Think you can handle it?"
"Are you kidding? Lemme see it!"
He showed me to the mysterious mechanism. It was about the size of a car engine and had all sorts of gadgets and what not poking out of it. "I've never seen anything like it," I mumbled as I bent down to poke at it. I looked back up at Howard. "Maybe I should call Hilde and ask her. She knows a lot of this stuff."
"That's fine. In fact, you can call her right now. We got a new video-phone."
I called up Hilde and she said it was an engine for a space mine. She sent me the plans for it and I fixed it up in no time, with the help of Howard, of course. After I finished the job, I returned to my apartment.
I spent the rest of the day unpacking and cleaning up. Then I ate dinner and played some video games. I still had my old video game system from three years ago. I had bought it when it was on sale, and I still had a few games that I loved to play. Mostly action games, but I had one game that was different. "Death's Story," it was called. I loved that game. It was about a boy working for Satan, but in the end he turned against him. I never finished the game because my old file had gotten erased before I had a chance to beat Satan, and I never bothered starting a new one. Tonight, I decided to start over.
I was so engrossed in the game that I didn't notice Anita standing behind me until she coughed. I paused the game and looked up. "How did you get in here? I always lock my door." She smiled, a smile that meant nothing and anything, and held up a box. "A friend of mine taught me how to break into other people's apartments. He did it all the time to me." I just laughed, a short sound, and took the box. I brought it to a table and opened it. Inside was a Hi-Power Browning and a Firestar. Two guns that I had used before. There were also ten clips inside for EACH gun.
"Those are silver bullets. Use them only if you need them, because they're expensive."
Jesus, I was in some major debt. "How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"Nothing. Consider them a gift."
"Uh... okay." As usual, I was cautious of strangers bearing gifts. For some reason this seemed fitting, but I was still suspicious.
"Don't worry. My friend gave them to me for free when I told him about you. He said that a new kid like yourself would need all the protection he could get."
"I can take care of myself."
"Right," she said with a sarcastic tone. "And you sure did, walking out in the middle of the night without a gun."
"So sue me. It's hard to get used to all this supernatural crap."
"It's no crap, and you'd better get used to it fast. Or else you'll be dead. These vampires are cannon fodder compared to how strong the old ones can be."
She turned to leave, but I asked her a question. "If these vampires are as powerful as you say they are, why didn't you get me a shotgun?" She smiled and said, "You won't need one... yet."
She left, leaving me with two brand new guns and my game still on pause.
I saved my game and went to bed. I had to be in the office by 9 AM, and I had four hours to sleep. I crawled into my bed and had dreams filled with beating the snot out of Satan.
And when I woke up, it was 9:10 AM. "Shimatta!" I screamed as I rushed out of bed and got ready for work. Heero had taught me that word. I used it a lot.
I got to work half an hour late, and Wufei gave me an earful. I didn't know he could be so calm yet be so pissed. I left his office feeling incredibly guilty for sleeping in. Wufei's speeches can do that to you. I walked into my office to hear the familiar clacking of keys as Heero typed his report. There was a bandage on his arm, and he was wearing blue jeans and that green tank top. Did he have a whole closet of those?
"They caught the gang, you know."
"Really?" I said, surprised. I didn't think it would happen so quickly.
"Yeah. It would have gone smoother if SOMEONE could have been there to confess." He was mentioning the guy I shot in the throat. I can't believe he was still miffed about that.
"So sue me."
I spent the rest of the day ogling Heero. I couldn't help it; but work was so boring, and there wasn't anything else I could do. My computer screen was conveniently in front of me, and I could act like I was typing, but still see Heero out of the corner of my eye. Let's face it: I've got an infatuation with that guy. I started to daydream, my eyes glossing over as I thought about the past...
"I've already registered in a nearby school under your name."
"Oh. But Heero—"
"No buts. You're wounded. I'll complete the mission. Stay here and try not to get caught."
"Fine." Stubborn bastard. But he did save my life; for that I'm grateful. I just needed to keep a low profile and I would be safe. But why didn't he just shoot me? Wouldn't it be easier? I lay back on the bed and looked out the window. The artificial specks of light that were supposed to represent stars shone brightly in the darkness. Nothing like what I saw on Earth. It was so much more real down there.
I felt a body lie next to me. "Heero?"
"Hn. There's only one bed. And sleeping on the floor isn't efficient for a good night's rest. Just get used to it."
He said it so mechanically, that I didn't question him. I didn't think there would be an ulterior motive behind his sleeping with me in the same bed. I just fell asleep, more soundly than I ever had in my entire life.
I shook myself out of my reverie. I was staring blankly at my monitor when a thought occurred to me. Maybe he liked me from the very beginning. Maybe he had developed a softness for me. I looked over at him, and he looked up at me with a stern expression.
"Get to work, Duo"
Maybe not.
Damn my imagination. As I drove home, I kept getting stupid mental images in my mind, mostly containing Heero's ass. Dammit. I couldn't get my mind off that nice piece of posterior that was owned by a particular sexy pilot—
Bad Duo. Stop thinking. Just stop.
...
Oh hell. I let the thoughts roam through my dark head, because it was just easier to let the mind go instead of trying to block the flow. I parked my car and headed up the stairs, as quickly as I could because my pants were getting rather tight. Gee, I wonder why?
I went into my apartment, locked the doors, and threw off my jacket as I ran into my room and closed the door. I toed off my shoes and took off my shirt. My pants were getting really tight now. What the hell was happening?
That was a dumb question. I hadn't had sex in what, two months? Hilde had not been feeling well for a while, and after that she just "wasn't in the mood." So now, here I was, horny little me, crawling into my bed, moaning Heero's name. God, I wanted him so badly that it hurt.
I peeled off my jeans and lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I was practically naked now, my clothes in a pile on the floor. I kicked off my boxers and started touching myself. It was nothing compared to being inside someone, but what could I do? Unless that woman came back—
No... I'm not THAT horny as to fuck any moving thing in sight. I just wanted to be inside Heero's tight butt, his muscles squeezing around me as I pumped myself into him. Mmm... It would be so delicious...
I tickled my balls, letting myself feel the pleasure course through my body. I loved that feeling, right before coming. You know, that feeling of intense pleasure that makes your mind go crazy and all logical thought is just thrown to the sky while all you can concentrate on is that one point, that one point where all the pleasure is stemming from. God, I love that feeling.
I grasped my dick and pumped it harder, squeezing myself so I could imagine being inside of Heero. I sucked on my fingers, wetting them, then stuck them into my ass, stretching myself. Now I was imagining Heero on top of me, his eyes hazed with passion as he took me, moaning my name as he came. I screamed out my own passion as I came in a blinking flash, yes, blinking because only a real good fuck can cause a blinding torrent of pleasure.
I slowly fell asleep as day gave way to night. I forgot to eat, but right now, I didn't care.
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