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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 4 “Duo, are you feeling any better?” Heidi asked carefully when he came stumbling back into his office. Her heart died a little when she saw his face, and knowing she was the cause of that didn’t exactly heal it. He didn’t look good. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “It’s alright,” he sighed. “You weren't to know.” He blew his nose and tried to force a smile. “And you, do you have a boyfriend?” “Eh… No. Why do you ask that?” “No reason. Just asking,” he said, trying to appear innocent. Heidi’s face twitched. Again that dubious look. Never mind. She stood up and walked towards him, her eyes fixed on something on his chest, crying out to be seen. “Duo, I have been wanting to ask you this the whole morning. What is that?” Around his neck hung a necklace, made of several tiny bullets, and on his chest rested a silver crucifix. “What? Oh that,” he said, following her stare. “That’s a rosary.” “A rosary? You’re wearing a rosary?” she said, slightly amazed. “Religious?” “It has nothing to do with religion! God doesn’t exist, and if He does, then it’s only to curse Him. God dammit. There, now He exists,” he retorted. “Or maybe, in some way it has. You know, I’m an orphan. I’ve lost my parents in the war. Ever since I was a kid, I had to live on the streets. One of the kids I was close friends with gave me that when I left. He was very religious. That way I would always remember them,” he explained. “Wow, easy does it!” Heidi exclaimed. “You’re an orphan? You lived on the streets?!” “Yes. But I really don’t feel like talking about that right now. I already feel miserable enough.” Specter in his office, sudden turnabout from hetro to bisexual, the raking up of banished memories. “Okay,” she said softly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” He went and sat down on the chair Heidi had fished up somewhere in the mean time and looked at the pile of work still to do on his desk with a tragic face. “Do we really have to work now?” he groaned, running a hand over his face. “Yes, that would be a very good idea, Duo Maxwell,” a female voice suddenly said from the door. “Relena,” he whimpered. “That’s Miss Peacecraft to you!” she snapped. “Good morning, Miss Peacecraft. We’ll start working right away,” Heidi said, grinning broadly. “I hope so,” she said grumpily, striding off again to her own office. “Bootlicker,” Duo mumbled. “Shut up.” ~*~*~*~ The rest of the week had gone by without any further uncanny events. The usual mourning, sullen expression and behavior, now and then brightened up by Heidi’s funny jokes and supportive gestures. Somehow his friends had persuaded him into going out on a date this weekend. How they had done it, he couldn’t quite remember, but he was pretty sure that Quatre had something to do with it. “Duo Maxwell, formerly known as God of Death aka Shinigami, aka Flirtatious Scumbag, get a life dammit! Mourning about her for the rest of your life won’t bring her back, you know! Now, ask that girl on a date this very moment before I get into a fury!!” Yeah, that must’ve been it. And to be honest, he had never been more happy to follow their advice, although he couldn’t deny he still had his doubts when he was waiting in front of her house in his car. Was this a good idea after all? Wasn’t this too soon after Hilde’s death? His doubts were swept away when he saw her walk through that front door. His eyes widened and gravity no longer seemed to be something of this earth. She looked simply breathtaking with her tight jeans and her black gipsy like blouse. Her shoulders were bared, the short sleeves were a bit puffed up and it was laced completely from bottom to top. He had never quite seen her like this before, but it matched her black hair perfectly. He started to feel slightly ashamed to only have put on a simple, light blue shirt. He stepped out of the car and swallowed, for a moment not knowing what to say. “Heidi, you look… astounding,” he said finally, holding the door open for her. “Thank you,” Heidi said with a polite nod of her head. She got in and waited for Duo to do the same. But it remained remarkably quiet. The door of the car didn’t shut, he didn’t walk around the car and didn’t take place behind the wheel. She looked up and saw him staring at the ground. “Duo, what’s the matter?” He slowly shook his head and cluelessly, turned away from her. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s not right,” he mumbled. Knowing her he knew how this would end, and he didn’t want that. No, he didn’t want that. He might’ve been a man, a man with feelings and no, he didn’t think of sex every six seconds. That was the Duo of a few months back. And it would take a good while before *he* would return. Heidi didn’t feel rejected. She could imagine what he'd gone through. But he couldn’t mourn forever, now could he? She got out again and softly turned him around. “Duo, why are you afraid of me?” she asked quietly. “I know I look like your girlfriend, but Duo, how long are you planning on mourning? It won’t make her come back, you know. Come on now, Duo. We can just have fun together, can’t we? You have to have fun every now and then, otherwise you’re slowly killing yourself.” With her index and middle finger she pushed his chin up to look him in the eyes and force him to surrender to her sweet look. “Duo, do you want to have fun with me, or have a good time, or paint the town red, or whatever you want to call it? Please?” It seemed him like she knew what that look, combined with a begging pout could evoke with men, and he dared to bet his shirt on it that she had already done this tons of times, if only as a little girl of five years old who wanted to get that one porcelain doll from her father. Now she was using it on him, only it was no longer a porcelain doll she wanted, but a real man. A man who was moved by the way she looked at him, who almost felt obliged to comply with her request. “Alright then. I guess a little fun won’t hurt me,” he smiled. The glass in her hand started to feel heavy. Was that Duo walking over to her? Funny. Did she see him twice? She blinked. No, once. The light that the spots threw on him gave him an aura of something surreal. Would she venture another drink? Or was the fact that he swam around over there in a sea of purple and red with a blue fishtail any indication that she was starting to get slightly tipsy? Her beautiful mermaid. She poured the last bit of martini in her mouth and gave Duo an exaggerated smile when he came and sat next to her. “Hello Duo!” she yelled over the loud music. “Wanna dance?” “I’d love to. But not now!” he yelled back when he spotted the bizarre way she was looking at him. Two, three, four… Dear God, was this already her fifth glass? Time to go home. “Why not?” she asked with genuine surprise. He helped her stand up and put her arm around his neck as a form of support. Her knees were wobbling ominously and she glued herself to him. “Because you drank too much,” he said, as he made their way to the exit. “No, I didn’t,” she giggled ridiculously. “Oh, you have,” he said sagely. His being overly concerned again drew his attention to the considerable metamorphosis his personality had gone through. He guided her to the car and let her glide into the seat. Too intoxicated to be aware of what was happening around her, she let her head fall on her chest and her eyes fell closed. Sighing, he shook his head. He grabbed the seatbelt and strained to attach the damn thing. Leaned over her, his chest pressed against her bosom, his ass conspicuously sticking out of the car. God, please let nobody see him like this. Safely buckled up, she gave a contented sigh in her sleep. His mouth crooked in a slight grin and he shook his head again. “Told you, you were drunk,” he mumbled, closing the door. She was still asleep when they had arrived at his home. With the help of his friends, he had managed to rebuild it. It was exactly the same as it used to be. He wanted to save Hilde’s memories. Keep them trapped, as it were. With an exuberant gesture, he swept her up in his arms, just a little too roughly, making her wake up. Good, he meant to. Drunk head. “Hey, sleepy,” he murmured. She opened her eyes and instantly squeezed them shut again as a throbbing pain took care of her brains. “Duo,” she moaned. “Headache?” She nodded and without too much ado dared to admit she had indeed drunk too much. Now he still had to get that door open. He put her down and clasped his arm firmly around her, his fingers searching in his pocket to find his key. There she almost slipped under his arm when she fainted again, but he pulled her back up before she sagged completely. At length he managed to fumble the door open. He again took her in his arms and made his way through the disturbing darkness to the lounge room, where he lay her down on the couch. The poor girl was completely exhausted. Did those two ad fundums have something to do with it? Probably. She was beautiful, lying there like that. Her hair slightly tousled, the laces of her blouse loosened one way or another. Once again he marveled at how much she looked like Hilde. Striking how she could move in exactly the same way. Idly he wondered. Would she move in the same way when they made love? No, he wasn’t obsessed by the topic sex, he just wondered. He couldn’t help thinking about something he had recently heard on the radio. Research had showed men thought about sex more than women. They did research about everything nowadays. Through the chink of the backdoor, his cat came running in with a mouse in her muzzle. The little animal was still alive. It peeped and struggled and tried to get away from the sharp little teeth. “Ginger! Outside with that!” he hissed. Ginger wasn’t her name. She wasn’t even ginger colored, rather dark gray, with brown-yellow patterns. A little tigress, as he sometimes called her. Or predator. Ginger was her nickname, but he had started calling her with that name so much, that she rather started listening to that name than her real name. What was her real name again? Oh yeah. Minna. Minna obeyed, to his surprise, even though the wicked cat was fast to make a quick detour over the couch. Her naughty little paws landed on the unfamiliar body, and with a jolt Heidi was awake again. Duo shot upright and chased her. “You fucking…” he cursed, raising an angry fist to his fleeing pet. His attention went into the other direction as he heard soft groans from the couch. He spurted to the bathroom, grabbed a painkiller out of the cupboard and filled a glass of water for his sleeping beauty, who was nothing more than a beauty now. “Here you go,” he said, handing her the glass and the little white pill. She thankfully accepted it and knocked it back. “Thank you,” she said softly. “What would I do without you?” “Have I already told you you’re a bootlicker?” She squeezed her eyes half shut, and her memory reached back far enough to remember the scene with *Miss* Relena Peacecraft. That scene, and other ones in which she had already licked the heels of God knows who in that short week’s notice. “Yes,” she said at last with a crooked grin. He smirked and sat next to her. “If you want, you can sleep in the spare room.” “I’d much rather…” “No, you’re not sleeping with me,” he beat her to it. With a playful tick against his shoulder she whacked his perversion away. “That’s not what I was about to say!” she yelled. “Oh, then what were you about to say?” “That I’d much rather talk to you. Although, the thing you proposed just now seemed fine to me.” “No, talking is fine!” he said quickly. “About what?” Was it clever to leave the topic of conversation to her? “About fantasies.” It wasn’t. “Fantasies. Interesting.” “Exactly. So, tell me.” He glanced over to her and noticed to his growing panic that she was looking at him with expectation in her eyes. What the hell…? “Tell me… What?” he asked insecurely. “Well, I’m sure you have hundreds of fantasies. Go on, tell me one of them,” she urged. What kind of painkiller had he given to her? “Eh… Well, I don’t know. What exactly do you mean with… fantasies?” Of course he had fantasies. One night probably wouldn’t have been enough to tell them all, let alone to turn them into reality. “You know… Things you’d like to do, but never got the chance to really do them. Or maybe… to watch how two girls would do it?” “Err… Well, I ehm…” he stammered. “I do.” “You mean you would like to watch how two girls…” “Of course not,” she interrupted him. “Two boys. It must be unbelievably exciting to watch two boys.” A jolt flew through Duo. Two boys. His body tensed and his eyes flew open wide. Vaguely he heard Heidi’s worried voice beside him. She asked him what was wrong, but she no longer seemed to sit next to him. All of a sudden he was back in the dirty streets of America. His memories ran away with him. A door was opened in his head, a door to the past. A door with the sign “No entry”, one he preferred to be kept locked. He thought he had got rid of that key years ago, but apparently it had kept on floating around in his head somewhere, and now it had re found the keyhole. ~o~O~o~ The ground he was sitting on was dusty. A musty smell hung in the air and sunlight barely found a crack to warm him. The fuss of the main street had chased him away and made him resort to one of the more quiet alleys the city was littered with. He was hungry. A few days ago his landlord had hurled him onto the streets as the back rent kept on piling up. The meager provisions he had grabbed in his haste started to dwindle. Only a bottle of “pure mineral water,” as the label announced, remained; although it didn’t really look all that pure anymore. And what else… Well, that was about it. Food? He had seen that for the last time in the shop window of some bakery, but not in his hands. And money he had only seen when he was strolling around in supermarkets and had watched people paying for the goods they had bought. Money, filthy lucre, as one might call it. It was filthy here. Could he pay with that filth? Footsteps in the soft sand next to him tickled against his eardrums. He looked up and his eyes met a young man. “How much?” he whispered furtively. “How much?…” Duo repeated confused with his childlike naivety and innocence. “For what?” The man leaned on his other leg and glanced swiftly over his shoulder, as if afraid of getting caught. “Come on, kid. You know what I mean. Tell me, how much? Fifty? A hundred?” Fifty? A hundred? Going once, going twice… What the hell was that guy bidding for? Surely, he wasn’t?… “I’m afraid I’m not entirely following, mister,” Duo said carefully. In the wink of an eye, the man had kneeled down next to Duo and held his shirt in an aggressive grip. “Look here, boy. Your clothes are covered with stains, your face is dirty, your hair is greasy. I assume you can well use the money and you may be glad I’m still sitting here at all. I might as will take another whore,” he hissed. “How much?” Surely, he was. He looked like a very spruce boy. Nice suit, neatly combed hair, shiny briefcase. Not exactly the kind you’d expect roaming around in the back streets to pick up local whores and bite their head off, Duo assumed. Yes, very spruce boy. Except for the aggressive grip. How much? Well, how much did he need? “As much as possible,” he tried valiantly. The man grinned disdainfully and pushed him back in the dust. He straightened and walked away. Too valiantly. There went his fifty or one hundred dollars. Bread, water, meat, cheese, milk, it all walked out that alleyway. Shampoo. It was true, his hair was greasy indeed. Poor hair. I love you, hair. I’m sorry I have to make you go all greasy like this. Whore he had called him. Was that what he was? Whore. Fucking for money. He hadn’t fucked. And he hadn’t got any money either. He hadn’t fucked, so he hadn’t got any money. No fucking, no money. The theory à la Maxwell: fuck for your life. So, he could laugh about it. You have to think positively, my boy, his father had always told him. You have to regard everything from the sunny side. But it was a painful reality. His complaining stomach screamed for food. Regard that from the sunny side. A soothing hand went over his stomach, and with the last bit of water out of his backpack, he did a poor attempt to calm the pleas for food. Heidi held him and in vain as she tried to caress his fear away. His heartbeat raged like the wings of a butterfly in his chest. Delicate and fragile, so very fast. His eyes still didn’t seem to see her, but instead were immersed in… In what, actually? Complete insanity, hallucinations, dark phantoms and eerie shadows dancing in front of his eyes. Not her face he saw, not her voice he heard. It was starting to get a bit scary. He trembled and a cold sweat was beading on his forehead. What did she say wrong this time? Hands. He felt hands on his face, through his hair. Caressing hands, consoling hands. Who would be consoling him like this? “Solo? Is that you?” he asked softly. In front of him he saw a smiling face. Friendly boyish eyes with thick, dark eyebrows above them. His nose slightly turned up, pale lips, teeth that would’ve been beautiful if they weren’t so yellow. Black bangs tried to hide his face. A coarse hand pushed them back in place. “Solo, is that you?” Duo said again. “It is you, I recognize you.” But the smiling face with the blue eyes shook its head. “I’m not Solo,” the pale lips said. It hadn’t been Solo’s voice. It had sounded strangely female. The black bangs got a bluish tint, the blue eyes got longer lashes to them, the pale lips darkened. The hand reached out to him was no longer coarse, but slender, no longer tanned from the street life and all the stealing, but soft, blank. He blinked his eyes and rubbed them. Foolish concoctions. Of course it hadn’t been Solo. He was at home, Solo was back in America. Just now he had taken a girl to his house, had chased his cat away and had been angry with his cat because he had woken the girl from her drunk sleep. That girl, Heidi, she would be so surprised. “Heidi…” he said with a shivering voice. “Duo, are you okay? Did I say something wrong? What’s the matter with you? Who is Solo? Is he a friend? Do you want to talk about it?” Heidi rattled. Duo smiled, and he could tell by the way Heidi looked at him that she was relieved to see him smiling. He sighed and lowered his eyes. Well look at that, he had spilled water on the ground. “Heidi, I have to tell you something.” The rest of the night hadn’t exactly been like Heidi had expected. Oh, she wasn’t about to complain about it, she wouldn’t dare. Duo had poured his heart out into her listening ear. For the two years living on the streets of America. Had seen more of his clients than he had wished for, men, all of them, almost every day. Must’ve been very painful. Then of course she couldn’t blame him when he'd freaked out for a moment there when she had to go and start talking about two boys fucking. All night it had ghosted around in her head. Respect for him, but also gratitude that he had trusted her enough to tell her all that. But that wasn’t the only thing. His tragic past, that was one thing. Heero; that was another. This was no longer about just a fantasy. It was so obvious he loved Heero, and Heero loved him. The traumas of his youth were the obstacle. Would he manage to climb over that obstacle? Would she be able to give him the necessary push, and hoist him up at the other side? Of course she would. She would keep on trying and wouldn’t rest before she had got those two in the same bed. It was about time Heero woke up with a smile on his face. That guy always walked around with a little thundercloud above his head. The morning after, at breakfast, she broached the subject. “Say, Duo,” the girl said, her fingers playing with some stray grapes. “Have you noticed the way Heero looks at you?” Duo was surprised by her question. Noticed? Noticed what? His ice-cold look defrosting every time he appeared in his field of vision? What was she talking about? The constant inhuman expression on his face softening to tenderness, even if he only heard him coughing? Really now? He had always loved Heero. The only reason why he lived together with Hilde was because he had thought Heero wasn’t like that, like him. Besides, boys were a closed chapter to him. Friendship and flirting were as far as it went. That didn’t hurt anyone. That didn’t hurt himself. Anyone, except for Heero. Heero... Heero was something special. Just like Hilde, Heero had been a thunder strike in his heart. Heero was so much more beautiful than Hilde. The experiences from his youth stopped him though. The only way to be close to Heero was to scandalously flirt with him, to use his lawlessness as an excuse. Had he known Heero loved him too, he would never have done it. He jumped when he heard Heidi’s voice. “Duo?” she said, throwing a grape at him. “What?” he said startled. “Oh yeah… right. Heidi, what you’re telling me now. It makes me a little confused. Have you seen all that in just one week?” “Yes. Do you seriously think he… he loves you?” she said, hesitating. “Well, I have never really given that much thought before actually. But if it’s true what you say, then it just might be possible.” “Hmm… interesting,” she said pondering, squinting mischievously at him. “Very interesting.” The look in her glittering, dark-blue orbs reflected what was brewing in that cute little, so very deceivingly innocent looking head of hers, and when a glimpse of her devilish fantasy flashed through his head again, he couldn’t help but starting to blush fiercely. “Why do you want to know?” “Never mind,” she said quickly, stuffing some food into his mouth to stop him from asking any further annoying questions. “Speaking of which, I thought Heero was together with Relena. I mean, I could be wrong, but the way that girl frolics around him…” “Yeah, I doubt if those two are still getting along with each other. She’s used to his hardness because he was trained like that, she knows she shouldn’t take it personally when he yet again snarls at her, but lately it’s more than usual.” “Trained? How do you mean, trained?” Heidi asked. “Didn’t I tell you that yet? You know, Heero was a Gundam pilot, just like me. Now, Doctor J, the one who raised him, has been pretty thorough in his work to educate him to a Perfect Soldier. Really Heidi, all his life, Heero has been trained so badly.” “Oh,” said Heidi, like something just became clear to her. That explained the little thundercloud. “So that’s why he’s always so quiet, and then if he says anything it’s mostly to snap at people. Also no one blames him for walking around with a gun all the time. Did you know that sometimes he even points his gun to Relena to shut her up? But everyone knows he doesn’t really mean it, so they laugh it away.” The nonchalance he had said those last two sentences with made it very doubtful if he really meant that. They laughed it away? Well, Heidi laughed that away as well. That wasn’t possible, was it? How twisted do you have to be to point a gun at someone? “So then it’s obvious. He’s gonna dump Relena because he wants you,” she stated. Duo stared in front of him, lost in thoughts and playing with the end of his chestnut braid. Heidi smirked and waved her hand in front of his absent-minded eyes. “Hey, I was only joking,” she reassured him. “No, that’s not it,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “You might have a point there. Besides, there’s something else that bothers me.” “What honey?” “It only occurred to me now. All those times I have flirted with him… It must’ve killed him, I mean, if it’s really true that he loves me. God, that poor guy. Can you even imagine how it must’ve been for him. I even simulated that I was fucking him in Relena’s office.” “You did what?!” Heidi exclaimed. No nonchalance this time, that she did believe. “Oh yeah, that was only to nag Relena, and as a matter of fact, I think he didn’t really mind making her furious like that. As I said, we simulated. But still, I feel so terribly sorry for him. Maybe I’m evil, but not that evil. I just didn’t have the slightest idea back then.” Duo looked up at her with a confused expression on his face, not knowing what to think about this whole situation. He was willing to take away that pain, to help his friend, but on the other hand, he felt himself far from ready for this. Could he do this while Heero was still with Relena? Heidi stood up from her chair and stood behind him to pull his braid from between his slender fingers. “Maybe you should have a good talk with him,” she said softly. “Stop worrying. Life’s too short for that.” She started caressing his huge tress, more in a soothing than a seductive way, although it drove the shivers through his limbs again. He threw his head back to see her sweet face, albeit upside down, trying his best to hide the yearning in his eyes. As long as she stayed away from his abdomen and everything below it, he could manage. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For what?” “For consoling me. I really needed that.” “That goes without saying, love,” she smiled. Her hands let go of his braid and slid across his chest. “I’m here to give you what you need.” She bent her head over to kiss his lips, and as she did so, her fingers strolled along his belly to the waistband of his pants, which was fatal for his hormones again. A private joke tickled in her stomach as she heard him give a slight moan into her mouth and he whimpered softly when she drew her lips away. A special girl she was, he had to admit. She loved him, that was obvious. At the same time she also did her best to convince him he loved Heero, as far he still needed to be convinced. Was she aiming at a threesome? Astounding. Even he could be surpassed in his fantasies. To be continued…
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