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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"
When Reality Sets Back In "I need to talk to you about something." "That's fine. There's something I need to run by you, as well." Phylia considered allowing Damia to go first, but she just as quickly discarded the thought. Hers was probably more important. After all, her news could very easily disrupt hers and the younger woman's entire plan. "It's about Heero," she said, not waiting for an invitation to continue. "I think he's in love, and I think it could be a problem." Damia's image blinked. "How could that be a problem?" "Because I'm fairly certain the boy he's in love with is a Maxwell." At this bombshell, Damia certainly looked shocked. In fact she stared at her friend, lips working though no sound issued forth. Then her eyes widened even more. "Miss Noin contacted us recently," she began in a faint voice. "She made Heero and Duo work together for the Greater Youth Science Show. Ever since the holiday, she says the two of them have been getting along quite civilly. She said no in-class disputes, no disruptions, nothing of the sort anymore. It's almost as if . . . Phylia, where did Heero spend the holiday?" "At the Yuy Lodge," Phylia replied slowly, everything sinking in. "And he made us promise no one would bother him. Said he didn't want his friends to be embarrassed . . ." "Duo refused to say where he was," Damia said, words speeding up now. "Said he just spent it with friends and wouldn't say where. But he came back acting as though his heart was utterly broken. Phylia . . . you don't think . . ." "That they're in love with each other," Phylia whispered. Heero tried to pay attention while Duo spoke, he really did. His mind filed all the words away for scrutiny at a later date. A time when he and Duo were not together. Right now all he could do was watch his boyfriend. The way his lips moved. The way his eyes glittered in the light. The way the muscles of his neck rippled when he turned his head. His slim, graceful hands. He was simply beautiful. Reaching out, he captured one of those gesturing hands and brought it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle and sucking on each fingertip. He'd done far more intimate things to the boy, but Duo still blushed prettily. He didn't pull away, though. "You shouldn't do things like that at school," he whispered. Heero bit down ever-so-gently. "I know. But that's a stupid rule." Giggling, Duo withdrew his hand. But he replaced it with his lips, so Heero found no reason to complain. Especially when an agile tongue slid into his mouth, demanding and begging at the same time. If Heero hadn't been sitting already his leg muscles would have gone watery and weak. No one he knew had ever had this effect on him. It physically hurt, pulling back. But he knew he would throw Duo down onto the table and put them both in compromising positions should Miss Noin walk in to see how they were faring. Duo was flushed and panting, eyes glazing over. "All we have to do," Heero managed, "is hide this until we graduate, Duo. That's only nine months away. We'll be eighteen then, and we can do what we want. We can say, screw them all and just disappear if we want." A sweet little smile broke over Duo's reddened lips. "Such strong language. That's the first time I've ever heard you say something so almost-vulgar." Snorting, Heero brought their mouths back together for a slower, softer kiss. This one deeper and more exploring. Less demanding. It made Duo slump into him, the faintest whimper bubbling up from his throat. A sound that went straight to Heero's groin. His body twitched in reply, pulling Duo closer without conscious thought. They pulled away at the same moment. "We . . . we should . . ." Duo began breathlessly. "Yeah," Heero agreed. "Get back to work." Two days later, the entire world caved in. Duo's first cousin on his father's side, Vethryn Maxwell, and Heero's first cousin Tarwyn Yuy, entered into a typical match between pairs the same age. Insults and slanders were fired. Both of them, twenty-two year old hotheads with infamous tempers, lost it. Blows flew, and Tarwyn shot Vethryn. The Maxwell youth died five minutes later before medics arrived on the scene. The Maxwell and Yuy families dissolved into chaos. All uneasy truces fell apart. The royal family ordered them to stand down. And Duo's parents pulled him out of MY. "There's no way I'd allow you to stay in school when one of those vicious Yuys is there!" his mother exclaimed. And she'd barely known Vethryn. Duo did, and he didn't care much. His cousin had sexually assaulted him some years ago. The attempt only failed because Damia happened upon them, and no one messed with Damia's little brother. She'd nearly killed Vethryn herself right on the spot. Duo didn't care about that. Now there was no way he could see Heero. It felt like his heart was trying to break itself into pieces too tiny for repair. He wanted to see Heero. In fact it was all he wanted. He wanted it so much it seemed absurd. The whole fucking world was falling apart! He wanted to gnash his teeth, to scream, to bang Lord Maxwell and Lord Yuy's heads together until they fucking stopped being so god-be-damned stupid! He wanted to talk to his father and give him a piece of his mind, but Lord Maxwell could be amazingly obtuse. The man was a pompous ass, and while that had never particularly bothered Duo before, right now he hated his father. My parents are obsessed, WingZero told him. They're certain this was all a plot, and that Tarwyn shot in self-defense. He's such an idiot. God, my whole family are idiots. Mine, too, Duo agreed, making a face. I miss you. I miss you too, sweet Shinigami. What does your sister have to say about this? King Zechs refuses to allow the Maxwells and Yuys to meet in Parliament for now, Duo typed. I think he's afraid someone will assassinate her, because I guess it's more fun to hate than to try resolving differences. And the worst part, no one even remembers what those differences are, Heero's words appeared on the screen. What a messed up time. Fucking stupid time, Duo corrected, angry and hurt and depressed all at once. He tried to imagine Heero's fingers on the keyboard, transmitting his words to the screen. He wanted to see his boyfriend's face. There was a pause. Then, The king's a bright man. I'm sure he will be able to work things out into temporary peace again. I wish he had the guts to arrest our fathers, Duo replied. I wish our families weren't so big that it was even possible. Why do men have to be so stupid? A difficult question to answer. Maybe there isn't one. Maybe they're born that way. Duo bit his lip. Tears stung his eyes. It had been four days since he'd seen Heero. Four days that felt like an eternity. Heero's parents had taken him out of MY, as well, and both of them had been pretty much forbidden to leave the house. After all, they were the youngest members of their families. There has to be a way we can fix this, he typed. Please talk to your father. I'll talk to mine. As soon as he hit send, someone knocked on his door. For once Damia didn't wait for an invitation to enter before opening the door and closing it behind her. "I'm sorry, Duo," she said, "but there's something I have to talk to you about. It can't wait." Annoyed, Duo looked up to tell her yes it could. Then he saw the look in her eye and rethought his retort. She looked deadly serious, and there were so many emotions in her countenance he couldn't begin to place them all. I'm sorry, but I have to go, he said quickly, and closed his laptop. "What?" he said, hoping that didn't sound too short. She sat down on his bed. "There is something I haven't told you, and I probably wouldn't be telling you now except that I learned something recently that changes things." Duo frowned. "What?" Sighing, Damia brushed her hair back. "For several years now I've been in contact with Phylia Yuy. She's Heero's older sister. The two of us have been trying to find ways to end the blood feud between our families, and we did actually come up with a plan. Then Tarwyn went and shot Vethryn and fouled up our timeline." Duo stared at her, completely caught off-guard. She had Phylia Yuy? He didn't know her at all, but she was a Yuy after all. So there were at least two of them who wanted this insane feud to end. "Further, I know you're in love with Heero Yuy." His blood turned to ice. Her expression was strange. How did she know? How could she possibly know? What would she do about it? If she knew, who else knew? Would she tell their father? Did he know? "I . . . what did . . . why . . ." Duo could not string words together to form a sentence or coherent question. Her eyes were still so grave. "Don't worry, Mother and Father don't know. Phylia and I figured it out together. Duo, you can't love him. Even if our plan still manages to succeed, there isn't any chance you two could possibly make it work. You're the heirs of our families. I'm thrilled that you two found a way to get along, but you couldn't have picked a worse time to fall in love with him of all people. Even one of his first cousins would have been better. You're still young, so I'm sure you haven't stopped to consider the ramifications of this—" "I don't care about that!" Duo cut her off, rising to his feet. "I don't care why our families hate each other, I don't care what so-and-so did to whom, I don't care if Heero's father killed every Maxwell in the family! I care about him, Damia. Not his title, not his name, not his history, not his legacy. Just him! I love him, and I'm tired of feeling like it's wrong! I love him. I just want to be with him!" Damia's eyes were chips of hazel ice as she rose, too. He'd never seen such a cold expression, at least not turned on him. "You can't, Duo. Promise me you will never try to contact him again. If you do, I will tell our father that you spent the holiday with him, and he'll make sure you two never hear from each other again. I'm sorry, but there isn't any other way. Promise me!" The last whole pieces of Duo's heart broke apart. The
tears that had been threatening to fall for days finally welled up.
Pushing past her, he fled his room. She was his last hope, and now
she was gone, too.
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