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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 "
4. Heero had seriously underestimated just how damned difficult it would be to see Duo again. Normally when Duo came back from a long undercover they experienced what Heero had begun to call - at least in the privacy of his own head - their honeymoon period. He picked the name up from a pamphlet on abusive relationships. He chose to overlook the abusive relationship part, though. Or maybe not. It didn't matter. It was just a stupid fucking pamphlet in the stupid fucking office of the stupid fucking shrink Une made him see. What mattered was that normally after being apart for so long they engaged in an intoxicating week of non-stop touch. Yeah, fucking in every way imaginable, but also a tenderness they rarely showed each other. Hands held, arms wrapped around torsos, lips kissing lips and fingertips. They would order pizza or Chinese or Heero would make them sandwiches with Duo wrapped around him in the kitchen, kissing his neck and shoulders and back, and they'd eat in bed, Duo laid back on his chest, resting between his legs and laughing. Heero could rest his cheek against that lovely pale column of flesh and feel the reverberation of his happiness echo through his own body like a ripple across a pond and Heero's heart would beat back a harmony of his own contentment. But there was none of that here. There was just disappointed eyes and a quick fuck and a clean break. The lack of physical contact seemed crushing in the barracks - surrounded by bodies everywhere. His need to hold Duo overwhelmed him such that it eclipsed everything else as he lay on that cruddy little bed, soaked in sweat and blood and god only knows what else a hundred times over so that it smelled as rank as everything else in that fucking room, and he fought back the gut-wrenching trembling that threatened to overtake him. What the fuck was he even doing here? Seriously. Duo was fine, he always had been fine, Heero shouldn't be there at all and maybe he could just slip out now while he still had a chance. While he was still whole. Before the stress of being around so many goddamned people, so many unfamiliar sounds, so much situational data overwhelmed him in the absence of his cure. He'd been here before and it didn't end well. He knew the other fighters were talking about him all night, rumouring where he came from, what he was doing there, why Kerrigan substituted him at the last minute, where he was supposed to have trained. But he couldn't have made himself care. All he wanted was the familiarity of his lover in his arms - that touch to protect him from the ghosts in his own head threatening to drag him under. And if that night was bad, the next morning training with Duo was a thousand times worse. Touch was like a drug to Heero, a man who had been denied its power for so long, and to be that close to the one person he trusted to touch every inch of him and not be able to was excruciating. Humans are social creatures. They thrive on shared contact. And Heero was pretty sure in the 412 days since Duo left he hadn't touched another person aside from obligatory handshakes. "Hey, Wade!" Although Heero had just entered the room, Duo immediately turned away from him and smiled wide at the young man walking in, looking rather badly busted up, his face a tender, swollen mass of bruised nonsense. "Just don't fuckin' listen to nuthin', huh? What did I tell you?" Duo threw a punch that landed on his shoulder and the kid fucking winced. Heero wanted to roll his eyes. The other fighters should be asking what the hell he was doing there instead. "Well, I gotta surprise for you buddy," Duo continued but the kid looked less than thrilled. "You're gonna help me train with Heero-fucking-Yuy." The kid's gentle blue eyes met Heero's hard ones and he thought maybe he could put enough glare in to intimidate the little shit into leaving now. He was going to get himself killed, the poor sweet little lamb. "Okay." The kid should've argued. But he didn't. "You need to train against someone much better than you," Duo was explaining, then jerking a thumb back at Heero. "He needs to train against someone who sucks so he won't fuckin' kill 'em when they bracket him down where he belongs next week." Although Duo wasn't looking at him when he spoke, Heero got the message loud and clear. Despite his performance against The Awful Arab, he was going to be facing much less threatening opponents for a while until he earned his place in a tougher bracket. Fine. To be expected. But the next words out of Duo's mouth made him want to strangle his braided wet dream. "Plus, you get ta help me think up a stage name for him." Heero glared daggers at his back as Wade chuckled, the only one with clear visibility of both their faces. "And no complainin' Yuy!" Duo turned to face Heero then, appraising him with his eyes. Heero had thrown on a t-shirt for training purposes but otherwise was still in spandex. He knew just how Duo felt about his spandex. But none of that read on his face. "Come at me," he instructed and Heero didn't hesitate. He threw a right hook that was blocked by Duo's forearm and then a left with the same result. So he clasped his hands together, bringing both arms over his head to come down on top of Duo, but Duo threw up his forearms and although his knees collapsed under Heero's weight, Heero's fists didn't touch his head. "See - you gotta block in there," Duo was explaining as he stood. "You don't stand a chance against someone like Heero the Hero if you don't." Heero couldn't stop himself from grimacing at the name and Duo cackled madly. "Okay, that one's not very good or original." Heero sparred with Wade for a bit, correcting the kid when he slipped up, with Duo's help and various shouted stage name suggestions. Horrible Heero, Young-n-Sexy Yuy, Major Pain, Steel Trap -and then several other suggestions including steel and various parts of his anatomy - were all shouted with wild abandon across the gym. But when Wade would grin at his trainer's amused ramblings, Heero realized that Duo's goal wasn't in fact to piss him off, but instead to lift the spirits of the damned kid who was clearly way out of his league. Eventually Duo offered to scrounge them up some lunch and Heero was left alone with Wade. Even though Heero attempted to create some distance between them, the kid wandered after him like the lost lamb that he was and plunked down next to him. It was one thing to make a mentor out of Duo - Duo was warm, compassionate, caring and a good teacher. But to attempt to make one out of Heero was lunacy and his eyes swept coldly over Wade and his stupid, smiling, panting, exhausted face. "Man, you are really good!" he enthused after chugging back a bottle of water. "I'm surprised you weren't up here sooner." Heero ignored the attempted conversation and stared straight ahead at the door, waiting for Duo's return. This didn't appear to deter Wade at all as he kept right on talking and Heero realized instantaneously why Duo had a soft spot for the kid. "- I mean you must've trained somewhere top notch. The rumour is you're from Earth, right? But Earth sure didn't prepare me for this at all." And then Heero finally had an opening and turned towards him and asked him bluntly just what the fuck he was doing up there anyway. Wade went silent and his eyes got that far away look Relena's sometimes had before she was about to launch into some depressing reverie about her father or the lives lost to violence or some other unavoidable circumstance. "Have you ever killed somebody?" The words were soft and Wade still wasn't looking at him but Heero felt a hint of surprise at the question. It certainly wasn't what he was expecting. "Yeah." And understatement of the year award goes to Heero Yuy. "I thought so." There was a long silence between them and Heero felt hopeful that was the end of his listening exercise - but he was wrong. "I don't want to tell Duo because I don't think he'd understand... but I killed a man in Memphis." Wade paused again but Heero didn't know what to say to the confession. He understood in the vague, technical way he understood that princess fairy tales made little girls happy that normal people didn't cope with killing well - but he certainly didn't feel qualified to give a fucking lecture on flexible morality and the perfect soldier's method of emotional compartmentalization. "My ma was real sick and I dropped outta school to try to help make some money but it was never enough, you know? So I went out there to try to win some money, to pay for her meds. But it didn't work and I was in way over my head. And then I got the call that she died and I just... He came looking for me, to pay my debt, and I just killed him." Wade was shaking and his voice was unsteady and Heero just stared that blank, uninterested stare, unable to force enough sympathy for a string of bad choices to offer anything but. "Where else was I supposed to go?" "You're wrong about Duo." The words clearly confused Wade who apparently expected some level of compassion from Heero. That irritated him, though. The kid surely wouldn't make it through expecting other fighters to show him any damned consideration. "He would understand better than me." "But you -" Wade saw fit to argue and Heero silenced him with a look. "You could still go home," Heero said coldly as the door opened indicating Duo's blessed return. "I've killed so many men, I have no home." The only thing close to a home he had was the smiling face walking towards him. And that was fucked up enough as it was. Who rests their heart in a home with no foundation, no roots to ground it, a wanderlust traveller intent on escaping? "Damn anyway, what'd he say to you?" Duo demanded of Wade, who meekly shook his head despondently. "You can't try to talk to people like him. I guess I shoulda warned ya..." He threw them some pre-packaged food and went to work talking enough for three people and attempting to get them on more amiable terms again. Wade was finally back to normal and Duo called over another rookie more on par with his level of 'experience' - a kindness Wade clearly appreciated in his sore and exhausted state - while he lead Heero to the sparring mat. At least he'd get to touch him, even if he would have to fight himself at every turn not to slam that hard body into the mat just to press himself against it. Duo grabbed a kick shield on the way over and held it against his chest for punches. Heero willingly obliged, throwing at half power. "You know what's going on here," Duo questioned softly through gritted teeth as he fought not to be driven back by Heero's relentless force. Heero just nodded once. Millardo had briefed him. Despite the rather typical appearance of this clearly illegal syndicate, Kerrigan was supposed to be running an even more sinister game beneath this. He was supposed to be organizing highly exclusive fights to the death that were attended by notables including several members of the ESUN. Duo shifted the kick shield to the left and Heero pivoted to throw a high kick and then Duo was back to centre. "I'm close to getting in." Heero gave another curt nod then he drew in close, grabbing the back of Duo's sweaty neck and hunkering him down around the shield, dragging him in for a hard knee to the stomach. Duo grunted softly and glared up at him with irritation at the unexpected treatment. Heero gave him the slightest smirk, running his hand up Duo's face and across his hair before shoving his head to the side roughly. His fingers trembled slightly as he withdrew - the desire to twist them in that swarthy mass and drag him into a kiss was damned difficult to fight. "Enough of the pad." "I'm the trainer here." Duo scowled but threw the pad to the side anyway. Heero let Duo lead the offensive and he caught his first punch in his hand and blocked his second with his forearm, forcing Duo to draw him in close and throw a knee of his own. He pulled it at the last minute and the hit was mostly ineffectual. But Heero released him and they backed away from each other. "You're going to have to start playing to the crowd, you know." Heero's eyes narrowed. That was the last fucking thing he wanted to do, but he expected the lecture after Duo spent the morning making up stupid names for him. This time he charged Duo, throwing a kick aimed at his waist. Duo spun out of the way but Heero grabbed his braid at the last minute, wrapping it around his arm and dragging Duo towards him, pressing him up against his chest and jamming his arm under his neck. The smell of him, the feeling of that wonderful body heat, that flesh he craved to touch, pressed right up against him was overwhelming. "Or don't," he choked out quietly. "I don't want you in there anyway." Heero wasn't surprised when Duo broke the chokehold with a quick, powerful downward grab and he immediately threw a hard elbow into Heero's stomach, shimmying out of Heero's grip in the moment of pain Duo knew he would experience. But Heero's anger at the suggestion that Duo would try to protect him wasn't diminished. So Heero charged him again, throwing the first punch, which Duo blocked, and they grappled a moment, each trying to hit the other first. But even despite the time apart, they knew each other's style so well that when they were actively trying to compete against one another, it was nearly impossible to get a hit in. But then Heero noted a weakness. Duo's eyes flicked across the gym. Heero didn't turn to see what had gotten his attention, instead he moved forward, intent on throwing a punch to the gut - a move he knew Duo damn well hated but which would quickly and mostly painlessly end the match. But it was then Duo did something completely unexpected. He threw a fucking elbow straight into his fucking face. Heero immediately felt the blood spray down his face from his already tender nose as he stepped backwards to create distance between them. Anger roiled in his gut that Duo managed to land such a cheap shot on him. Generally face shots weren't in Duo's repertoire and besides it was bloody embarrassing. He knew he was far superior in hand-to-hand combat than Duo - but obviously his year in this shit stall taught him a few things. But all that meant was that now Heero wasn't fucking around. He launched a counter attack that had Duo backing up to defend himself against the fury of blows and right before he hit the edge of the mat Heero faked a falter and Duo, seeing his opening, threw his weight forward into a punch of his own. But he overcompensated in his eagerness to return the offensive and Heero anticipated it. He dipped on his knees and swung a leg out in a sweeping arc, kicking Duo's legs out from under him. Duo hit the matt with an unceremonious thud and Heero threw himself on top of the other man, locking his hands around his throat and pinning his shoulders to the mat with his elbows and upper body weight. For his part Duo tried to buck his hips and throw Heero off of him and Heero had to admit the additional muscle did make his ability to control Duo more difficult. But he locked his shin in place across Duo's hip, digging agonizingly into his groin, each buck surely causing him significant pain. And in the end the crushing weight on his windpipe stole his focus and he eventually gave up - a spiteful, defiant stare plastered across his face as he gasped. "I came here to fight," Heero growled, noting how the blood dripping from his face slid down Duo's cheeks like tears and he wanted to press the words against him like kisses, hoping Duo understood. Yeah, he came to fight for Kerrigan, but he also came to fight for Duo. He didn't need to be protected. He stood then, wiping a huge swath of blood across his forearm, noting for the first time the way the other men in the gym all stared at him. It wasn't a stare he found unfamiliar or uncomfortable, although he knew it wasn't pleasant and it wasn't kind. It was the look a man had when faced with a crazy, wild thing. Something untamed, something unpredictable. Something that fucking terrified them. And Heero's heart swelled because it had been all too long since he'd seen that look. But these men understood. Even with just that tiny display of his prowess, they totally understood. He could tear this motherfucker down.
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