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"Iron Fists "Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: If Gundam Wing was ours, there'd be ONE damned cannon kiss. All for fun, fun for all! :D Rating: NC 17 Warnings: post EW, physical violence, m/m sexual
relations, cursing, you know – the typical angsty stuff! Pairings: 1x2x1, Summary: In the world of illegal cage fighting there are no rules and only the strongest survive. It is a world that Duo has been undercover in for over a year and when the Preventers fear he may have gone rogue unexpected back up arrives... Author's Notes: Miss Murdered mentioned this little
inkling to ELLE one day and several weeks later after ELLE's desire
to get into a fight peeked, ELLE asked if they might team up and write
some delicious, sexy fight scenes. All Duo's chapters are Miss Murdered's,
all Heero's are ELLE's. Enjoy! "Iron Fists "
13. Duo didn't watch the rest of the death fights, saw enough from the early round and Heero's clean and effective break of the neck to not need to see anymore. Milliardo had made a comment about being a bad date and expecting at least a good night kiss for his troubles while Duo tried not to throw his fist into his smug face. It was too fucking tempting as he'd seen Heero look up and he had to look up when Milliardo was being handsy, when Milliardo was playing the role of perverted politician with an interest in pretty boys with long hair. But fuck - Duo didn't think he was playing that role as he was pretty sure that if he was damn willing, Milliardo would want him in his bed and have his cock down Duo's throat. And Heero had to look then - Duo thought angrily - had to look and he had to see those blue eyes cloud over with a rage that Heero rarely displayed. Fuck. He was always so literal. That was always Heero's problem. Duo knew how his brain worked and that if he saw Duo with Milliardo's hands all over him - Heero would already have the play by play account in his head running on cycles in his brain and he would see Duo being dominated and touched and fucked by a man that wasn't him and it would fire up that jealousy that Heero always had. Oh hell, maybe it wasn't jealousy but sometimes Heero didn't fucking understand why Duo came back to him - why he fought and pushed and brought him back out of that bunker. That Heero didn't understand that he loved him. Fucked as it was, Duo could never get away from the fact he loved him. Denied it plenty of times to himself. Never admitted out loud to Heero, not even in those moments when they were inseparable and it was like a drug to be touched by calloused fingers and it was the only time he'd felt anything real and that meant shit in the fucked up history that was his life. And he hated Heero from the deepest part of his soul for making him love him - or whatever he'd done - and he hated himself for falling in love with a man that things could never be simple with. He felt like he should see Heero after he killed someone without flair or thought but when the chick came back to him she'd repeated his words - go fuck himself. And with that, Duo figured it was as good an option as any - avoiding the rest of the fights to be alone in his room, the steel box that felt like a trap and he thought about Heero - about his mouth pressed against the back of his neck, about a hand trailing down his stomach, about his own arms twisted back around Heero's neck, the feel of soft hair and leaning back into that rock hard torso as a firm hand tugged at his cock, the rhythm fast, and his own hand didn't feel anything like Heero's but it was enough - the fantasy of Heero's firm touch, the idea that they were somewhere else - a million miles away - bringing him to climax quickly, cum spurting in a hot arc over clothes and his hand and leaving him on the bed a little breathless. It only reiterated how fucked they were, that he couldn't seek Heero out in the darkness of the colony and offer physical comfort, he could only jerk himself off thinking of a past version or a version that didn't even exist. He didn't even know. He watched the Saturday night fights with a clear detachment - watched as Heero was bracketed down a little but not quite as low - but he didn't warn him this time as Heero should've learnt. And he won, playing up a little more, letting the skittish fighter, the Cobra or something, get a few punches in before ending it finally with a knockout that was controlled and contained - stuck around only long enough to see that fight and escaped to Milliardo's room to make contact with the Preventers and leaving the simple cryptic messages that it was soon. That soon they'd have enough. One more death fight had to be enough. For him, for Heero, for whatever fucked up morality they had left. They didn't outright avoid one another the week after but some fresh meat arrived and with it Kerrigan thought that Heero had finally proven himself to be a more than capable fighter and Duo's services were needed elsewhere. He took that news as he should. "Thank fuck I don't have to work with that asshole." Kerrigan had only smiled at him and the smile was unsettling. Didn't know if Kerrigan knew something or thought he did but Duo didn't like it. Every fucking day on the colony was making him feel worse about the entire mission - like it was the calm before a storm or something and being a colony boy, storms were a strange phenomenon that he didn't like. It took days for them to be alone again and it happened as Duo expected. Well, perhaps, not quite, as he didn't expect to be jumped after pissing and for it to be in the small bathrooms with the stalls covered in years' worth of fighters' graffiti - the sort of bathroom that you didn't think about what you were walking through but Duo had been in worse place. He supposed that people may consider him a damn optimist but having had the breaks that he had - shit had to be truly bad for him to complain about something. Being followed around by death, being homeless and parentless and having nothing, made having something more valuable and it was probably why he held on so damn tight to Heero. Duo may not have expected the location but he expected the hands around his throat. It was as though Heero had been waiting to do it - he'd seen it in his gaze when their eyes met across the gym or the mess and he couldn't be reassuring in a glance and to be fair the whole thing made him pissed. Heero was killing people in this fucked up mission. And he was being made into the bad guy because he was using the fact Milliardo was in and maybe using the fact Milliardo would fuck him if he had the chance. The hands around his throat were tighter than he anticipated and his head was pushed against the metal of the door, effectively stopping anybody from coming in to piss. Duo instinctively scrambled and clawed at those tight hands and kicked out at shins or feet or anything but Heero was always stronger and plus he was angry - those things mixed together were like a Molotov cocktail. "How long have you been fucking him?" He was prepared for the accusation but then maybe not the venom that it was said with. The hands on his windpipe made it impossible to respond but then maybe Heero didn't want a response but hell, he had one. That Heero needed to understand that he'd never fucking cheat - that despite the fact he bailed when he felt trapped he'd never fucked anyone other than Heero and he never would unless it was damn over. Always, he always had opportunities, could find a willing body and flirt and be charming and knew techniques of how to get someone into bed - male or female - but he hadn't and he wouldn't. That he didn't bring Heero out of the bunker, didn't spend a year of his life making him rediscover reasons to live - hadn't devoted himself to the man currently with his hands around his throat - to fuck it up on some sleazy assed blonde dick. His head was pushed back hard against the metal and Duo felt like he could see damn stars and could feel the world beginning to white out around his periphery - that he couldn't see those intense blue eyes or that handsome face currently showing more emotions than he think he'd ever seen Heero display. "Tell me, is he better? A better fuck than me? Does he make you feel good?" The grip loosened ever so slightly as each question was punctuated by his head being pushed back against the metal but it was as though whatever anger was beginning to dissipate. They left his neck completely and Duo took a deep breath, leaning over, and rubbing at where he could feel the imprint of fingers and he heard more than saw the sound of a fist smashing the glass of the already cracked mirrors over the dirty sinks. "I am not fucking him," he said, each word drawn out slowly. "I have never fucked anyone but you." He didn't use any slang, being careful over every damn word as though by saying it clearly it would enter Heero's thick skull and maybe he'd understand that it hurt to be thought that little of - to be willing to fuck his way to completing a mission or to betray Heero like it never meant shit. Maybe Heero didn't know him well enough - but, hell, that would be his damn fault for all the running and all the walking away. Both could take the blame in this mess they called a relationship. The war ravaged, bar brawl version of a romance by two people who barely knew what it meant. Duo looked up to see Heero hunched over those sinks and he saw the blood on both the broken glass and on the knuckle that gripped porcelain too tight. "Jesus, 'Ro, you're bleeding." He walked the few steps towards him and took hold of the bleeding hand, seeing some glass embedded and thinking like a fighter and a trainer again - it would hurt like a bitch to throw a punch for a few days. Heero flinched from his touch and jerked away, taking a step back and it was a clear moment of rejection if Duo had ever seen one. "Why?" Heero asked, his eyes not meeting Duo's. "Why what?" "Why do you keep coming back?" Heero's gaze lifted. "You've been following me since we were fifteen. I don't understand why you keep coming back to me." "'Cos I fuckin' love you, asshole." The words were big enough and strange enough to come out of his mouth if they were in Sanc, if they were in the honeymoon stage - if they were drinking each other in like alcoholics. In the piss covered bathroom of this piece of shit colony, it was even stranger. The words were like a shotgun blast and the look of shock on Heero's face proved that the words were big. Duo continued, if he was saying this shit then he might as well say it all. "Maybe I always fucking did. Maybe it damn took you goin' into that shithole for me to realise but fuck, I've known since then, and it scares me, Heero. Damn it, I never wanted shit to be like this. I never wanted to be in love with you." Heero just stared, his face now unreadable and Duo realised more than ever that this was the wrong time to be saying this - the stupidest thing he could do was to admit he had fucking feelings in this violent and dangerous world and it was going to make them reckless or get them killed or something. It was even more reckless to step forward, running the pad of his thumb over Heero's jaw, feeling the stubble there as it seemed Heero had stopped giving a shit in this place and leaned forward to get some reaction - he couldn't deal with Heero blocking him out, shutting down and going back deep inside himself as it hadn't been the bunker that had been the problem all along. It had been that Heero closed down. And Duo couldn't deal with him like that. Their lips clashed hard and he thought that this was Heero's way of reacting to the words - those words - that little four letter word that was overused most of the damn time but never had been between them. Hell, Duo didn't expect or want them back but he wanted whatever Heero would give him and if it was a brutal kiss and being pushed back into a toilet stall, then he'd take it. His back met the wall of the stall and the metal seemed to be flimsy or damn cheap as he almost felt like it bowed under their combined strength. It was totally different to have those hands hold him hard against the stall wall when Heero's tongue was deep inside his mouth, his head tilted, gripping him tight but not in violence, not with intent to harm but instead with a need, a possessiveness as Heero needed to reassert something now. Burn away that stupid fucking idea in his head of Milliardo and Duo just had to bend to that need. This maybe was the damn intense version of Heero that did scare him but right now, he rode the intensity, thrusting his hips against Heero's, friction and heat and hard dicks meeting through material. The hand in his training shorts made him moan into the kiss and he tried to move his own hand to respond but he wasn't allowed to, felt a low growl against his lips and Heero's head moved back, running his tongue unconsciously along his lips in a way that seemed so fucking hot without him realising. Duo saw the look in Heero's eyes, the way those blue eyes looked so hard at him, as his breathing became shallow, his eyes fluttered as a callused thumb rubbed over slit and each deliberate quick motion brought him closer to the edge. Somehow it wasn't just the damn hand working over his cock that was bringing him close to coming, it was that Heero maintained eye contact and watched him, every reaction as though trying to imprint something on his mind and Duo tried to meet that gaze but fuck if he could as he felt that familiar rush and he didn't say anything thinking it would break whatever the hell this moment was between them. Shit, if he wasn't going to say anything but he couldn't help the half-hearted groan escaping his lips, Heero's mouth meeting his own again to take those noises as he felt white hot release coat that hand and fingers and shorts. He, again, attempted to reach out, to take Heero's dick in his hand or blow him despite the piss stained floors but he was blocked from making that movement - a sticky hand wrapped around his wrist as Heero's lips left his own. "Heero?" There was a look on his face that Duo couldn't figure out - still struggled to understand those expressions, he could be thinking about anything for all Duo knew - about what he'd said, about the mission, about any traumatic shit from a past of killing and violence. "I love you." Duo just blinked, his own brain orbiting somewhere the fuck around the colony where debris and garbage and whatever else floating was and blamed the whole just coming thing for the inarticulate noise that came from his mouth then - it may have been a "huh" but it wasn't even that articulate. Heero repeated the three words that made him realise how truly fucked they were. "I love you." He wanted to laugh - that it took this, being here in this damn place, to be standing in a toilet stall, to be in the middle of a mission where Heero had killed two people for them to admit something to each other but he stifled it. It was ironic or something or maybe it said something about them. They'd never have a conventional relationship, never have rings or mortgages or shared bank accounts or his and his fucking robes or whatever the hell people had in normal, everyday relationships but they loved each other. And it had to be enough. That they could survive this place, that they could take Kerrigan down and they could do it because they needed to be away from here and try and work out something better. Not a conventional relationship but maybe one where Duo stayed in the same place and didn't run and hide. Fuck, if he knew how to do it but to be able to do it they had to get out of here. Complete the mission. "We need to finish this shit... we can't stay in this place - it's fucking killing us." Heero nodded and his body moved back from Duo's, making him want to protest at the loss of that warmth and solidity as Heero leaned back on the other side of the wall and the whole sexual energy was gone making Duo realise he needed to readjust his shorts and ignore the new stains. "I need one more death fight. I recognised most of the men." The tone wasn't the one that said those three simple words, it was all mission shit and Duo couldn't help the slight sting in his gut at knowing that Heero needed to detach again to survive in this place. "One more fight, 'Ro, then we blow this shit stall open."
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