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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 13 “Oh Duo, I’m so glad you’re still with me,” he cried. “It was only a dream.” “Hush now, my love,” Duo said. “It’s alright.” Heidi looked at the scene, didn’t look for any kind of excitement, for she didn’t expect that any more. She only saw fear in its place. “Maybe you shouldn’t have done this after all,” she whispered to Duo, more a statement than a question. “You can’t conquer a fear if you don’t face it, Heidi,” he whispered back. “But you’re right, it’s been enough for now.” He gently pried Heero’s arms from around his neck and looked him in the eye. “Let’s get dressed.” They put their clothes back on and Duo, yet again, gathered all his force to shove the desk back in place. This time he even managed without Heidi’s help. While Heidi opened the curtains and Duo put some things in order on Heero’s desk, Heero moved to the door to open it. He pushed the doorknob down and pulled it, but the door seemed to be stuck. He pulled a little harder. Still stubborn. No, not stubborn. Now he realized where the keys he had been looking for had gone. “You’re never going to believe this,” he said to his lover and friend, still facing the door. “He's locked me in.” “What did you say, Heero?” Duo asked. Heero furiously turned around and gave a frantic fist blow to the door behind him. “The fucking lunatic has actually locked me up!” “He did *what*?!” Duo shouted. “What do we do now?” Heidi yelled. “I can try to kick down the door,” Duo suggested. “Yeah right, you kicking down a door. You can hardly move a desk on your own,” Heidi smirked. “Oh, give me a break will ya! At least I’m giving idea’s,” he retorted. “Stop arguing, you two,” Heero snapped. “Besides, kicking down the door is a bad idea. Doctor J would either see it as rebellion on my part, or he would know someone has been here to try and set me free.” They racked their brains, all three of them. The silence sounded weird after the noise they had just made. “I know!” Heero yelled. “I’m just thinking of something. Duo, didn't I once give you a key to my office?” Duo snapped his fingers and whooped in triumph. “That’s true! I asked you to keep a spare key to my office in case I lost mine, and God knows that's already happened a few times. Then I suggested it might be wise for you to do the same and give me a spare key to yours.” “Yes, and then I said you would lose that one too, so I wanted to give one to Trowa and Quatre, but somehow, you convinced me that you would keep it,” Heero said, feeling a bit of hope again. “So then, where is it?” Heidi asked. With a stupid face, Duo started to grope his large pockets, but his hands stayed in there for a pretty long time. Hanky, coins, was that chewing gum? “Just a sec. It should be… Hold on… It must be…” “Now, don’t go telling me…” Heidi began. “You’ve lost it, haven’t ya?” Heero finished her sentence. “No, I’m absolutely positive I have it in my pocket. This time I am,” he said, shaking his head and looking down at his pockets. “Yeah, so where is it?” Heero yammered, stooping and almost tearing his pants off him so he could turn the piece of clothing upside down and inside out. “I know your pockets are like humungous, but it has to be in there somewhere.” “Heero, stop tugging at my pants like that, will ya?” Duo shouted, desperately clutching the waistband of his pants. “Maybe you have a hole in your pocket?” “No, there is no hole whatsoever in my pockets! Let go of my pants!” “Okay, so maybe there’s no hole in your pocket, but my key isn’t there either!” he growled frustrated. “Oh! Oh, I found it!” “You still have it?” Heero said, suitably impressed. “You still have it?” Duo repeated sarcastically, heading for the door to open it. “Fucking slob.” “Fucking slob who’s good at fucking.” “That’s right.” “I’ll remember that.” “Now, go on, out you two,” Heero smiled with a quick pat to Duo’s buttocks. The door opened and curious blue green eyes greeted them. “I didn’t know you two were together!” Quatre trumpeted with a bright smile on his face. Quatre’s yelling sounded like a thunderclap in a clear blue sky in Heero’s ears. Before the little blonde knew what happened Heero had jerked him and Trowa, who was naturally with him, but didn’t say anything, inside of his office. “Shut up!” Heero hissed between his teeth. “As few people as possible can know about it! Quatre, did you hear me?! Only you, Trowa and Wufei!” “And by the way, how do you know that we're together?” Duo meddled. “Quatre, have you been eavesdropping?” “Ehm… If I said no, would you believe me?” he asked, all the innocence he could muster displayed on his face. “Oh Quatre!” Duo wailed. “Don’t make such a fuss about it,” Trowa defended his angelic lover. “I haven’t been eavesdropping, and I know it too.” Isn’t that weird now? How did he know that? Oh yeah, paper thin walls, his mind reminded him. “Alright Quatre? No one,” Heero resumed his lecture. “I will tell Wufei, but you, shut your mouth!” he said with his stern and ice-cold eyes. But it didn’t scare Quatre. He maintained his happy grin and nodded his head. “All right, Heero. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” “I’m serious, Quatre. Not a person. And why the hell are you grinning like that?” Quatre folded his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels. “We heard you guys,” he sniggered. “You do realize what that means,” Heidi said with a sly grin on her lips, sitting on the windowsill and absent-mindedly gazing out of the window. Quatre’s rocking stopped and his grin faltered. “What? What are you talking about?” he asked sheepishly. Duo stalked over to him and sneaked his arm around his slender waist. “Ah… Trowa… Oh God.. Oooh!” he perfectly imitated, swaying his hips softly against Quatre’s frail frame and looking challengingly at Trowa. “Sound pretty familiar, ne?” He watched in amusement how the cheeks of the little blonde in his arm turned a deep shade of pink. “You heard us too,” he said softly. “God Trowa, they have heard us too.” “Yes, I heard what you said, Quatre. You don’t need to actually repeat it,” Trowa said soberly, although his face also had a slightly crimson hue. “Oh, but you don’t have to be ashamed of such things. It’s only natural,” Duo said, sauntering back to his Japanese lover and yanking his waist against his. “We’re not ashamed of that either, are we Hee-chan?” “No, we’re not,” he breathed against Duo’s neck, turned on by the sudden closeness. “Just careful.” He knew Heidi was sitting by the window, so she could warn them anytime. In that secure knowledge he allowed Duo to press his lips to his own and push his tongue inside his mouth. Roving hands went over Duo’s back and strong fingers clawed in his auburn braid. Only now did the other couple noticed the bandages around Heero’s wrists, but neither of them said anything about it. “Eh Heero…” Heidi suddenly said, shooting upright. Her only answer was a muffled sound to express Heero’s discomfort for interrupting him now. “As much as I hate to disturb you two guys, I think you might want to know this.” Quatre went standing next to her by the window and gave a sudden cry of recognition. “Hey! That’s Doctor J’s car, isn’t it?!” Thereupon Heero pushed Duo away, his eyes instantly switching from lust to panic, alarm, shock, so hard he fell backwards and Trowa had to catch him in his arms. “All of you, get out of here. Now!” he hissed in panic. Duo and Heidi didn’t need to be told twice, for they knew now what damage Doctor J could do to the poor boy. But still Quatre kept dawdling a bit. “Why? I don’t understand,” he said confused, looking around. “Move!!” Heero shouted urgently, pushing Quatre and Trowa out of his door. “Duo, you lock my door!” “Why me? You have the key.” “Here you have it,” he hissed, pushing the key in his hands, about to go crazy. “If he finds that key on me, then I’m done for!” After a quick glance down the corridor, he shut his door, and was only satisfied when he heard the soft click of the lock. Only then he ventured to breathe a small sigh of relieve. He hurried to take a seat behind his desk and pretended to do some work, but his mind was distracted. Something wasn’t right, something was missing on his desk. The contents of his head might’ve been contorted and beaten up, but his memory was still perfect. His lunch. His lunch was gone. “That’s odd, where are my sandwiches?” he questioned himself, looking underneath his paperwork and the by Duo neatly piled up folders, like they would be lying there. All of a sudden the smell from the bag Duo had pushed in front of his mouth just now came back to his mind. Panic all over, again. Desperately he jumped up and jerked his head from side to side. The paper bag wasn’t that far away, right beside his chair in fact. Quickly picked it up. Sandwiches. Where, oh where were his sandwiches? Bag? No. Under his desk? No such luck. Hurry up now. He resorted to hunting along the carpet. The door! Only a few inches away from the door, he saw a huddle of bread and meat smiling at him, ready to be squashed even more than it already was when Doctor J would march right over it. He dared not even think about what he might make of it when he would see that. Everything that was even a wee-bit suspicious had to be avoided. He after all, did know what Doctor J was capable of. As fast as he could, he leapt off his chair, stuffed his blissfully ignorant lunch into the bag, then sprinted back to get his previous position, behind his desk, working. Nothing happened, I’m a good boy. One second later, and it would’ve been too late. The lock clicked back open, and in popped Doctor J’s head. “What do you want?” Heero asked as carelessly as he could. “And why did you lock me up?” His body followed the head into the office. “For your own good,” Doctor J said simply. “To prevent you from doing such foolish things again.” “What I did, and what I desire the most, is not foolish, but perfectly normal, and you know that. You’re just too stubborn to admit it. Why don’t you allow me to love?” “Heero, we have been through this before. You are a Perfect Soldier and perfect soldiers don’t feel, period. You live only when you kill, I can see that.” “Don’t act like you know me,” Heero growled. “You only know what you have made of me, but what I was before that, before you have restricted my feelings so much, that’s something only I know. And you know what? I wanna go back to that, because it felt damn wonderful. You know, Doctor J, once I have killed a little girl and her puppy-dog. It was a very sweet girl, she even gave me a flower. And it wasn’t my purpose to kill her, not at all. It was an accident, but I was to blame. And from that moment on, with every man I killed, I cared less and less, because there is nothing that’s worse or that hurts you more than killing, or even hurting a child. Killing the future. My feelings lessened, but never they were entirely gone. So if you think you have trained me to be a Perfect Soldier, Doctor J, then you are gravely mistaking.” A short silence. Waiting in fear. “I see,” the old man said after a little pause. “Then I haven’t trained you hard enough yet.” And here we go again. “Get it through that thick skull of yours, the war is…” Take a deep breath, count till ten. “You know what? I’m not even gonna start arguing with you. It’s no use, I give up.” “Very good. You see Heero, you shouldn’t deny your true nature,” Doctor J said. “You are a murderer. Always has been, and always will. Killing is not something that is taught to you, but something you have in you. And that was the case with you.” Heero didn’t say anything. He refused to waste any more words on it and just let his comments wash over him. It would’ve been best to just let the old man rattle on. Heero knew what he knew and felt what he felt. There was nothing wrong with what he did. He wouldn’t go to hell, he hadn’t invented aids, he wasn’t garbage in the eyes of God. Finally Doctor J stopped his babbling and paused for a moment. His eyes drifted menacingly through the office, until he had found something different to nag about. “What happened to your lunch, Heero?” Suspicious fingers plucked at the shriveled and almost torn paper bag on his desk. Panic all over, yet again. “Eh… I.. I accidentally dropped a folder on it,” Heero said quickly, the first thing that sprang into mind. He tried not to appear anxious or nervous, but his behavior and the sudden change of his eyes betrayed him far more then he knew, and it would have consequences far worse than he could assess. Doctor J slowly looked down and softly kicked a remained crust aside, which still lay among the crumbs. “Doctor J, where are the keys of my office?” Heero asked, trying to break the tension. He squinted at him through his thick glasses. “Did you have any reason to lock the door then, Heero?” And yes, panic all over. “N-no… I just want to know, that’s all,” he stammered, turning white in his face. “I need to lock my door in the evening when I leave the office, ne?” “That’s true, but not during the day.” He cleared his throat and in his head was brewing a most cunning and cruel plan. “I’ll let you finish your work now,” he said, turning around and moving to the door. Heero blew out a very small sigh and closed his eyes in relieve for a moment. “That’s good,” he said. The door closed. Did he hear that right now? Again the little click of the lock? “Doctor J! Doctor J, no!” he yelled, sprinting for the door and furiously pounding on it. Panic all over? No, despair this time. “Why are you locking me up again?!” he asked. More a reflex actually, he could already guess his answer. “For your own good.” Heero let his head fall down on his chest in defeat and despondently sank through his knees. “You’re at least gonna let me out for lunch, I hope,” he said hoarsely. “I can forget about my sandwiches now.” There was a little silence. Oh, what would he answer on that. “I’ll bring you something,” Doctor J said. “And then you’re gonna lock me up *again*?!” Heero roared. “You don’t have that right! And how long are you gonna keep that up?” “We’ll see within a fortnight.” “What?! Have you gone completely crazy now?!” “No, make that a month.” “A month?! For crying out loud! You stupid, fucking…” “I hear that!” “You should be! What are you taking me for?! You might be responsible for me, but locking me up like some kind of animal just because I love someone is just something you don’t do! We’re not living in the Middle Ages anymore, you know! Doctor J?! Are you still there?!” he yelled, although he realized by now that he was no longer shouting at Doctor J, but at the door itself. Sighing wearily, he got upright again and sauntered back to his desk to do what would be best: finishing his work and staying as calm as could be for now. Take a deep breath, count till ten. Just stay calm. ~*~*~*~ With their mouths hanging open and their ears effectively glued against the wall, they tried to follow the raging conversation in the office next-door. When it was silent at last, the three of them, Heidi, Duo and Quatre (coz Trowa naturally didn’t lower himself to the level of eavesdropping like a little child) slowly straightened again, their eyes big. “Duo, did you hear that?” Heidi asked almost breathlessly. “He’s gonna keep him locked up. He’s gonna prevent any contact with us here at work.” “It’s a disgrace,” Duo said. “And when *I’m* finding something a disgrace, then it really is.” “By the way,” Quatre said. “What was with the bandages?” Duo looked at the platinum-blonde boy and softly grabbed his shoulders. “I said I had my reasons not to start a relationship with him. Well, that was one of them.” “You knew Doctor J would do this?” “I knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but I hadn’t deemed him capable of doing such things, to torture him and actually lock him up like a criminal.” “No one is deemed capable of doing such things,” Heidi said. “But he can’t do this, can he? Lady Une must be crazy to allow all this,” Quatre said, tears filming his orbs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Lady Une doesn’t know anything about this.” “Then we must tell her.” Heidi again. Duo lowered his eyes and softly shook his head. “Even if we do, it wouldn’t help. Doctor J has far more influence than we have. He will talk her into believing him instead of us.” “The police?” Suggestion from Trowa. “Heero will be too afraid to talk. And if we dare to speak up, then it will be our word against his. Besides, Doctor J has built up connections during the war. He can manipulate the whole thing as much as he wishes.” “Then what are we gonna do?” Quatre sighed. “Well Quatre, I guess that there is very little we can do. We’ll just have to wait and see,” Duo said. “But whatever the case, I’m not gonna let him down.” To be continued…
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