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"A Time for Us"Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance/Tragedy, Angst, yaoi, lemon, language, violence, blood feud, forbidden love Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: The Maxwells and Yuys are two powerful
noble families that have been fighting for generations. Heero and
Duo are no exception. However, one fateful night changes everything
for the young heirs-a Romeo and Juliet tale with a twist. " A Time for Us"
Heero didn't spend a lot of time wishing things could be different. After all, he wasn't one to devote energy to fantastic wastes of time. And wishing things weren't the way they were was exactly that. Today, however, was one of those rare occasions that he indulged the whim. It sucked. This moment sucked. He felt like he was literally trying to separate his own right arm from his shoulder. How could it hurt so much? How could something so seemingly simple be so . . . difficult? So painful? It wasn't forever. It wasn't like he was never going to see Duo again. But how long would it be until he could safely hold the boy he cared for so deeply? Duo was holding himself together with less strength. In fact he was crying, his hands fisted in Heero's jacket, face buried in Heero's neck. Their holiday didn't feel real anymore. It felt like a sweet, blissful dream. This was the ugly reality. A reality where he couldn't freely hold Duo, couldn't kiss him if he wished, couldn't murmur "I love you" in his ear just because he felt like it. "It's all right, Duo," Heero tried to comfort him, though he could hear the faint break in the words. "We'll see each other, right? Miss Noin unwittingly gave us permission to sit with each other in private every other day to work on our science project. This goodbye isn't forever." "Then . . . then don't say that," Duo mumbled, breath hitching. "It's too final. Just say . . . see you later. Or . . . until tomorrow. Or, catch ya later. Or, next time. Or—" Heero cut him off with a kiss that managed to be hard and passionate, yet undemanding and gentle. God, I really love him. What a sick irony that his worst enemy would turn out to be the one who was perfect for him in every way. When he finally pulled back Duo was flushed, tears glittering in his eyes. Heero felt his heart would snap in two. "Your cab's waiting," he whispered. "Don't think about it, just get in and go home. I'll get online as soon as I get home and we can chat. Just do it, and don't look back at me." Nodding, sniffing faintly, Duo leaned up to press one more impetuous kiss to Heero's lips before all but fleeing to the waiting aircab. He didn't look back as it took to the airways. Heero, however, watched it until it finally vanished from sight. It took every ounce of willpower Duo possessed to dredge up a smile for his parents when he got home. His heart felt made of lead, and he knew there were still many tears to cry. What would he possibly tell them if he broke down after his holiday? One that he'd enjoyed more than any to date in his entire life? Yeah, I'm sorry Mom and Dad. I'm in love with a Yuy, Heero Yuy no less. We spent the whole weekend together and committed many intimate acts several times. It sucked saying goodbye to him because I know you'd fuckin' die if you knew any of this so I can't see him. Thanks a lot for fucking ruining my life. And the more Duo thought about it, the more angry toward his parents he became. It wasn't fair. It was their fault that he'd taken so long to discover how wonderful Heero was, it was their fault that he couldn't spend the time with him he wanted, it was their fault he couldn't love Heero. "How was your trip, sweetie?" his mother asked, hugging him warmly. Duo felt ice-cold inside. "Fine," he said in a voice too flat. Too flat. Come on. Don't give yourself away, Maxwell. He pasted on a smile that felt forced. "I had a great time. I wish it wasn't over." She tinkled laughter. "I'm sure," she said. "Well, I know how much you enjoy school, so you'll be happy to be back tomorrow. Just wait and see." Not asking where his father was, not caring, Duo just waved to Damia and headed for his room. Carelessly dropping his bag on the floor, he immediately pulled up his computer and logged on. A wave of near-black depression swept over him when the message WingZero is not online appeared. Tears welled up, but they didn't get the chance to fall before someone knocked on his door. Hastily wiping his eyes, he closed his laptop and blinked several times until his eyes felt clear. He was gratified to see it wasn't his mother standing there—he was too angry to talk to her. But his mother may have been easier to deal with, for she was nowhere near as keen and observant as her daughter. Damia's dark eyes clearly told him she knew something was wrong, and she meant to find out why. Taking a silent, deep breath, he summoned his mask. "Hi, Damia," he chirped. "What's goin' on?" "I rather thought I would ask you," she said. Her accent was more pronounced now, which meant she was serious. Chest tightening, Duo shrugged carelessly. "Not much. A little bummed that the holiday's over already, thought." He grinned brightly. The green in her eyes hazed over with gold. So she was not convinced. "That game might work with Mother, but not with me," she said in a somewhat flat voice. "Tell me what's bothering you, Duo. I know something is, and I want to help." His will to continue deflated instantly. He sank onto his bed, feeling all the false cheer vanishing off his face. "You can't," he said. Damia sat next to him. "When you left, you were so happy," she said, reaching out and rubbing his back. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were in love. What happened?" Duo's lips twisted into a grim smile. "No, I didn't get my heart broken. And I suppose you'd get the truth out anyway. I met someone at the masquerade." "Really?" she encouraged, smiling at the return of warmth to his voice. "What's he like?" Now the smile was genuine. Duo knew he must look a lovesick fool. "So great, Damia. He's smart and funny and sensitive, he's a great listener, he's fearless, he's gorgeous, and damn is he a good kisser . . ." Damia's laughter sparkled between them. "Sounds like he's perfect for you, then. I assume he's the mysterious friend you spent the holiday with?" "Yeah, and it was amazing. We had the most wonderful time." Duo's lips froze. What would he tell her now? That it was Heero? Not likely. That was not a risk he was willing to take. Not yet. "And now it's over, and . . . I don't know. Reality's a little harsher than we thought, I guess. I just keep wondering how this relationship will work." "How come, hon?" she asked, brushing his hair out of his face. "Distance?" "Yeah," Duo lied easily, "and . . . I don't know. There's just so much stuff in the way. Who I am . . . who we are . . . it feels like we don't even have a chance. Does any of that make any sense?" Leaning forward, she kissed his forehead. "Yes, sweetheart, it makes complete sense. But that's not all, is it?" Not a question. Raising his eyes to meet hers in a silent plea not to ask for more than that, Duo slowly shook his head. Damia searched his eyes for a moment before nodding. "All right. I'll accept that for now. But when you're ready to talk, I'll be right here. Okay?" Smiling weakly, feeling the tears ready to break free again, Duo just let her embrace him. All he could think was, Heero, I wish this were you . . . Phylia waited until almost midnight to go see her younger brother. She knew that look on his face when he finally got home around seven. He was unhappy, and she didn't know anyone who closed up more tightly than he when he wished not to talk. And his eyes clearly said he wished not to talk. But she loved him, so she gave him some time. When she knocked on his door she could hear he was still up, and he let her in after a few seconds. He looked pale and tired. Weary in a way she'd never seen him look before. It physically hurt to see the pain there in those amazing cobalt depths. "Heero," she murmured, touching his face, "what's wrong?" The normally-gleaming surfaces were dull. "Nothing," he said, but she didn't hear a lie. He wasn't telling her nothing was wrong. Rather, he was telling her it was nothing he could talk about. Heero never lied to her, and she'd long learned to hear the subtle differences in his tone when a single word could have different meanings. Such as right now. "I'll listen if there's anything you can talk about," she offered instead of prying. His eyes met hers, and she could see he was grateful. He let her in, and she sat beside him on the bed. The twin moons cast just enough illumination through the window that his skin looked silver. "I'm in love," he said simply, "with someone I can't love." Her eyes widened very slightly in surprise. That wasn't
what she'd been expecting. And the implications to that simple sentence
. . . who was there he couldn't love? And what exactly did he mean
by couldn't? The fact that it would be a boy didn't matter. Then,
forbidden somehow else. Only one thing came to mind. A Maxwell.
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