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"For You, I Will "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, violence, torture, abuse, character death (sort of), misuse of electricity, telepathy, politics, Sci-fi, crossover, AU Pairings: 1x2, other Summary: Crossover w/ Stargate: SG-1. On an alien
planet, Colonel Jack O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 find a sick young
man and take him home. Unwittingly unleashing a great threat on the
SGC as the boy isn't all he seems . . . " For You, I Will "
Waking brought something to Duo that had become foreign. Warmth. He felt really good for the first time in a very long time. And not just because he felt markedly recovered. A warm, strong, hard body was wrapped so tightly around him he could barely move, and he closed his eyes again to just feel. Heero. In his mind, holding him physically. All around him. Heero made a soft sound and shifted, and his lover's presence increased even more. "Mm, morning," Heero purred in his ear, nibbling around the shell. It tickled, making Duo giggle, and he wriggled around to face the older boy. "Make love to me?" he whispered, closing the tiny distance between them and sealing their mouths together. The kiss deepened, Heero's tongue sweeping through his mouth and tasting every inch. It was as if his love wanted to discover him again, as if it were their first time all over again. "I want to," Heero against his lips, "but we're still in the infirmary. What if Doctor Fraiser walked in?" "She'd get an eyeful," Duo said, giggling and nibbling around Heero's jaw. "Eyeful of what?" the woman herself asked. She didn't startle Duo. Though he'd not quite sensed her, Heero had. Duo gave her a bright grin. "Me an' Heero naked," he explained. She looked surprised for a minute, then she started laughing. "Ah, I see. You are teenage boys. Heero, can you unwind yourself so I can check him over? My nurse will give you another shot, and if I'm satisfied with what I see there's no reason to keep you two in here." Heero blinked. "That easily?" he said as he slithered off the bed and sat on the edge of the adjacent. Doctor Fraiser smiled down at Duo. "That easily. From what I can see, you boys are far more able to take care of each other than I can in here with all my fancy equipment." Duo held still while she did her checking and examining. Her hands were warm and kind, and he quietly enjoyed the motherly affection rolling off her. He felt well. Safe and whole and unbelievably good. She smoothed his scrub top back into place. "Aside from the malnutrition and weight loss, you're remarkably recovered, young man." "Good!" Duo chirped. "Can I take a shower then? I feel like I haven't had one in twenty years." She laughed softly. "Of course. I had Sam bring up some fresh BDUs for you. They'll be too big, but we'll get some proper fitting ones for you soon. General Hammond wanted the five of you to join him in the briefing room today after lunch to talk about these Gundams." "Yes, he should know all about them if we're to build a small arsenal," Heero agreed. The thought of the Gundams made Duo shudder a little, then the pretty doctor pointed them to the showers. Heero pulled Duo inside, locked the door, and faced him with love and desire and need burning in his cobalt eyes. He slowly advanced on Duo, pushing him further into the small bathroom toward the shower. He flicked on the fan as he passed it, then leaned down until his lips were touching Duo's ear. "It was torture for me," he breathed, "watching you and being unable to touch you. I thought I'd never be able to hold you again." His arms went around Duo. "To kiss you." He feathered kisses down his neck. "To make love to you." Duo moaned faintly when Heero's body pinned him up against the shower wall. His whole body trembled wildly with need, practically delirious with want. He couldn't believe this was real, that this was happening, that they could finally, finally make each other complete again. Their minds fused even as their mouths and bodies met and merged. Clothing was an unwanted barrier and it disappeared with startling speed. Heero turned on the water as he pushed Duo hard into the shower wall, trying to get closer. Duo clung to him, wanting everything and anything Heero gave. They'd barely touched and both were achingly aroused, hard and ready. Heero pushed his hips between Duo's thighs by bending his knees, and when he straightened up, Duo yelped when it forced his feet off the floor. Knowing what his lover wanted, he wrapped his legs around Heero's waist and let him bear his weight. "I love you, Duo," Heero hissed in his ear, sounding almost pained. "I love you too," Duo panted, sucking in a sharp breath when a single, slick finger probed against his entrance and slid inside him. Soap, he thought dizzily. Heero didn't draw it out like he normally would. He was too desperate for the physical joining to tease his younger lover. He was thorough, but it had been long enough that Duo felt a sting of pain when Heero finally judged him ready and eased up into him. Duo wrapped his arms tightly around Heero's shoulders, barely able to breathe through the thick steam and the sensation of penetration after so long. Sex, Duo thought hazily, was for people who weren't in love. That term was too simple, too basic, too animalistic to describe what they were doing right now. Sex was about satisfying the carnal desires of the flesh. And while it certainly felt good, Duo's body was of far lesser importance than everything else that came along with this act with this boy holding him up and trapping him and piercing his body, his heart, his mind, and his soul. A physical act made the mental joining stronger, deeper, more intense, more real. Just as Heero had filled his body, he filled his mind. They didn't move for a long, long time. This was the part Duo craved the most. Simply holding each other and feeling their mutual love. Feeling the burn down at the base of his spine, feeling tingles race to every nerve ending in his body, feeling Heero's unwavering strength because he was the only reason the pair of them didn't tumble to the floor. Feeling Heero's heat brand him. Gradually the desperation ebbed. Heero's emotions calmed to their normal state of control. His breathing slowed and evened out as everything was restored to its proper place. Duo felt his muscles begin to tense, knowing what was coming next. Heero had the stamina of a machine, and he always dragged things out until Duo felt ready to break down and beg. Something which Heero seemed to love. Heero brushed kisses over Duo's cheek. "I'll never leave you again," he whispered, shifting Duo in his arms. Duo whimpered when it caused him to rub around inside him. "Okay. If you do, take me with you." "I will," Heero promised, and those were the only words spoken. o0o 0o0 Jack took his traditional place at General Hammond's right in the briefing room after lunch. All five boys had gathered right on time, filing in with Heero in the lead. The kid looked better than ever, though he was still too thin. And his best friend (still a little shy of the word lover) looked as good as Jack had ever seen him look. The color was back in his face, his eyes were bright and alert, and he moved without a trace of pain. He found himself wondering how they would look in their prime, all five of them as confident and capable as they could and should be. And just kids. Heero's eyes immediately sought the general, and Jack couldn't quite stop the smile. He wasn't as dumb as he led people to believe; that was real affection in Heero's eyes. The kid liked the general. Probably saw him as a fatherly-type figure. Well, Hammond was up to that task. And judging by the smile Hammond gave Heero, he was quite ready for the job. Everyone sat down. "All right people," the general said, "we have a lot to discuss so let's get started. It's been brought to my attention that you boys want to be made an SG team, correct?" "Yes, sir," Heero said. "We were separated for a long time, and we don't want to be again." Hammond nodded. "I've talked it over with the President, and he agrees. The five of you will all join SG teams for some field training, and after I feel you've understood our mission and will represent Earth to the best of your abilities, I will form a new SG team for you. Heero, you will of course be the field leader." Heero inclined his head. "All of you will at one point be assigned to SG-1," Hammond continued, "though one at a time. I'm convinced your abilities will allow you to learn much quicker than anyone would expect, but I'd like to be sure of your competence and confidence before sending you out on your own." "Yes, sir," the five boys all said. "I'll work out the finer details when Doctor Fraiser clears you all for active duty," Hammond concluded. "Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei, you three are cleared. Heero and Duo, you two aren't." He held up a hand when Heero opened his mouth. "It's true you've recovered much faster than our treatment would allow, but you both are suffering from severe malnutrition and vitamin deficiencies. Get used to it, it's the way we do things around here." Jack grinned to himself at how quickly Heero subsided. "Doctor Fraiser?" Hammond said, nodding to her. She folded her hands. "I'd like to create complete medical files for all five of you before you start active duty," she said, "so that if you're injured in the field I'll be able to treat you properly. Heero, you went a long way toward compiling medical information on your race, but there are a lot of gaps. I'd like to give all five of you a complete physical, full blood work-up, CAT scans, neuro scans, the works. It will take some time, but it'll be worth it in the long run." Heero nodded. "We can give you all the information you need. With our genetic memory, each of us possesses full knowledge of our physiological make-up." Fraiser nodded. "I'd also like to have complete records of your psionic abilities." The five boys exchanged quick glances, and Jack could see wariness on each of their faces. Finally, Heero looked at her again. "All right." "No one here will hurt you, son," Hammond said gently. Heero met the general's eyes, and the anxiety seemed to melt away. "I know, sir." "Good," Hammond said brusquely. "Now, we'd like to hear a detailed analysis of these Gundams." It surprised Jack a little, but Heero deferred to Wufei. The black-haired boy placed his palms flat on the table. "Trowa and I drew up some schematics, but before that there's something you need to know. The five us flew the last five Gundams of our people before we went to Desaine, but we eventually decided to destroy them." When he didn't go on, Jack asked, "Why?" Wufei took a deep breath. "They're powerful weapons," he said, "capable of great destruction. But they're highly dangerous weapons. They were created using an extremely sophisticated AI that reacts to the host pilot, anticipates his or her desires and acts on them so the host pilot doesn't have to waste time manipulating controls or inputing commands." Jack raised an eyebrow, impressed. "How is that possible?" Carter asked. Wufei glanced at her. "It requires an invasive neurological link with the host pilot. They were specifically designed for use by the N'saian, so we couldn't make Gundams that humans could pilot. They would be too clumsy and slow." "So what makes them so dangerous?" Jack asked, feeling like they were a tad off topic. Wufei looked at Heero, and something passed between them. "The AI is an extremely sophisticated program," the black-haired kid repeated. "It was designed to anticipate the desires of its host pilot. It's a learning program, Colonel. We were beginning to have exert tremendous amounts of focus and energy to control them. The program was actually beginning to try and control us." Well, shit. "And do you have some way of addressing that problem?" General Hammond asked. Now Wufei looked embarrassed. "Well, we were hoping Major Carter could help us with that." Carter blinked. "Me? From what I've seen, you five know a lot more than I do, especially about your own creations." Something passed between the boys again, and now Wufei deferred to Quatre. The blonde kid leaned forward. "Please don't take offense, Major, but we . . . ah, our technological knowledge is somewhat . . . proving a hinderance for once," he said, a hint of pink rising in his cheeks. Jack raised an eyebrow, but Carter just chuckled. "In other words, you'd like someone who can dumb it down for you," she said. All five boys flushed. "I would never say that," Quatre said. "But in essence, that's right," Duo piped up, giving Carter quite a sweet little grin. Which, Jack thought with a grin of his own, somehow alleviated the awkward tension. Little charmer. "So that should take priority before actual construction," he said, looking to Hammond for approval. "Since Doc Fraiser can only work on one of you at a time, the other four of you can help Carter with that." "Daniel can help me," the doctor said. "You five will all need psyche evaluations as well, and Daniel can help prepare you." Which made Daniel light up like the fourth of July, Jack noticed wryly. His linguist would never say no to learning more about a new race, a new culture. "It's final, then," Hammond said, sounding satisfied. "Doctor Jackson, you and Doctor Fraiser can begin your work right away with Heero and Duo. Quatre, I'd like you to begin working with Major Carter, and Jack, I'm sending Wufei and Trowa with you and Teal'c on a basic mission to one of our offworld outposts for field training." "General, it would be best if I worked with Major Carter -" Heero began. "Son, you and Duo are still recovering from a long and painful experience," Hammond gently-but-firmly cut him off, "and I'm not fully convinced you're as recovered as you believe. Until that time, I want you two to stay close to Doctor Fraiser and the infirmary, taking it easy. There will be plenty of time for you to work with Major Carter." I'm going to have to remember how he does that, Jack thought to himself as once more, Heero subsided. That kid would be a real handful. He could tell. Then Heero looked at him. "I have another suggestion," he said. "We can teach all of you some basic mental exercises that will help you control and shield errant thoughts. Colonel O'Neill expressed some concern about us overhearing private thoughts." Giving Jack a look of petulance. Yep. Handful. Hammond seemed to notice something significant pass between boy and man, because he had a hint of a grin as he nodded. "I have no problems with that. Are there any questions, people?" When no one had any, he rose. "Good. SG-1, you disembark tomorrow at 0900. Trowa, Wufei, I expect you to be geared and ready for your first offworld orientation." "Yes, sir," both of them said. Jack reminded himself to teach them how to salute. It
was the proper way, after all, to show the general the respect he
was due.
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