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"Nobody's Perfect "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, masturbation,
slight het, blood, angst, sappy, slight OOCness, Relena-bashing. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2xH, 4x3 Summary: AC\200. The war is over, Heero thinks
he can finally tell Duo what he feels for him. But Doctor J thinks
differently about that. And Duo? Well, he doesn’t know quite
yet he’s gay, but will find out soon enough. Title: Nobody’s perfect Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This takes place 4 years after Endless Waltz. ~*~*~ Nobody’s Perfect
It had been a long time since he had felt so uncomfortable
in the presence of his master. When he had barked “You! Office!”
at him, he hadn’t meant Heero’s office, but his own, and
he knew that couldn’t be a good thing. With the door locked,
not a single window, and thus no possible way to get out, he was plain
terrified. He didn’t know what Doctor J would do, only that he
was enraged, and then he was unpredictable. He could burst out in
howls of fury, beat him black and green, even punish him the way he
used to do 14 years ago, but for now he was calm. Deadly calm, too
calm, so calm it frightened him. Slowly and threatening he stalked
around him, like a predator sneaking upon his prey. He knew Heero
was scared, knew he was aware of what he had done. He loved someone,
and that was a grave mistake. He cared, and that could not be accepted. “Are you afraid, Heero?” he whispered. “Don’t
be afraid. You shouldn’t be scared of me. Because you shouldn’t
be feeling at all!” he suddenly shouted. The calm before the storm was over. His rage resulted
in a tempest with his voice as the thunder and a rain of reproaches. “You are a Perfect Soldier! Perfect soldiers don’t
feel! They fight and kill, but nothing more! Is this the way to thank
me, Heero? Is this what I get in return?” “For what?” Heero retorted. “For ruining
my entire life? Should I thank you for the pain, for the beating,
for all those times my heart tore apart when I shot those dogs?!” “I did that for your own good, you know that! If
I would’ve trained you differently, your life would’ve been
ruined far more then it is now!” “Oh, so you admit that…” “Let me finish, dammit! You were destined to be
a Gundam pilot, you were destined to kill. And if I would’ve
raised you with love and care, you would mentally die every time you
kill.” “But the others then? Why weren’t they raised
like me?” “I’m not responsible for them. But they’re
all raised in a different way, and Quatre’s the worst one of
all. Duo just does it as a sport, Wufei fights to become stronger,
and Trowa, that guy’s just inscrutable.” “But you can’t desire of me that I don’t
care at all. How long are you planning to keep me this way? Until
total peace reigns over the world and outer space? That will never
happen! There will always be some kind of mission to prevent any enemies
from ruining all that peace.” “As long as necessary,” Doctor J replied simply. Heero gave a weary sigh and gave up, although he felt
highly distraught. “And what about Relena? I have had a relationship
with her for 5 years. Why did you allow that?” “Oh, Relena,” he said, waving his hand in
annoyance. “You can barely call that a relationship. Anyone could
see you didn’t love that girl. Besides, I considered it as a
step ahead in your training. Next to the dogs, you also had a lass.
Really a shame you dumped that girl.” “Are you saying that I should’ve killed her
as well?” “When you would’ve become too attached to
her, you indeed would’ve had to kill her, yes.” “But that’s insane!” he yelled. “She’s
the former queen of the Sank Kingdom!” “And now,” Doctor J continued, ignoring his
remark, “you are in love with Duo. Make the conclusion yourself,
Heero.” He barely let his words the time to penetrate his ears
in seep into his head. “Doctor J, I am not going to kill Duo.
Those who fight me are my enemies. And I will kill them. But Duo’s
not my enemy. Besides, he’s an excellent pilot and the preventers
need him.” “The preventers can perfectly do without him. I’m
telling you, Heero. It’s the best for you when you, and you alone,
kill him, no matter how.” With his stare colder and harder then ever, he looked
at him. “No,” he growled. “You refuse?” “Yes.” Doctor J gave a swift nod with his head and took something
out of the pocket of his white coat. “Very well. If you would
follow me then.” He headed for another door, a door of which
Heero knew all too well where it lead to. A place where he would have
to endure excruciating pain and absolute horror. A place where he
would receive his punishment. “No,” he said again, his voice clearly shivering now. “Please don’t…” Six years old he was when he had last felt it, but it still stood vividly in his mind. He didn’t want to feel that pain again, he was afraid of it. He feared the pain, that pain, and when Doctor J paced towards him, he shrunk back to the door. Without thinking, he turned around and ran away, but before he could reach it, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and fell unconscious on the ground. When he woke up again, his eyelids were sore when he
opened them. He seemed to have drugged him already. Something that
would conduct the shock waves even better, and which made him limp,
immobile, but most of all, frightened to death. What he had dreaded
the most was only a few seconds away. He looked around. The blinding
light reflecting on the stark-white walls pained his eyes, and through
some kind of blur he could see Doctor J standing by some kind of a
machine. The thing he had taken out of his pocket just now, was a
key, although it wasn’t really shaped like that. “Ah, you’re awake. At last,” he said,
his voice echoing in the large, creepy room. “I must congratulate
you. You have managed for 20 years to keep a hold on your emotions
and feelings. That’s a very long time, very good. I’m proud
of you.” Heero lifted his head to see him better, and it was
only then he realised he was lying on a table, that same table he
remembered from his childhood. His wrists and ankles were tied with
strong, leather belts, and he was clad in nothing more than his boxers.
On several places on his body he had little white patches, and small
wires came out of them. “Now however,” Doctor J continued, “instead
of strengthening that inhumanity you have built up for all those years,
you let it destroy by some pitiful brat you call your lover. Heero
Yuy, are you ready to accept your punishment?” “No,” Heero said softly, shaking his head.”
Doctor J, no. You cannot do this.” “Just watch me,” he growled, and with a callous
movement, he plunged that strange key into the ignition, turned it
around and pulled a handle down. Soon, all his organs of sense were eliminated. He didn’t
see anymore, didn’t taste, didn’t hear. He only felt. Starting
from his feet an everything-consuming, sizzling heat rolled through
him and scorched his entire body. His head tossed back, tears ran
down his temples, the belts tore the skin of his tugging wrists apart,
but that was nothing compared to the searing, electrifying heat that
crept into him, a pain that felt like his every fibre was being torn,
one by one and excruciatingly slow. Scream after scream shot through
the room with every shock and his breathing came with fits and starts,
but, strange as it was, in the long end he got used to the pain, and
his cries decreased. It was all Doctor J seemed to be waiting for,
for suddenly the shocks stopped. Physically he was broken, ruined,
but that wasn’t enough. Something what had never happened before,
not in his childhood and not under any other kind of punishment, took
place now. He could see visions in front of his eyes. Just flashes
in the beginning, lasting only a split second, but it didn’t
take that long before the images stayed longer and he could see a
human form. He saw himself, standing in a dark street with no houses,
only trees that all looked alike, in the pouring rain. In his arms
he held a large bundle wrapped in a raw matter. He was walking, his
eyes and the entire expression on his face a mixture of grief and
his good old inhumanity. Step by step, his place of destination drew
nearer, although it seemed to take forever until he had reached it.
Finally he stopped. He had arrived by a large, deserted field, the
soil muddy from the rain. Suddenly the bundle in his arms moved, and
a muffled sound came out of it. Heero saw his own mouth moving, but
the words came only afterwards, which caused a very incoherent whole. “Dammit… Is he still alive after all?” Almost disgusted, as if he was carrying a revived corps
and only now realised it, he saw him throwing it on the ground, and
when a part of the fabric fell away and revealed what it had been
hiding, he felt like he wanted to vomit. He really had been carrying
a living corps. The edges of the blanket were traced with red, and
cradled a scarlet face. A shuddering breath left his mouth as he hit
the ground. If he could’ve, he probably would’ve closed
his eyes to protect them from the rain, but his eyelids were gone,
and so was the rest of the skin of his face, and for as far as he
could see his entire body. His long hair was soaked with blood, although
he could still see a gleam of chestnut shining through it. “Hee-chan…” he rasped hoarsely. The few remaining feelings that were still left, flowed
out of him and a sickening pain took their place. It was his buddy,
his friend, his lover… his Duo. He wildly shook his head, wanting
the visions to go away, but they stayed. Whether he closed or opened
his eyes, it was all the same, he kept on seeing them, so he cried
out to Doctor J to make it stop, with as only result that the images
only got clearer. Duo’s lower jaw moved. Maybe he wanted to ask why
Heero had done this, but he couldn’t, for his lips were ripped
away as well. Then he saw himself taking out his gun, and pointing
it to the man on the ground. Duo let out a relieved sigh, contented
that this torment would finally come to an end, but instead of killing
him at once, he first shot his one arm to smithereens, then his leg,
his other leg, the other arm, and finally, when he had almost been
bleeding to death, his scarcely beating heart. Cruelty, inhumanity, he had learned it from the master. Doctor J simply made the Heero on the table witness how the Heero in his head slaughtered his own comrade. Was it a real prospect of the future, or was it just something his superior wanted him to see, he couldn’t say. Either way, when he had buried Duo and had planted a self-made, wooden crucifix with his Lords Prayer hanging over it on top of his frugal grave, he was relieved and immensely glad it was finally over. ********** 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 for 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. Trembling and barely able to stand on his feet, he made
his way back to his office to bandage his bleeding wrists a bit, and
to soothe the aching wounds all over his body with some ointment.
He stood in front of a gigantic dilemma. Just when he was determined
to shoot Duo, his mind switched back to kicking Doctor J under his
butt, as dangerous as that might be. On the moment he was about to
enter his office, he had a rather strong tendency to head one office
ahead to finish the job, but that thought scattered before it got
a chance to attach itself to his brains when he saw the American,
together with his girlfriend, darting toward him with an expression
of utmost concern on his face, his funny braid ridiculously bouncing
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, of which he knew it wasn’t there, but which could appear
any moment, burned on 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. They did so, and
at once, he reached for the bandages, which were almost permanently
present in one of the cupboards. “Hee-chan…” Duo said almost breathlessly. The nick-name pained his ears and made him freeze in
horror there where he stood, his back to the couple. In his head he
heard that same nick-name, 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. “How do you mean?” Duo asked, starting to
feel pretty disquieted. “Why not?” “Don’t be afraid. I still love you. Doctor
J can torture me any way he wishes, I’ll never kill you.” “Hee-ch-… Heero, why would you kill me? Because
you feel? I thought that was okay for you now.” “Duo,” he said, finally turning around to
see his worried eyes. “What do you do when you have the one person
you have longed for the most?” “I think that’s pretty easy to figure out,”
he grinned. “You hump all night, every day, and if possible even
more.” On that Heidi gave a chuckle, but Heero 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 sky,
but through those clouds you can no longer distinguish dream from
reality. You take things less seriously, and that can lead to grave
mistakes.” “Heero, what are you trying to say?” Heidi
asked carefully. As if waking up from a daze, he looked down on 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 windows, no-one will ever know
what we’re doing here.” “See, that’s were you’re mistaking,”
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!” he
yelped with a catching 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 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 and was suddenly aware of a dripping sound.
She looked around in confusion and tried to figure out where the sound
was coming from, until she saw what it was from the corner of her
eyes. Scarlet drops, falling on the floor there where Heero stood. “Heero,” she said. “Your wrists.” He hadn’t even paid attention to it anymore, so
much he was already accustomed to pain. But she was right. There had
to be taken care of, or it would get worse. “Please Heero, let me nurse it.” “Yes, that’s good,” 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 to 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 in fact had. His arms and legs were practically littered
with it, and as far as she could see his trunk as well. Even his face. “God Heero,” she whispered with 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 new. Now Duo,” she still said to the man, 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. Naturally, he would’ve at once
wrapped the bandages around his wrists without rinsing them at all,
and only now it dawned upon him that that was probably the reason
why he always had troubles when he was wounded himself. Unlike the
fact that he thought of himself that he could be intelligent by times,
this once again proved his wrong. Why did he always insist on taking
care of his wounds himself anyway? He shook his head clear from the thoughts, drew a chair
opposite of Heero and took one of his hands in his. He flinched only
a little when the cloth was gently being rubbed against his wrist
to wash the blood away. Duo wanted to ask him something, but he had
to bite his tongue off not to call him by his nick-name 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. Just when he was about to
pose his question again, ‘coz he needed to know, Heero spoke
again. “He has done anything in his power to make me stop
loving you. Not only he has punished me physically, he also has tried
to contort my mind. He has drugged me with something, and that caused
me to see visions where I did horrible things to you. 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 telling, 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 it 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 nurse his wrist. When he had bandaged
both wrists, Heero gave a little, contented sigh. “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 Lord’s Prayer. On that, Duo smiled and he bent over to meet Heero’s
soft lips with his own. He ran his hand through his hair down to his
neck. Through his parted lips, his tongue sneaked inside Heero’s
mouth and he ran it against his to invite him inside too, which he
did without reserve. “You guys are just so adorable,” they suddenly
heard. Startled, Heero tried to look aside, but Duo merely glanced
at his girlfriend without breaking their kiss. She enjoyed to see
it, he knew that, and soon Heero drifted off again. Totally unexpected,
without knowing why, the American suddenly felt Heero’s muscles
tensing and heard him giving a startled moan into the kiss. Duo pulled
back to see what was the cause of that. Maybe Heidi had been up to
something, but she stood there with an equally as dumbfounded face,
still with the tube of ointment in her hand. He looked back to his
lover, his amethyst eyes wide like saucers, and saw a trembling figure,
cold sweat beading on his forehead, breathing heavy all of a sudden
and looking extremely frightened. “Heero? What on earth is the matter with you?”
Duo asked, concern clearly woven through his question. “I have… seen you,” he stammered. “Well yeah, I’m sitting right in front of
you,” he stated simplistically. “No no, you don’t understand,” he said,
urgently grabbing his shoulders. “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!” “May I remind you that he’s already had you
that way, as I can recall not that long ago. Wait a minute, when was
that again?” Heidi joked. Duo sagged his shoulders and his face switched to plain
stupidity. “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 the way
you were before with me and Heidi. 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 his 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 has stopped for ages, even the gundams
were destroyed. But no, behind my back, he has to go and rebuilt that
gundam of mine. Just when I thought I could breathe a sigh of relieve,
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 softly sobbing man. “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,” he 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 have made love to me, and later that night, I
have made love to you. Now, did that feel good, Heero?” “You bet it did,” he smiled. “For the
first time in my life, I have experienced how true love feels.” “Auch, 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 realisation coming over his face
even before he had finished his sentence. “Oh my God, have I
just said that?” Duo smiled brightly and gave him another swift kiss,
then stood up and took the old tube of ointment. “Thanks, you guys. I can pull it off on my own
from now,” Heero said, leading them to the door. “Na-ah, sit!” Heidi commanded. “We’re
gonna help you. Who else will do your back?” “But… if Doctor J finds out…” he
whined, peering nervously to the door. “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,” Duo said, pulling
Heero back to his chair in his turn. “So if you don’t mind,
let the two of us nurse you.” Thereupon he carried him in his
arms to his chair, and Heero had to admit, that got his heartbeat
going. “Well now, would you look at that!” Heidi
exclaimed playfully. “Mister “Flirtatious scumbag”
can be romantic!” “Only if I really want to,” he smirked, giving
her a wink. “And only with the one I really love.” Heidi made a gesture of throwing the tube of ointment
to his head, but he saw at her face that she was just fooling around,
just like he was doing. 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. “Doctor J!” Heidi’s voice suddenly crashed
through his head, making him jump up like the chair he was sitting
on was suddenly on fire. “What?!” he yelled alarmed, looking around. “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 throwing a mysterious glance up to his window, as if he
knew somehow that Heidi and Duo were there, then 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
whole end of the corridor.” “Yes, and I have been very cautious when I went
looking for the salve. I’m absolutely sure he hasn’t seen
me,” Heidi said. “See, Heero? It was only your imagination, really.
So what do you say?” he grinned, turning to him with his ever
mischievous look. “Lock that door? Shut those curtains?” A naughty smile was his answer, the exact answer he
was waiting for, and thereupon Heero darted to the door, while Heidi
and Duo shoved the curtains shut. “Hmm, funny,” Heero said, feeling at the top
of one of the bookcases. “The key is gone.” “Don’t you have a spare one?” Heidi asked. “Yes, I have,” he said, moving to another
bookcase and getting on his knees so he could look under it. “It
would be kinda stupid not to have a… Well, I’ll be damned!”
he exclaimed. “That one’s gone too.” “Maybe you’ve just misplaced them.” “No, I always…” 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 bravura.
“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 to the piece of furniture. “It looks heavy.” “Don’t underestimate a 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 you ass- on that- fucking desk,”
he puffed, leaning against the edge, about to collapse. “Yay! On the desk!” Heidi cried cheerfully,
sitting herself on the desk-chair with her chest pressed against and
her elbows leaned upon the back of the chair. “Don’t you
two look at me like that! What’s wrong with a girl wanting to
see her two lovers screwing each other? You’ve done it before,
so go on and do it again!” Heero stalked over to him, and went standing in front
of him. “You wish, Maxwell,” he growled. “Huh?” Before he knew it, Heero had smacked
him upon the desk 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
his shirt and took it off. “Enjoying to see 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 on that, 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
exposed to Heero’s sight. In some kind of a 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 his. “It’s
like Duo said. Never underestimate a gundam pilot. We can stand a
little pain. Right Duo?” “Yyyyyessss, that’s- right!” he yelped,
when Heero’s hands dove inside and touched his hard member. “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. A sly grin crossed his lips as he saw his eyes narrowing
and a blush colouring his cheeks when Duo was addressed with the name
of his evil alter-ego. “Show me that dark side of yours…” Thereupon he yanked him upon the desk and bowed over
him, his crucifix gliding over Heero’s chest. “I don’t
have a dark side,” he murmured in his ear. “I *am* dark.” Heero’s eyes slightly rolled back with passion
and anticipation, and he tossed his head back as he felt Duo’s
erection being pressed against his own, letting out a shaky moan in
the process. All of a sudden, they heard sounds coming from the office
next-door, muffled, but very clear. “Oh… oh.. Go on… Oh Quatre… Ah!” “Ah… Trowa… Oh God.. Oooh!!” The three of them looked at each other in breathless
surprise for a few moments and didn’t quite seem to know how
to react, until Heidi’s face at last broke into a wide grin.
“I wager you two can do better than that!” she encouraged
them happily. More of a prompting they didn’t need, and Heidi
could only watch with great delight how Heero drew Duo’s fingers
to his mouth and sucked them lavishly. He didn’t linger too long
before he sneaked the moist fingers to the dark shadows between his
thighs. Heero’s breathing was short and quick when Duo massaged
his tight entrance before pushing one finger inside. His other hand
slowly moved along Heero’s slender side up to his shoulder and
he let gentle flicks of his soft tongue dart over Heero’s chest
and neck, while slowly inserting a second finger, making the squirming
boy cry out. But his skin tasted bitter by cause of the ointment,
so he at once moved on to the only part they hadn’t treated.
His head fogged with pleasure as Duo softly sucked the little head,
and his mind seemed to be sucked away in bottomless depths when Duo
took him in up to the hilt and on top of that pushed in a third finger,
much to Heero’s delight. Since the two area’s were being
pampered at the same time, he had a pretty hard time to decide what
felt best, not that he still had much of his brains left to concentrate
on that. So he decided to just try and make the two sensations mingle,
to let them flow into one whole. His climax was growing as Duo proceeded.
His muscles were tensing, he convulsed around his fingers and his
moans grew to screams, but just on that crucial moment, his mind was
brusquely being jerked back out of its blissful pits, and images started
to dance in front of his eyes again. A cry, which Duo could recognise
as everything but rapturous or passionate, shot out of his mouth,
and his curiosity, rather than his concern, enticed him to let go
of the heated shaft and he pushed his own lust aside to look his demigod
in his face. “Heero? What’s wrong?” he asked. The Wing Zero pilot had his eyes wide open in terror
and was trembling all over again. If Duo had worn any kind of clothing,
Heero probably would’ve grabbed his collar of something, but
he didn’t, so he reached for the only thing he could get a hold
of, being Duo’s Lord’s Prayer with one hand, and his slightly
loosened braid with the other. He was blinded with fright and was
oblivious of the fact that he almost snapped the gem and hurt Duo
by clutching his hair like that. Heidi, too, had leapt off her chair
and tried to console Heero a bit, while trying to pry his fingers
away from Duo’s strands, but only causing him to tighten his
grip. “Heero, calm down. It’s okay, you’re
with us,” Heidi said calmly, rubbing him gently over his head.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Please, calm down and
let go of Duo’s hair.” His normal look was slowly returning in his eyes and
his fingers finally loosened. “Very good,” she encouraged him. “Now,
tell us. What’s wrong?” “I haven’t hurt you, have I?” Duo asked
meekly, reaching behind to rub the sore spot on his head. “I have seen you again,” Heero said, still
panting slightly. “You were tied up again, but it lasted longer
this time. I’ve seen more this time. You had a cut, Duo.” “A cut?” Duo said. “How do you mean,
I had a cut? Where?” Heero slowly traced his finger from Duo’s forehead
to his chin, perfectly following the shape of his face while he was
doing so. “Right about there,” he whispered, his eyes wide,
almost astonished, as if he was disbelieving he could actually see
such things in his head. “Heero, that’s not a cut anymore,” Duo
said. “That’s the beginning of skinning me alive.” “What?” Heero said startled, cowering a bit.
“Duo, that’s exactly what I have seen when I was with Doctor
J. All of your skin was gone, even your eyelids and lips. And the
one that was carrying you in his arms was… It was… me,”
he added in a confused whisper. He backed away even more and made
an attempt to escape from between Duo’s arms, who had his mouth
dropped open in absolute astonishment. “No no no!” Duo yelled, quickly stopping him
in his movements. “Don’t run away. You shouldn’t run
away now.” “Why not?” Heero asked with a sudden glint
of loath in his eyes. “Because you haven’t got the chance
to screw me yet?” “No, of course not!” Duo exclaimed perplexed.
“What do you think I am, a senseless scumbag?” Heidi snorted with laughter and Heero quickly looked
away. “Hey!” Duo shouted, getting all the more pissed
off. “I can be sensitive and caring! Who has treated your wounds
just now, huh?” Heero squinted at him. “You’re right,”
he sighed. “Now, you listen to me, Heero. It’s obvious
to me now that Doctor J has poisoned your mind. You’re seeing
horrible things when I’m trying to do something, but those aren’t
real. You must try and focus on that when it happens again. He wants
to scare you with those visions, but don’t let that fear defeat
you. You are stronger than that, I know you are. And I will help you
to conquer that fear, I swear.” “You are?” he said, his voice slightly distrustful. “Hey, remember what I once said. I may run, and
I may hide, but I never tell a lie.” “I see,” he said. “So what do you suggest
we’re gonna do about it?” Duo gave a self-evident nod with his head. “Doing
what we were about to do.” “You are truly unbelievable!” Heero cried,
trying to push Duo away, but Duo was stronger than he had expected.
“Here I lie, frightened to death, and you can only think about
one thing, you obsessed jerk!” “Heero, calm down!” Heidi interfered. “He
means it well, although it might not come over that way,” she
shot him a reproaching glare, “I’m sure he’s only focused
on getting you over it. I too believe that that’s the only way
to fight against that fear.” As much as he tried, he couldn’t find a double
meaning in her voice, nor her eyes, and slowly he was getting convinced. “Come on now, Heero. I’m just doing this to
help you, not because I want to use you. And we can stop any time
you wish, I won’t force anything. Kay, Hee-chan?” he asked,
puppy-eyes-expression displayed on his face. “I told you not to call me that anymore,”
he said pretty sharply. But Duo put on a bright smile and gave him a swift kiss
on his mouth. “Part of the treatment, koi.” He bent over
him and gave him a few sweet strokes through his hair. “Now,
brace yourself. It might hurt a little.” Heero was doing his best to feel at least a bit excited
by Duo’s touches and caresses, but that damn vision and the fear
that it might happen again had scattered his arousal. “I know, but… Duo… No, I’m not ready
yet,” he stammered. “My poor love,” Duo whispered. “Don’t
be afraid now. Just relax. I’ll be gentle.” And very gentle he was indeed. Heero never knew he could
be. He softly let his hands rove over his abdomen while his tongue
was playing with a nipple, ignoring the bitter taste this time, since
his mind was only set on pleasing Heero as much as he could. And he
succeeded wonderfully well at that. Much sooner than he had expected,
he had him moaning and writhing again. When his frolicking fingers
had reached the inside of his thighs, he kneaded the flesh until Heero’s
member was fully erected again, but as he moved his hand up, he paused
for a moment. “Damn, such a shame I don’t have any lubricant,”
he said softly, looking around to search for anything that could serve
as lubricant. And there Heidi was, back on her chair, but close enough,
a little tube of the gelly substance practically shoving under his
nose. “Hey, where does that come from?” Duo asked
sheepishly. “From out of my pocket,” Heidi said. “Do you always carry that with you?” “Pretty often, yes.” “Oh well, would you look at that? Who’s being
obsessed now, eh? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say *you*
are a…” “Maxwell, would you take the freaking lubricant
already and fuck the hell out of me,” Heero growled, clutching
Duo’s hair again, an almost murderous glare in his eyes. “Aw-aw! Alright, I will, as long as you let go
of my hair,” Duo yammered, searching for Heidi’s outstretched
hand and grabbing the tube when he’d found it. Slightly amused Heero untangled his fingers and watched
him while he clumsily coated a few fingers and his member with the
lube, and he actually sort of giggled. Duo squinted up at his face. “Heero, was that you?
Have you been drinking? Heidi, search the room for bottles of vodka
or whiskey or something.” “Duo, I’m gonna say it to you one more time!
Screw me senseless, no-ooow!” One hand Duo held firmly pressed on Heero’s chest,
and at once two fingers of the other one where entirely sunken into
that heavenly tight entrance again. “Why, so impatient, my love,”
he purred. “I thought you weren’t ready yet.” “I… I am now,” Heero whimpered. “Please,
Duo.” It would’ve been the eighth wonder of the world if Duo would ever obey him at once when it came to this. As much as he himself ached to let his manhood replace
his working fingers, the longer he could go on with this without Heero
screaming blue murder again, the better. So far, he didn’t, and
he knew that could only be a good sign, so he continued stroking him,
mercilessly ignoring Heero’s urgent pleas. His roaming eyes were
absorbing every wonderful inch of his sweating body, until they locked
on his deep-coloured source of overwhelming pleasure. How he wanted
to have a taste of that again, but by that time Heero was ferociously
pounding his fists on the desk, and Duo knew he truly was ready to
start the final test, so he withdrew his fingers and gently pushed
the little head inside, knowing that from that moment on the chance
Heero could snap again, grew with every thrust he would give him.
Nevertheless, the only cries he gave now were still cries of pleasure
and sweet surrender, and he himself also let out a groan of rapture
when he pushed further inside. A burning fire melted their bodies
and souls together. The sweat on the skin of them both seemed to sizzle
and evaporate. Except for the passionate screams coming from the two
men, they also radiated an intimate warmth, and it really was a sight
for sore eyes to see how they were taking each other to their own
heaven and hell. Heidi marvelled at how long it took before Heero lost
control again, but just when she thought they would both dart over
the edge, she saw a tear glistening in his eye, and his face instantly
twitched back to extreme terror. “Oh God, Duo no!!” he hollered. Funny. That should’ve been “Oh God, Duo yes!”,
and it was almost impossible to hold himself down now they had come
this far. But still a little whisper somewhere in the back of his
head told him it hadn’t been the “Oh God, Duo yes”
he wanted to hear, but the exact opposite. Most reluctantly he forced
himself to open his eyes again and hold his hips still. “Heero?” he said, slightly panting. “It’s absurd! It’s just plain absurd!”
Heero puffed, his face dripping with sweat, eyes tearful and hand
reaching out for something that wasn’t there. “I was tearing the skin off your face, and you
were screaming out in pain, and you were crying and trying to break
free, but you had handcuffs, and they were red from you blood because
you kept on tugging at them, and it was me… Me! I was tearing…
*I* was tearing your skin off!” he rattled, squeezing Duo’s
arm with an incredible amount of force. Once again, Heidi jumped off her seat and helped Duo
to break free from his iron grip. “Heero!” she shouted, snapping her fingers
in front of his blazing eyes, but he didn’t react to it. She
wondered if he was still seeing things now or if he just was in shock.
Desperately she looked to Duo, but a great help he wasn’t right
now. He just looked at his lover, mouth slightly open, his eyes wide.
Never before had he seen him crying like this, never in his entire
life, not even that time in his office when he had dumped Relena,
not even just now when he had him sobbing against his chest. Back
then it had only been a few tears that left his eyes. But now, now
it was an endless stream of crystal liquid. His entire body shook
from the heavy sobs, and only now and then he could distinguish a
comprehensible word amidst his feverish cries. “Duo… no… I’m sorry… I…
didn’t mean to hurt you…” he choked. His breathing
was wheezing and at an abnormal high tempo. Suddenly a look of anxiety spread over Duo’s face.
“Oh my God, Heidi. He’s hyperventilating!” he said,
looking from Heero to his girlfriend. “Get a bag, quickly.” She looked around in clueless-ness. A bag. Where the
hell do you get a bag in an office as neatly cleaned up as Heero’s?
Her eyes were searching, scanning the entire room, but she could see
anything but a bag. “Heidi, hurry up! He’s choking!” Duo
urged. Very soon, panic was all she felt, for she still hadn’t
found what she was looking for. Out of pure despair, she began ruffling
in the drawers of the desk, until she happened to look up and saw
a squashed, paper bag under Heero’s back. “Duo, lift him up,” she said. “Heidi, I’ve asked for a bag, so then why
are you talking about lifting him up?” Duo argued. “Just do it!” she snapped. Without further questioning he did so, and she snatched
the paper bag away the moment there was enough free space between
his body and the piece of furniture. She at once felt that there was
still something in it, so she turned it around to undo it from its
contents. On the floor fell a few demolished sandwiches, Heero’s
ruined lunch. Quickly she handed the thing to Duo. The surplus of oxygen in Heero’s lungs was smothering
him, and since long, everything he saw was a haze, things were flowing
into each other and everything was spinning in the air. Vaguely he
heard two voices arguing with each other, but they were drowned out
by a loud throbbing in his head. He felt himself being lifted up a
bit by two strong arms, and almost instantly after that, a paper bag
enclosed his mouth. The outrageous draughts of air he sucked in, bounced
back in the bag, and as he used the same air over and over again,
his breathing at last finally returned to its normal pace. “Heero, are you alright again?” Duo asked
worriedly. The Japanese still stared blankly in front of him for
a few moments, but then he slowly looked Duo into his face, and at
once threw his arms around his neck, crushing the latter against him
in utmost surprise. “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 them. “Maybe you shouldn’t
have done this after all,” she whispered to Duo. “You can’t conquer a fear if you don’t
face it, Heidi,” he whispered back, then gently pried Heero’s
arms from around his neck and looked him into the eyes. “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, and this time he even
managed without Heidi’s help. While Heidi opened the curtains
and Duo put some things on 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, so he pulled a little harder. It
still wouldn’t open, and all of a sudden, he realised where the
keys he had been looking for were. “You’re never going to believe this,”
he said to his lover and friend, still facing the door. “He has
locked me up.” “What did you say, Heero?” Duo asked. He furiously turned around and gave a frantic blow on
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 from my part, or he would know someone has been here
to try and set me free.” “Yeah, you’ve got a point there,” Duo
said pondering. “I know,” he suddenly said, looking up at
them. “We could crawl out of the window and climb to our office.” Heidi threw him a glare which could officially declare
him insane. “Oh, you’ve really outdone yourself this time!”
she exclaimed. “Do you actually enjoy acting so stupid or were
you just born like that?” “What? Why?” “We’re on the third floor here! Do you want
the both of us dead?!” “No, but…” “Stop it!” Heero interfered again. “I’m
just thinking of something. Duo, haven’t I once given a key of
my office to you?” Duo snapped his fingers and whooped in triumph. “That’s
true! I have asked you to keep a spare key of my office in case I
would lose mine, and God knows that already happened a lot, and then
I suggested it might be wise for you to do the same and give one to
me.” “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. “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 put 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 humongous, 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 you pockets?” “No, there is no hole or whatsoever in my pockets!
Let go of my pants!” “Okay, so maybe there’s no hole in your pockets,
but my key isn’t either!” he growled frustrated. “There it is!” Heidi suddenly yelled, pointing
at something on the floor. Both men followed the direction of her
finger and in a wave of relieve, Heero vaulted to the shiny thing
on the carpet, lying nearby the place where his desk had stood just
now. “See,” Duo said on a wiseacre-like tone. “I
hadn’t lost it. It has just fallen out of my pocket when you
took my pants off.” “Alright already. I’m sorry. Now you two,
get your ass out of here,” he said, throwing an anxious glance
out of the window for any sign of Doctor J’s car. When he opened the door, he looked straight into the
pale-blue eyes of Quatre. “I didn’t know you two were together!”
he hollered for the entire building, smiling brightly. Quatre’s yelling sounded like a thunderclap on
a deserted field in Heero’s ears, and before the little blonde
knew what happened he had jerked him and Trowa, who naturally was
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, have you
heard me?! Only you, Trowa and Wufei!” “And by the way, how do you know that?” Duo
meddled. “Quatre, have you been eavesdropping?” “Ehm… If I said no, would you believe me then?”
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
suddenly barked, defending his angelic lover. “I haven’t
been eavesdropping, and I know it too.” Duo was just about to dig a bit deeper into that, but
Heero resumed his lecture to Quatre. “Alright Quatre? I will tell it to 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 what
the hell are you grinning about like that?” He folded his hands behind his back and rocked back
and forth on his heels. “We heard you guys,” he sniggered. “You do realise what that means,” Heidi said
with a sly grin on her lips, sitting on the window-sill 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 challengingly looking at Trowa. “Sounds 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 security he allowed Duo to press his lips on his own and play
his tongue inside his mouth. Roving hands went over Duo’s back
and strong fingers clawed in his auburn braid, and only now 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 his 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 fright, 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 man. 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, and his eyes yet again widened in
panic. Desperately he jumped up and jerked his head from side to side.
The paper bag wasn’t that far away, in fact, it lay right beside
his chair. While he picked it up, his eyes strayed further across
the carpet, and only a few inches away from the door, he saw a huddle
of bread and meat, 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, so as fast as
he could, he leapt for his food and stuffed it back into the bag,
then sprinted back to get his previous position, behind his desk,
working, like nothing had happened. 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?” “For your own good,” Doctor J said simply,
stepping inside the room entirely now. “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.” “I see,” the old man said after a little pause.
“Then I haven’t trained you hard enough yet.” “Get it through that thick skull of yours, the
war is… 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. “What happened to your lunch, Heero?” he said,
suspiciously looking at the shrivelled and almost torn paper bag on
his desk. Heero tried to break the tension by asking him a question.
A stupid question. “Doctor J, where are the keys of my office?” He squinted at him through his thick glasses. “Did
you have any reason to lock the door then, Heero?” “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. But
the moment Doctor J had closed the door, he once again heard the lock
clicking back in its previous place. He had locked him up again, and
Heero still hadn’t got his keys back. “Doctor J! Doctor J, no!” he yelled, sprinting
for the door and furiously pounding on it. “Why are you locking
me up again?!” he asked, although 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. There was a little silence. He seemed to consider what
he would answer on that. “I’ll bring you something,”
he said. “And then you’re gonna lock me up *again*?!”
he 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 realised 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. To be continued ~*~*~ |
