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"Destination Eden"Written By: Lisa-chan
Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, shounen-ai, voyeurism, slight
het, blood, angst, sap, OOCness, Relena-bashing, OC, AU on Duo’s
behalf. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2+OC, 4x3
implied Summary: AC\200. The war is over, total peace
reigns. Heero loves Duo. Duo loves Heero. Only neither one is aware
of the others feelings. Who will make them find out? Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This fic is a rewritten version
of a fic I once wrote, called Nobody’s perfect. Some might recognize
it. I’ve added parts of both Duo and Heero’s past, Duo about
his life on the street, Heero about his harsh training with Doctor
J. The original story, the one in their present lives, basically stayed
the same. I’ve also added a prologue and epilogue. I have indicated
AU on Duo’s behalf, especially concerning his past. No Maxwell
church, no sister Helen, no Sweepers on his fourteen years old. He
did meet Solo. But I’m gonna stop rambling now before I give
everything away. Don’t let the het scare you away, I promise
some good boys on boys action ahead ^_~ Well, enjoy! Reviews would
be nice. Thoughts in Italics ~o~O~o~ indicates flashback Thousands of thanks to Shenlong for the beta reading
^_^ ~*~*~ Destination Eden
Chapter 11 From that moment on, his life took a turn for the worst. Before him he could now see two paths, but no matter which one he would choose to take, either way, it would have a snowball-effect. He could stop, or at least try to stop caring about Duo, but he knew that this would, sooner or later, result in a nervous breakdown or suicide. Or he could pay no heed to the prohibition to love, but then he would live in constant fear of Doctor J. It would be a dreadful game of cat and mouse of which only Doctor J would decide when to forfeit. Two roads, but the happy medium Heidi had been talking about, he could not see. No, she didn’t know what Doctor J was capable of. One way or another, he had made it back to his work. He wanted to go back to his friends. He hadn’t even taken care of his injuries yet. The emotional pain hurt a thousand times more. Trembling and barely able to stand on his feet, he went, or rather limped back to his office to bandage his bleeding wrists a bit, and to soothe the aching wounds all over his body with some ointment. In front of him stood a huge dilemma. Just when he was determined to shoot Duo, his mind switched back to kicking Doctor J in the butt, as dangerous as that might be. At the moment he was about to enter his office, he had a rather strong tendency to head one office ahead and turn his heart into the lead he would shoot, but that thought scattered before it got a chance to attach itself to his brain when he saw Duo, beautiful, merry Duo, together with his girlfriend, darting toward him with an expression of utmost concern on his face. His funny braid bounced ridiculously behind him, and at once an overwhelming urge to fling his arms around his neck and burst out in tears against his warm and soothing chest, surfaced. It took the greatest effort to push that comforting thought away and not to go acting like a childish brat, like Duo could be sometimes, but he succeeded. “Dear God, what has happened to you?!” Duo cried. “Has Doctor J done that?!” Heidi asked anxiously. He lowered his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. A gaze, which he knew wasn’t there, but could appear any moment, burned into his back, and the unpleasant feeling that he was being watched hung over him like a heavy shadow, hindering his breathing. “Let’s get inside,” he said in a quiet voice, nodding his head towards the door of his office. The first thing he did when they were inside, was reach for the bandages and the tube of ointment, which he could find blindly by now. Still a habit from the earlier days. He always kept bandages and ointment close to him. Duo watched as Heero hopped on one foot to one of the cupboards. The other leg hanging in the air. Between shoe and pants, he could see a bit of sock. This morning it must’ve been white. Now it was red. “Hee-chan…” Duo said almost breathlessly. Heero tensed where he stood, his back turned to the couple. The nickname pained his ears. In his head he heard that same nickname, only filled with an unbearable pain and a reproaching disappointment. “What’s wrong, Hee-chan?” Duo said. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that any longer,” he replied. “What do you mean?” Duo asked, starting to feel pretty disquieted. He thought, now they were a couple, he wouldn’t mind any more about that nickname. “Why not?” The panic in his voice made Heero smile, in spit of his pain. Endearing how he worried about their dangerous, early relationship. “Don’t be afraid. I still love you. Doctor J can torture me any way he wishes, I’ll never kill you.” I’ll never kill you. Those words just had to sound absurd in Duo’s ears. Very absurd. Absurd and without reason. I’ll never kill you. Words that flogged Duo’s heart, to know he actually walked around with that thought in head. Heero kill him? Explanation was due. “Hee-chan…” Mental punch. Heero! “Heero, why would you kill me?” Crazy old scientist, falling in love with the risk of bleeding wrists. Let the pieces of the puzzle fall together. “Because you feel, Heero? Because you love me?” Heero turned around again and looked with dazed blue in the violet of Duo’s eyes. “Duo,” he said. “What do you do when you have the one person you have longed for the most?” “Dunno,” Duo said shrugging. “Humping like hell?” It was the Duo from present day that felt compassion for him, but the Duo from earlier days that had spoken. Heero heard Heidi chuckling, but he continued as if his words had been blown away before they had reached his ears. “You take everything for granted. You feel happy. So happy that you go blind and become reckless. You live with your head up in the clouds, but through those clouds you can no longer distinguish dream from reality. You take things less seriously, and that can lead to grave mistakes.” Heidi hadn’t meant to chuckle. She felt sorry for the boy, no doubt about that. No, it had been Duo who had made her laugh. Simple guy. Humping like hell. The notorious Duo from earlier days was making his comeback. “Heero, what are you trying to say?” she asked carefully. As if waking up from a daze, Heero blinked and looked down at his wrists. “It can injure you. Body and soul. It can scare you. I’m scared, Duo. I don’t dare to love you anymore.” “What are you saying, you silly guy?” Duo asked, running his fingers through his silken, dark-brown locks. “If we close that door, and shut those curtains, no-one will ever know what we’re doing here.” “See, that’s were you’re mistaken,” he said, his eyes strangely cold. “What?” Duo asked sheepishly. “Haven’t you ever noticed that the walls in this building are paper-thin? You can hear almost everything through them.” “You can’t be serious about that!” Duo yelped with a catch in his voice, blushing to the roots of his hair. “Oh believe me, I am.” With a stupid look on his face, he turned to Heidi. “What are you looking at me like that for? You think I knew?!” she wailed, also with a deep shade of pink on her cheeks. “You see what I mean?” Heero said. “Reckless, indeed,” Duo sighed. Heidi blinked her eyes. Amongst Duo and Heero’s bickering, she was suddenly aware of a dripping sound. She looked around in confusion, determined to find out where the sound was coming from, until she saw what it was from the corner of her eye. Scarlet drops, falling on the floor and pooling between Heero’s feet. “Heero,” she said. “Your wrists.” The two boys promptly shut their mouths. Heero hadn’t been paying attention to it anymore, so accustomed he was to pain. But she was right. They had to be taken care of, or they would get worse. “Please Heero, let me fix it.” “Hai, thank you,” he said, sitting down in a chair and laying the bandages on his desk. She wet a cloth to cleanse his wounds, and as she did so, she threw a glance at the tube of ointment. It was almost empty, but she paid no heed to that, since his wrists were her first concern. As she kneeled in front of him however, her mouth almost literally fell open when she saw how many burns he had. She had already noticed some, but had no idea there were so many. His arms and legs were practically littered with them, and as far as she could see his trunk as well. Even his face. “God, Heero,” she whispered in awe. “You’ll never have enough ointment for all those burns.” She got up again and pushed the cloth into Duo’s hands. “I’ll go fetch some more. There should still be some in the first aid kit. Now Duo,” she still said to the boy, like a teacher to her pupil, before running to their own office, “You disinfect those wounds thoroughly before you bandage them.” Then she darted away and left the two of them alone. Disinfect? Oh? Usually he would’ve wrapped the bandages around his wrists without cleaning them at all, and only now did it dawn upon him that that was probably the reason why he always had troubles when he was wounded himself. Unlike the fact that he thought himself clever at times, this once again proved he was wrong. Why did he always insist on taking care of his wounds himself anyway? Hadn’t Solo taught him anything? He shook his head clear of the thoughts, drew a chair opposite of Heero and took one of his hands in his. Heero flinched only a little when the cloth was gently rubbed against his wrist to wash the blood away. A burning anger awakened inside of Duo. That man who dared to call himself Heero’s foster father had hurt him. How was it possible that someone attached so little value to a person’s life, that someone could torture another person because things weren't the way they wished them to be. To torture. The mere thought he even had to use that word. They were living in the year After Colony 200, no longer the time of the Spanish inquisition. Let him combine that mere thought with the boy he loved, and it was enough to make rage flourish. I hereby swear to you, Heero Yuy, that Doctor J will pay for this. He wanted to ask him something, but he had to bite his tongue not to call him by his nickname again. “Heero,” he said. “Hn.” “Why don’t you want me to call you Hee-chan anymore?” Heero kept on staring blankly in front of him to the silver crucifix dangling down from Duo’s neck and seemed pretty reluctant to give him an answer on that. He didn’t want Duo to know exactly what Doctor J had done to him. Oh, but wait. Duo was on his side. He had a right to know. Just when Duo was about to pose his question again, ‘coz he needed to know, Heero began to speak. “He has done everything in his power to make me stop loving you. Not only has he punished me physically, he also has tried to contort my mind. He has drugged me with something, and that caused me to have visions where I did horrible things to you. Don’t ask me what, you don’t want to know. But he can’t make me stop loving you. No one can. It’s only that when you call me Hee-chan, it reminds me of those visions. That’s the only reason, I swear.” When he was done confessing, he looked up to Duo’s face, and had to chuckle at the expression of shock displayed on it. “Duo, I’m still alive, you know,” he smiled, ruffling Duo’s hair with his free hand, but smearing his cheek with blood in the process. Duo wiped the blood off with his finger and looked at it. “If you call this a life…” Heero’s smile faded and his irresolute gaze rested upon Duo as he proceeded to clean his wrist. When he had bandaged both wrists and ankle, Heero gave a little, contented sigh. “Thank you, love. You know, Kami-sama’s a good man for giving you to me,” he said. Slightly confused, Duo looked up at him. Who’s Kami-sama?” he asked. “That’s God,” he replied, softly tugging at the rosary and venturing a kiss. Duo smiled and bent over to meet Heero’s soft lips with his own. You’re welcome, Heero, the kiss said. His hand went roaming through his hair, further down and was only satisfied when he had reached his neck. Through his parted lips, his tongue sneaked inside Heero’s mouth, and he found no objection as he found his boyfriend’s tongue. Heero jumped slightly when he heard the door opening. He tried to pull away and look aside. Doctor J! “You guys are just so adorable.” Not exactly something Doctor J would say. Duo was quick to re find Heero’s lips once he saw he was reassured. A quick glance shot to Heidi’s hand. Found the ointment? Fine. She enjoyed seeing it, even though it was just a simple kiss. He knew that. Heero knew that too, and soon he felt the boy relaxing in his arms again. Lips teased, warm velvet dueled in each other’s mouths, hands danced over needy bodies. A dance that could last forever. Duo heard Heero moaning, purring like a contented cat. The finest music. Another moan, so pretty. And another one, so… alarmed? His muscles. Why so tensed? His eyes. Why so scared? He pulled his head back to see what the hell was going on. Heidi! Where was that mischief on two legs? What had she been up to this time? Heidi recognized the acid glance Duo threw at her. She looked back with eyes that radiated innocence. Really, she hadn’t done anything. I plead innocent! Innocent, my ass, Duo thought. Just look at the boy. He’s trembling all over, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing heavy and his look extremely frightened. Alright, revision of the pleading, this couldn’t have been her doing. There was more to this. A lot more. “Heero? What on earth is the matter with you?” Duo asked, concern clearly woven through his question. “I have… seen you,” Heero stammered. “Well yeah, I’m sitting right in front of you,” Duo stated simplistically. Heero urgently grabbed his shoulders and shook his head. “No, no, you don’t understand,” he said. “I’ve had another one of those visions. You were standing with you hands tied and…” “Wow!” Duo interrupted him. “Me with my hands tied? Shyeah right, that would be the day!” “Duo, let him finish,” Heidi grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Oh, so we’re gonna broadcast bedroom secrets now? “Hold your tongue,” he muttered “Go on, Heero. What else did you see?” “That’s everything. It was only a flash. Either way, it was very obvious to me that it was not being tied up in the way Heidi meant. You were scared. But I don’t know why.” Duo didn’t quite know what to think about that, or how to feel. Should he be disquieted now, or was he just fooling around? The expression on Heero's face told him otherwise, though. “It must be the after effect of that foul drug,” Heero sighed, burying his face in his hands. “God, how I hate that twisted lunatic. The war stopped ages ago, even the Gundams were destroyed. But does he leave me in peace? No. Just when I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, that I could finally try to let you know how I feel, he pops up again, like an evil little devil, and keeps on forbidding me to love.” Compassion filled Duo’s heart and he tenderly closed his arms around the sobbing boy. “Heero…” he said softly. There, he had his warm and soothing chest to cry against and it was like a heaven’s gift, not only the chest, but mostly the owner of that chest. “Duo,” he said softly, looking up at him. “Will you teach me how to love?” “I don’t have to,” Duo replied, giving him a loving smile. “Because you already know.” “I do?” “Of course you do. You can love, more than you can imagine. And you’ve already proven that more than enough. Two nights ago, you made love to me, and later that night, I made love to you. Now, did that feel good, Heero?” “You bet it did,” he smiled. “For the first time in my life, I experienced how true love felt.” “Ouch, I guess Relena wouldn’t be very pleased to hear that,” Heidi said, pulling him away from Duo, so she could remove his shirt. “You know what? Relena can kiss my ass!” he suddenly shouted, an expression of realization coming over his face before he had even finished his sentence. “Oh my God, did I just say that?” Duo smiled to see him obviously less tense. Another swift kiss, then he stood up and took the old tube of ointment. As grateful Heero was, fear reared its head again. Something told him that this would happen a lot from now on. “Thanks, you guys. I can pull it off on my own from here,” Heero said, standing and leading them to the door. “Na-ah, sit!” Heidi commanded. “We’re gonna help you. How else will do your back?” “But… if Doctor J finds out…” he whined, peering nervously at the door. “I’m sure he’s back already.” Stubborn as he was, Duo took Heero’s hand and pulled him back to his chair. “Now, you listen to me, Heero Yuy. Maybe he can forbid you not to care, but he doesn’t have control over us. We can care about you as much as we want,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, let the two of us nurse you.” Thereupon he carried him in his arms to the chair, and Heero had to admit, that got his heartbeat going. He saw Heidi frowning in surprise. He failed to see the reason, though. The cool salve on his heated and battered skin felt good and made Heero gasp. It softened the pain instantly, and not only that pain. Also the pain he felt inside from the many years battle he had fought with himself, but that wasn’t the ointment’s doing. Duo, foolish guy. He too didn’t know what Doctor J was capable of. Heidi’s voice startled both boys out of their cozy chattering. On Heero it at least had the effect of a slight heart attack. This couldn’t be healthy. “Doctor J!” she yelled. “What?!” he yelled alarmed, looking around. “See, I told you that…” “Look, he’s over there!” she said, pointing her finger out of the window. “He’s going away!” Heero and Duo both hurried over to the window, careful Doctor J didn’t see them, and indeed saw him heading for his car. Still he threw a mysterious glance up to his window, as if he knew somehow that Heidi and Duo were there. Then he drove off the parking lot. “Did you see?! Did you see him glancing?” Heero said nervously. “He knows you’re here! Now I’m done for!” “Rubbish!” Duo said. “We’ve been quiet. He can’t have heard that. Besides, his office is at the other end of the corridor.” “Yes, and I was very cautious when I went looking for the salve. I’m absolutely sure he didn't seen me,” Heidi said. “See, Heero? It was only your imagination, really. So what do you say?” Duo grinned, turning to him with his ever mischievous look. “Lock that door? Shut those curtains?” Oh, when the cat’s away… Heero turned to him with an angry stare. “Duo, I told Heidi just this weekend we have to be careful, and you want to do it here, in the office, with paper thin walls, where everyone can hear us?” “Heero, there isn't a lot of people pass by in the hall. And what are you worrying about anyway? As long I’m with you, nothing can happen, right?” “Yes, I saw that this morning. Look what happened.” “This morning we weren’t prepared. Should something happen now, you just have to holler and I’m here.” Duo brought all his arguments into play and looked at him oh, so sweet. “Please Heero?” Heero had been putting his foot down. That last argument had made said foot slip. He fell figuratively at Duo’s feet. “Alright,” he sighed, smiling. He darted to the door, while Heidi and Duo shoved the curtains shut. He hunted through his modest bunch of keys for the right key. “That’s odd,” he said. “My key is gone.” “Don’t you have a spare one?” Heidi asked. “Yes, I have. But then where did the original go? It couldn’t just have fallen off, right?” “Oh, you probably lost it, Hee-chan. Happened to me once,” Duo said. “Yes, you…” Heero said casually, moving to a bookcase and getting on his knees so he could look under it. “Are you insinuating with that, Heero Yuy, that I’m a fucking slob?” “A fucking slob who’s good at fucking,” Heero agreed smiling. “Well, I’ll be damned!” he exclaimed. “That one’s gone too.” “Maybe you’ve just misplaced it,” Heidi said. “No, I always put it…” he began, but Heidi didn’t leave him any time to worry about the key-issue. She was already pondering on how to lock that door. “Duo, do you have any idea on how we’re gonna lock the door now?” “Don’t worry” he said with a lot of bravado. “If I can get a little help from the two of you, then I’m sure I can drag that desk in front of the door.” “You sure?” Heidi said, tilting her head a bit at the piece of furniture. “It looks heavy.” “Don’t underestimate a former Gundam pilot. Come on, Heero. Let’s show her what we’re made o-ooh, that’s right. Your wrists.” “Well now, isn’t that a shame? Now you’ll have to do it all on your own,” she smirked. And so he began, pushing and pulling, huffing and blowing. And after a lot of cursing, helpless glances and eventually a little help from Heidi, he managed to get the job done. “Heero- get your ass- on that- fucking desk,” he puffed, leaning against the edge, about to collapse. Duo had barely spoken the words, Heidi had already straddled the desk-chair, her elbows leaning upon the back of the chair, waiting for her private peepshow. Aren’t people just little voyeuristic creatures? “Don’t you two look at me like that! You’ve done it before with me watching you, so go on and do it again!” Her statement was simple but, they both had to admit, true, so Duo made another gesture to Heero to move that cute butt of his on that desk. Heero stalked over to him and stood in front of him. “You wish, Maxwell,” he growled. “Huh?” Before he knew it, Heero had smacked him upon the desk, the pain in his wrists seemingly history, and kneeled down to jerk his shoes and socks off his feet. Since Heidi and Duo had massaged his entire body with salve, he was only wearing his boxers, but Duo still was fully dressed. “You little hentai,” he said as he unbuttoned Duo's shirt and took it off. “Enjoy seeing me naked, but you yourself refusing to take your clothes off.” “You… didn’t give me the chance to…” Duo tried to defend himself, but Heero shut him up with a needy kiss full on his mouth, then moved to his ear. “I know,” he whispered. Duo was about to say something, but his comment faded into a low moan as Heero swirled his tongue in his ear. He softly bit his lower lip and held on to Heero’s arms, while the latter pulled his second shirt out of his pants and slid his hands under it to caress his smooth and firm stomach. Just like his first shirt, the second one came off as well, now his perfectly sculpted muscles were exposed to Heero’s sight. In some kind of primitive reflex, Duo clamped his hands down on Heero’s wrists as his fingers teasingly slid from his back, via his waistband to the button of his pants, which elicited a soft gasp from the Japanese. “Duo, mind his wrists. Be careful, will ya,” Heidi carefully interfered. “Never mind, Heidi,” Heero breathed, proceeding to open Duo’s pants, his eyes never letting go of Duo’s. “It’s like Duo said. Never underestimate a Gundam pilot. We can stand a little pain. Right Duo?” “Yyyyyessss, that’s- right!” Duo yelped, when Heero’s hands dove inside and touched his hard member. Duo tried to arch against him, but Heero quickly stepped back and let go of him, not allowing too much friction just yet. Duo whimpered at the loss of body-contact. His whimpering however, soon turned into a wicked grin, when he saw that Heero had only done that so as to take his only remaining clothing off. Finally tired of playing around, Heero removed Duo’s pants and boxers. By that time, Heero had him aroused enough that the need to be penetrated almost overpowered his urge to penetrate himself. He lay back on the desk in a most inviting position, ignoring the unfinished paperwork beneath him, and tried to pull Heero on top of him. Heero pretended to play along with him, so he could, once he was bent over him, grab him under his arms and pull the boy upright with him as he straightened again. He lifted Duo off the desk and looked deeply into those wide, puzzled eyes. “Who’s idea was this again?” Heero said in a low voice. “Oh that’s right. It was yours. So then, what are you waiting for… Shinigami?” he added in a low whisper. To be continued…
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