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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 "
20. The infected wounds, huge and painful and sore, the dizziness, the hot fever rolling through him were nothing compared to the agonizing pain stabbing every damn organ in his body when he faced Duo in that cage. Duo looked miserable. Big, ugly bruising ran up his torso. His hair was greasy and clearly unkempt. His eyes held nothing but anguish and betrayal. His face sunken and abused. Heero never wanted to have to see him that way. His eyes darted to where Milliardo stood outside the cage, feeling no anger any more, just weary resignation to the fact that this was fucking inevitable. It was always Milliardo's plan to sell them out - he was sure of it. Can't have Preventer sticking their nose into your illegal operation so get two operatives killed, turn it into a fucking embarrassment, have Milliardo give some kind of report, everyone gets a slap on the wrist because they don't want to admit they lost two men in an operation that should've been wrapped up six fucking months ago but was completely and utterly fucked. Of course Duo never really stood a chance, did he? Milliardo played them all from the very start. He stared at the face of the man he loved as Kerrigan's voice rattled over the intercom and he felt crushed. Defeated. Devastated. Destroyed absolutely. There was no way out of this situation. He couldn't grab his hand, fight through this with him, kill every motherfucker here and make them rue the day they ever thought it might be fun to pit one human being against another. He couldn't. He noted the guns on the bodyguards, a rarity in this place. Noted the way they watched so intently, fingers brushing the grips, waiting to see if they'd make a move, waiting to see if they'd try to escape. Fuck, they'd probably shoot Duo first if he made a wrong move. Force him to watch his heart bleed out on the mat, nothing to fucking do about it but watch him die. Fuck. Fuck. There was only one good option and it was going to be damn difficult to convince Duo to do it. But it was the only acceptable option. He had to take the fall. His life had been nothing but a disjointed set of circumstances that converged on pivotal points in history and until Duo it didn't really mean anything. He had never cared for it, before, never had any sort of attachment to the experience - he saw the global benefit in achieving certain goals and therefore set out to accomplish them, but such actions does not a life make. And maybe that's why the lure of the bunker was so strong, maybe that's why it was so easy for paranoia to over take him in the absence of damn near anything to focus on - no mission, no war, no friend. But the fact of the matter was, he was still expendable. If he had to face death or a life without Duo, a life of madness and emptiness and loneliness, he clearly knew which option he would choose. And Duo... Duo had always appreciated life. Maybe it was because he'd seen so much death, Heero didn't fucking know, but he knew how Duo smiled, he knew how Duo enjoyed shit, knew how he looked when he was happy - when he'd discovered Heero bought his favourite whiskey, when a song he liked came on at a bar, when he'd see him again for the first time in months and he'd try to hide it but he couldn't and that smile would start tugging at his lips... and Heero only ever wanted him to be happy. He damn didn't really want to think about it but if Duo could still smile like that, even if it was aimed at someone else, then Heero could be happy, too. He could die happy. He heard the buzzer, watched as the guards with guns stood a little straighter, their hands gripping their weapons a little tighter in anticipation that they might have to use them. Heero wanted to shout at the crowd that this was damn ridiculous, that he couldn't kill a former comrade, let alone a lover. Didn't they see the cruelty in this? How could anyone enjoy something this fucked? But as he stared at the men with the guns a plan began formulating in his mind and he watched Duo's eyes, pained though they were, harden as he approached a bit cautiously, before throwing an exploratory round kick. Heero blocked swiftly, their eyes meeting again, a silent understanding that sometimes passed between them when sparring that they wouldn't go soft on one another - but just the simple act of blocking Duo's kick pulled at the scabs on Heero's torso and he worked not to let his weakness show. Didn't need Duo going easy on him. Needed him to try. Needed him to make it real. Sure as hell didn't want Duo to start thinking he had to be the one to take the fall here. Maybe Heero didn't really expect him to get out of this alive, but then any extra minute he could give his partner was one extra minute that Preventer might finally arrive. Had to give him a damn chance to get out of here. Then Duo launched his offensive. Heero tried damn hard not to let his partner see the ridiculously poor physical shape he was in - tried to keep his muscles from quivering against the exertion with the fever running hot through his body, tried not to let his knees buckle from the previous abuse he'd sustained, lack of subsistence, lack of care. Heero blocked the second kick, fell back and managed to remain standing against Duo's attempt to take out his legs, pushed back punch after punch with his forearms until his feet had slid so far back he was pressed against the mesh and Duo finally got a punch in, straight to his stomach and he gasped for breath as he felt his lungs collapse against the force, his scabs split and crack where Duo's fist met them. But he also felt Duo get close in that moment, unnecessarily close, and he brushed his cheek lovingly against Heero's for the smallest of seconds, let his nose drag across it to his lips as he pulled away. Heero stared into his eyes as he fought to regain the ability to breath - his heart was all scar tissue but it could still hurt, still feel, and with just one look, Duo ripped it to shreds once again. He noted the surprise as he brought his arms up around his shoulder, drawing him in close, in any other circumstance maybe he would kiss him, press him against his body, drag his fingers into his flesh and bite his neck and hold him down and fuck him. Feel that body so warm and visceral move underneath his, grind against him, fill his emptiness with want and passion and lust. Fill him up a love he'd never felt before, a heavy weight upon his heart that was no burden to him. And he was a little pleased it seemed Duo wanted that to be his intent as the charade had to go on a little bit longer. Had to make sure Duo wouldn't suspect his true motive, his real plan. Had to lull him into a false sense of security. But he pressed their cheeks together once more, holding Duo's shoulders down and kneeing him straight in the stomach. It certainly wasn't the hardest damn hit he could throw - but it was the hardest hit he could throw in his current condition. Duo seemed appropriately surprised and tried to reel back from the attack, but Heero kept him close and threw another knee - selfishly holding on to every moment he could have Duo in his arms, knowing that each moment would be his last and that even if he had to buffet him with hits, it was still worth it just to hold him one last fucking time. It would never be enough, was never enough, but Duo offered him only what he could give and Heero was used to it, used to the frequency of his denial - so to him, he could make this moment enough. He'd spent so long making every little moment he got to be with Duo enough. He stroked a trembling hand up Duo's cheek, fingers brushing the hair back from his face even as his knee connected one more time with the soft flesh of Duo's belly. "'Ro," Duo breathed out, barely a whisper as Heero's palm pressed roughly against his cheek, fingers burying in his hair, his other hand stroking across his shoulder, down his neck, down to his chest where he pushed him away, trying to create physical distance again, give himself the ability to get out of the mesh. It was maybe the hardest damn thing he'd ever had to do - but it was just a precursor. Duo let him move away, seeming shell-shocked from the unexpected touch as he fought to regain composure, tracking him around the cage, breath coming in ragged pants. Heero was distantly aware that he was dripping blood down his legs and onto the mat but it didn't matter. There'd be a lot more damn blood by the time this was over. Heero found it strange the buzzer hadn't called the end of a round yet - but then he figured, why the fuck did they need rounds, right? There could only be one end, one outcome. Why prolong the inevitable? Duo seemed to find his resolve again and he swung hard at Heero's head. Heero caught his fist just barely and threw it down, returning his own punch and he was shocked when Duo didn't block, letting it impact with his jaw. Instantaneous guilt rocked through him as he watched in slow motion as Duo's lips cracked, blood slicking his chin, head jerking roughly to the side. What the fuck was he doing? It wasn't a particularly well thrown or hard punch, even, he could have so fucking easily blocked it! His busted lips were curled up in a smile when he turned back to face Heero, and Heero knew he wouldn't fight back, wouldn't block, was probably just trying to goad him into attacking this whole fucking time. It made him nauseous to think Duo actually though Heero could kill him. That he somehow deserved that. He held out his hands, twitching them forward in the same damn "come hither" motion Heero employed in his own fighting but he felt cemented to the ground. Couldn't fucking move even if he wanted to. Duo chuckled darkly. "Don't make this harder then it damn has to be," he taunted but Heero shook his head. He didn't fucking understand. What was he supposed to do without him? He couldn't live each day knowing he destroyed something he loved so dearly with his own hands - fuck. Didn't Duo understand that? Didn't Duo know it was better his way? Duo saw how he got when he was isolated, Duo saw him in that fucking bunker...! He was too damaged, too broken - not worth the life he'd been endowed with. Certainly not anywhere near worth Duo's attempted sacrifice. "Come on!" Duo practically screamed, practically begged, and Heero felt like his chest was going to collapse. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think at all. The plan - had to follow the fucking plan. But Duo's eyes - his heart was breaking and Heero could see it all there in his eyes. What was he supposed to do? What the fuck was he supposed to do?! "I don't want you!" Duo tried, his words a desperate yell, pelting against Heero even as he tried to rebuke them as the pathetic attempt they were to rattle him into action. "I don't fucking want you, you bastard!" His voice took on an eerie, unnatural pitch and his words wavered terribly with each additional torment. "Don't you fucking get it? I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Despite knowing they were lies, Heero didn't want those to be the last fucking words Duo ever said to him and he felt his heart wither at the thought. Every moment, every tender moment shared between them reduced to dust with those smouldering eyes glowering at him, begging him for death as he made a mockery of everything they were. But he would never let him go that easy. It was time to return the favour Duo offered all those years ago with an outstretched hand and open arms, wrapping him in the soft protection of his sympathy and understanding. There was nothing Heero could possibly offer until this very moment that came close to what Duo had given him then. A chance at life, a chance a love, a chance at happiness. Nothing that had ever been offered to him in his whole pathetic fucking life and Duo offered it so easily. Maybe they never really got the opportunity to experience it fully, maybe Duo always ran and maybe Heero was just too damn hard to love, but it was more than he deserved. More than he thought he could ever give Duo in return. Now, in this moment, Heero knew it was time. A life for a life. Duo offered him back his life in that gentle moment of compassion - it was time he returned the favour. Quickly he crossed the distance between them, Duo's expression one of triumph as Heero kicked his legs out from under him, Duo's body hitting the mat with a heavy thud. Immediately he fell on top of Duo's prone form, covering his torso completely with his own crouched body, arms embracing his head, protecting him, foreheads pressed together, heavy breath mingling, fear and confusion washing off of Duo in waves. "What do you want me to do?" Heero whispered pathetically, voice cracking on the words, tears threatening to fall into Duo's wide eyes as he stared up at him. Heero closed his own, unable to allow himself to falter for one more chance to stare into those too often absent eyes. "I - I can't..." he mumbled out miserably, feeling tears finally break through his tightly sealed eyes. "I love you." His body shook rebelliously as he pressed a heated kiss to Duo's lips, fingers curling in his hair, forcing his partner into shocked stillness - picturing foolishly on the back of his eyelids how beautiful he looked laid back against plush white pillows, sun highlighting his hair, easy smile splitting his face as Heero's lips leaned down to capture his own - and he trembled as waited for the bullets to hit his body as punishment for his rebellion.
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