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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
Chapter 8 The tension was almost mind-blowing, especially for
Heero, and the heartbeats of each one of them seemed to echo through
the room in a crazy cacophony of vibrating sounds. In spite of Duo’s
consoling words of the other day and his encouragements to really
go through with this, nevertheless Heero was immensely nervous. In
fact, he was nothing more than a trembling mass of flesh and blood
coiled up in Duo’s arms right there on the carpet of his office.
Duo marvelled at the fact of how someone who had faced a hundreds,
nay, a thousands of Mobile Suits, Leo’s, Aries and whatsoever,
could be so afraid of one man. “Heero, would you calm down? You’re trembling
so hard, your limbs are gonna fall right off. It’s not good to
be so nervous all the time,” Duo said in an attempt to enlighten
the tensed atmosphere a bit. He gently took Heero’s chin between
his thumb and index finger and gave him a tender kiss. “It will
be fun, you know.” “Fun?! How can it possibly be fun?!” Heero
cried. “You know, once we have him tied up on that table
and he’s completely defenceless, we can jeer at him as much as
we like. Not kill him at once, play with him a bit first.” “Play with him? How do you mean?” “Oh, Heero my love, I have a lot of things in mind.
Just leave everything up to me. He’ll regret the day he has ever
tried to turn you into a Perfect Soldier, you’ll see. We’ll
make him cry, make him beg for mercy. Believe me. It will be fun.” “Surely, you’re not gonna… You know…”
Heero stammered. “What? Heavens, no!” Duo yelled disgusted,
understanding that peculiar look in his eyes. “I would never…
My God, the thought only. No, Heero. Definitely not the kind of fun
I was talking about.” “I see… Fun…” Heero smiled, leaning
back against his sweetheart. “I see your point.” After a
few moments, Duo felt him fidgeting again. “Duo? What do you
think is the most beautiful thing?” he said melancholically. “What do you mean?” “You know, something that really makes your heart
going, something that moves you.” Duo looked briefly up in thoughts and at once a dreamy,
somewhat impish grin appeared on his face. “Waking up next to
you after a long, exhausting night of wild, hot sex,” he smiled. “Good,” Heero smiled back at him. “Never
forget that. Memories are precious.” “Heero, you’re still acting like you’re
gonna die. Stop brooding on it, okay? Look, Heidi’s standing
by the window to see when Doctor J arrives. The moment she spots him,
she’ll hurry over to the others to wait for him to come in. They
will stay close to the wall, but I’m sure that he will be so
lost in his own fury that he won’t even notice them. And then
it’s just like I have said.” Heero smiled at him, reaching his hand up to run his
fingers thankfully through his soft hair and leaned forward to kiss
him again, a bit deeper and more passionate than the last time, causing
Duo to moan slightly. “Oh my God, they’re gonna do it right here.
Avert your eyes everyone,” Quatre joked. Duo reached up to Heero’s desk, grabbing for whatever
he could get a hold of that wasn’t too heavy, and tossed the
object to Quatre with a well-aimed throw. “Aw! That hurt, dammit!” he scowled, picking
up what had turned out to be a green marker and throwing it back to
the two still huddled together on the ground. “Thought you would only simulate.” “We weren’t doing it yet, were we? It was
only a kiss,” Duo retorted. “Bet it was enough to get you a hard-one, though,”
Quatre smirked, eying a distinct bulge forming between Duo’s
legs. “People might start thinking you were actually born with
it.” “Oh, look who’s talking,” Heero joined
in on the discussion. “If I should only start counting all the
times you and Trowa were using your office as a bedroom, I would still
be sitting here next year! Or were you just simulating too?” “Hey, no fair! I’m sure that, if Doctor J
wouldn’t be bothering you, you two would do that as well!” “Sure as hell,” Duo sniggered. “Hey,
I know something! Starting tomorrow, were gonna try and outdo each
other, alright?” “Deal!” Quatre cried. “Are you guys done acting stupid?” Heidi suddenly
said from the window. “He’s coming?” Duo said, snatching his
head around. “Yes,” Heidi said, bouncing to the door to
await the little alert sound from the elevator and his footsteps. “Alright, time for some action here,” Duo
grinned, rubbing his hands together at the prospect of a good riot.
“Heero, don’t do anything unless I say so. It will all be
perfect.” Duo watched Heidi closely until she would motion that
Doctor J was approaching. It seemed to take forever. Next to him,
he could feel the heart of the boy clutched against him thundering
in his chest. “Duo,” Heidi whispered. “He’s here.” “Okay Heero, show time. Now, scream my name.” But the young pilot was paralysed in his fear and didn’t
react, only stared with big, terrified Prussian orbs to that door. “Heero, come on now,” he said urgently. “Scream,
moan, do *something*!” Still there was no reaction, and Duo couldn’t think
of anything better than to start making real advanced towards him. “Heero!” he hissed. He sneaked his hand between
Heero’s legs and gave a good squeeze, making him snap out of
his momentary trance and finally throwing his head back. “Ah Duo…” he moaned. “Yes Heero, that’s good,” Duo groaned,
both in an encouraging and provoking way. “Nnh… Heero, yeah… right there.”
He knew that Heero himself was too afraid to play along, so he had
no other choice than to arouse him for real and nibble along his neck,
eliciting the necessary moans from him, but sure enough, it had the
effect he had wished for. The door burst open, and from that moment
on, it seemed to Heero that everything happened in a rush, a haze.
Wufei tackled Doctor J’s feet with the hilt of his sword, so
the man tripped and fell, face forward, down on the ground. The four
others leapt from their places, allowing Duo first to rip off his
coat, then held him in an iron grip, Trowa clamping down on his wrists
and Wufei pressing his entire weight onto Doctor J’s legs. In
spite of the threatening barrels pressed at each side of his head,
he squirmed and grunted wildly, mostly out of frenzy instead of fear.
The two pilots holding him could barely keep him in place and were
starting to lose strength. “Duo, what the fucking hell is taking you so long
to find those friggin’ tranquillisers?!” Wufei panted, straining
to keep the wriggling legs pinned on the ground. “Hold on, Wufei. There’s a lot of stuff inhere,
I can’t find them,” Duo said, groping around in the numerous
pockets. “But I know they’re here somewhere. They must be.
Surely, he wouldn’t go anywhere without them, they’re a
part of his gruesome stock. He’s defenceless without them. Nothing,
nothing at all. Just an old, rambling fool who should probably be
in a mental home. Yeah, that’s where he…” “Duo, would you quit the fucking monologue and
find those tranquillizers!” Trowa snapped, his muscles aching
from the constant tension. “Here they are!” he suddenly cried in triumph,
holding up a box with a series of syringes. He quickly pulled one
of the needles out of the box, removed the protection cap and thrust
in into Doctor J’s neck. “Did you hit a vein?” Heidi asked. “Eh… I don’t know. Is that necessary?”
Duo asked stupidly. “Of course it is!” she hissed. “When
you give someone an injection, you always have to do that in a vein,
you absolute moron!” “Well, I’m sorry! How was I supposed to know,”
he wailed. “It’s your plan, you should’ve foreseen
this all!” she argued. “Well, maybe next time, you should do it!” “We’re all counting on it that there won’t
*be* a next time!” Caught up in their personal conflict, they hadn’t
noticed Heero slowly rising to his feet, his legs quivering slightly,
his big eyes filled with fear fixed upon a still outrageous Doctor
J, but his mind holding on to the thought of a carefree life with
Duo once he would be gone. That little twinge of hope and strong desire
gave him just enough strength to rise a shivering hand and plunge
his little finger side in the crook of Doctor J neck, hard enough
to finally silence him up. Heidi, Duo and Quatre jerked their heads in his direction
in surprise, and Trowa and Wufei could only be glad they could finally
relax their muscles. “Well, there’s another way to do it,”
Duo said merrily. “Good job, Heero.” “I must say, you have quite a good idea of building
up the tension, Mr.-it-can’t-go-wrong,” Wufei muttered,
twisting his arms a few times. “Oh, shut your mouth. We have him where we want
to have him, don’t we? Heero, I’m proud of you, you’re
the best,” Duo said, throwing his arms around his lover’s
neck. “Hey, you guys. Thank you so much for helping us out, you
don’t know what…” “Yeah, alright already! Enough of the mushiness,”
Wufei interrupted him. “Now, get that asshole on the table before
he wakes up again.” “Heero, on with the real fun,” Duo smirked. ********** Don’t be afraid. It will all be alright. ‘It
will all be alright my ass!’ Heero thought sullenly. It had almost
turned out to be a massacre. If Duo could read his thoughts, he probably
would’ve said: “Heero, you’re overreacting again.”
But that’s just the way it was. While Duo was on his desperate
search for the tranquillizers, Heero was practically bathing in cold
sweat. The way Doctor J was struggling to get free and the blazing
expression on his face, transfixed upon the petrified boy… Heero
had almost felt his eyes piercing through his thick glasses and burning
two scorching holes in his very soul. The moment he would’ve
managed to free himself, all would’ve happened so fast. His mighty
strong hand would’ve enclosed Heero’s neck in the wink of
an eye and no gun would’ve been fast enough to prevent the old
man from snapping Heero’s neck first. Only now, after more than
half an hour since the ambush, he started to feel calm enough to allow
a certain kind of comfort, even mirth seeping into his heart. The
view of Doctor J lying there on that dreaded table with his one wrist
clasped in an iron clip, his two ankles too, and a tinier one for
the iron construction that had to replace his other hand gave him
such a satisfaction of the grudge he had against him. “Why is he sleeping so long? Why won’t he
wake up? I have so much in mind. Come on wake up now! Wake up!”
he yelled. “Maybe he’s dead already,” Heero said
soberly. “You did take the tranquillizers and not some kind of
deadly poison, did you?” “Of course I did take the tranquillizers. You think
I’m stupid or something?” he said, digging inside his pocket
for the box and starting to empty it. “Aren’t there any
instructions inhere? How long will it still be active?” Suddenly
he jerked his head back to Heero, realisation and a slight reproach
readable in his eyes. “Maybe *you* have killed him with that
punch in his neck.” “Ah, it wasn’t that hard. It couldn’t
have killed him,” Heero argued. “Just enough to knock him
unconscious, since apparently the drug didn’t work because you
had missed a vein.” “Hey, I didn’t say I missed a vein! I said
I didn’t know. I might as well have hit one!” “Look, our sleeping beauty is waking up!”
Quatre suddenly said. Heero and Duo dropped their little quarrel and
Quatre’s comment was welcomed by mocking sniggers from all of
them. Doctor J slowly pried his eyes open, above him six grinning
faces, eyes bent on revenge. He turned his head wildly about him to
see his environment and grunted fiercely at the humiliation the moment
he realised where he was and moreover, the state he was in now. Discarded
from his clothes, except for his underwear, his grey eyes for the
first time visible for all of them, his abilities to move extremely
restricted. “Doctor J…” Duo said slowly, his voice
dangerously hovering somewhere between a threatening tone and a maniacal
laugh. “So good of you to join us again.” “Heero,” Doctor J said with a quivering voice,
looking at his pupil with pleading eyes and seemingly thinking that
he too was a victim of Duo’s evil plan. “Help me. Get me
out of here. You were always such a good student, always so obedient.
So then, listen to me now and unfasten me.” “Quiet, old man!” Duo snapped. “Doctor J, you don’t have to work on my emotions,”
Heero almost growled. “I don’t have that, remember? You
have taught me that.” He moved away from the table, took the
key from Duo who had already fished it out of the white coat, that
same key to activate that gruesome machine, and slowly made his way
to the ignition. “Has it never occurred to you,” he sniggered
maliciously, “that if I could kill anyone at all, *anyone*, that
I might as well kill you? Probably thought that I was too afraid to
do that, and it’s true, I was too afraid. Because I already had
to endure too much pain, mentally and physically. You didn’t
only punish me when I showed any emotions, or tried to work against
you, but at length you punished me for the tiniest, littlest thing.
But now, now you are tied up, defenceless. And I know all too well
that hurting someone who’s defenceless holds no honour, but I
don’t care, because it’s you, and you are a serious pain
in the ass. So then, Doctor J, let’s see if I can convert those
little theories of you into practice.” Almost solemnly, he stuck
the key in the ignition and pulled the handle down, highly enjoying
the fact that the tables were turned now and that he could finally
pay him back in his own coin. Those pained screams, hearing them brought
him fulfilment. That jerking body, seeing it made him feel satisfied.
But it wasn’t his purpose to kill him just yet, just a little
taste of what Heero had experienced too much. “You will probably blame Duo for this,” Heero
said the moment it was quiet again and sauntering back to his lover.
“If I had never met him, then maybe I would still be inhuman.
And yes, Duo *has* made me weak and vulnerable, but that doesn’t
matter, because, for once and for all, THE WAR IS OVER!” “You say it, Hee-chan,” Duo encouraged him,
grabbing his chin in his hand and turning his head to kiss him, tongues
visibly caressing and moans intentionally loud with only one purpose:
pestering the hell out of Doctor J. “Don’t do that, it’s not natural!”
Doctor J snapped. It actually brought Heero in a spontaneous philosophical,
yet truthful mood. “Doctor J, what *is* natural? Is it natural
to share your whole goddamned life with a woman you don’t love?
To please her in bed while in fact you don’t give one fuck about
her? Let me tell you, Doctor J. When a person makes your heart thunder
in your throat and makes your legs feel like pudding and causes a
whole lot of other reactions which I’m not gonna tell you right
now, then you don’t really give a damn whether it’s a man
or a woman. Love is just love, and it’s only “unnatural”
to push those feelings away.” “Heero, I hope you do realize that, if I ever get
out of this alive, I will hunt you down and kill you personally, together
with that boyfriend of yours,” Doctor J grunted. “That’s been in my mind, yes. But you *won’t*
get out of this alive,” he said simplistically. “I really thought you had more wits that this.
Risking you life for some foolish love-affair.” “No, Doctor J,” Duo said. “It goes way
deeper than that. It’s about making sacrifices, taking risks,
breaking certain rules sometimes. When you’re willing to do such
things for each other, then a “foolish love-affair” can
soon turn out to be something more.” “But the society…” “The society can go to hell and never come back
as far as I’m concerned!” Duo barked. “We love each
other and they’ll just have to accept that. *You* will have to
accept that.” “You have never cared about me, have you, Doctor
J?” Heero asked. “Sure I have. Wasn’t your inhumanity the best
proof that you weren’t eaten alive by guilt every time you came
back from battle?” “And who said I wanted to be like that? Who has
given you permission to raise me like that? You have never asked for
my opinion, and when I tried to give it to you, you wouldn’t
listen! To you, I wasn’t but a tool to win some ridiculous war,
and you were willing to go through everything to create something
that no-one can be: perfection. While all I wanted to do was to live
my life like a normal boy, with normal feelings. Why do you think
I went on so many suicide missions? I wanted to die, my life was a
living hell. I was being chased and adored by the wrong one. Relena
was jumping around me like crazy. And that boy I really wanted was
already seeing someone. All those times we were alone, the two of
us, the only thing I wanted to do was to take him then and there.
I’m telling ya, at times like that it wasn’t really all
that convenient to wear a spandex, and if you ever saw me with sunglasses
on, it wasn’t always to protect my eyes from the sun, but to
keep people from seeing the yearnings in them. And now that I finally
have him, I’m not gonna let you, of all people, ruining it.” “Stop that twaddle and untie me!” Doctor J
kept on trying, his tone demanding. “No!” Heero said harshly. “You see, Doctor
J, there’s nothing that’s more beautiful than to see your
lover sitting on red satin sheets, waiting for you to make love, then
see him falling asleep against your chest. It’s the kind of pleasure
and warmth you have denied me for my entire life. But not anymore,
Doctor J. Your dictationship over me is over.” “So you’re gonna fill your days with humping
each other?” Doctor J grunted, grimacing at the mere thought. “Humping until we have no more cock left,”
Duo cheered. “Ooh, I can’t wait to have you, Heero. To have
you between my legs again.” “Again?! How do you mean, again?!” Doctor
J yelled. Grinning, Duo popped out the key of Heero’s office.
“Recognise this?” “Why, that’s…” “That’s right. Heero wasn’t as locked
up as you thought he was. Whenever you were gone, I was there. Making
love to him. Kissing him for the days we were separated. Licking him
for the times I have hurt him. Fucking him to make up for everything.” “Stop it! I couldn’t stand the thought!”
Doctor J shouted in disgust. “Oh, you couldn’t stand the thought, you say.
Then you must die at the view of it,” Duo smirked. “Duo, you aren’t actually going to…”
Heero smiled nervously. “Don’t worry, Hee-chan. No such private stuff
inhere,” he said, although he did push Heero down in a chair
and nestled himself on his lap. “Only the next best thing. See
those little wires on his head? They’re connected to Heidi’s
head. Her thoughts will be sent to his brains and there’s no
way he can block them out, whether he opens or closes his eyes. And
on that screen over there we can follow everything.” He popped
out a little remote control and gave a swift wink to Heidi, who was
sitting at ease in a cosy chair. In response of that, she gave a naughty
smile and closed her eyes. Soon they could see two figures on the
screen, vaguely in the beginning, but the picture sharpened quickly. “Hey, that’s us!” Heero said surprised. “Hush now, my love. She might give us some good
ideas,” Duo said, gently putting a finger on Heero’s lips. “Is that what Heidi’s thinking right now?” “Yes it is. Now, be quiet. She can’t concentrate otherwise,” he said on a dimmed tone, although he knew that Heidi didn’t really need any concentration to fantasise about them, she did it like all the time. He was only too curious to see what kind of concoctions were going on inside her head to continue the conversation with his sweetheart. Soon he drifted off and leaned heavier against Heero’s chest at the sight of their bodies surrounded by soft sheets, and it didn’t take long before they could hear sounds of disapproval and utter dismay coming from Doctor J. How versatile she could be sometimes concerning fantasies about them, this time she opted to make them play with food. Ice-cream to be more precise. They saw Duo, seated between Heero’s legs, his hair down, dragging a big, round box of strawberry ice-cream towards him, rolling it over Heero’s belly and chest a few times before opening it. The condense on the box was a sharp contrast with the heat of his skin and his muscles flexed at the feel of it. Grabbing a handful of the expensive, high-quality sweetness,
he rubbed it over that same area, slowly, giving it time to melt and
make his slender body slick with soft-pink cream. It made Heero sucking
in a harsh, pleasure-filled breath, and only hardly recovered from
the dazzling effect it had on him, his hand almost automatically reached
out to the freezing box too. His vision clouded with rapture as Duo
slid a delicate finger along his groin, he clawed into the fruity
mass and before Duo got the chance to make that teasing finger proceed
to the tightness he longed to feel, Heero splashed the ice-cream against
his lover’s stomach, causing him to jerk his head up in surprise.
The melting treat dribbled down, but it’s way was barred by a
burning shaft of pulsing flesh. Soon, those sweet, thick drops were
followed by a deft hand, still smudged with ice-cream, and Duo groaned
loudly through gritted teeth at the shocking chill that hand brought
forth as its fingers curled around his cock. Heero took advantage
of it to use it as some sort of lubricant, combined with the growing
drops of pre cum beading at his tip. He moved up- and downward, quickening
the more Duo’s face faded into pleasure, and it didn’t take
long before the latter began rocking his hips to meet Heero’s
vigorous pumps, moaning, biting his lip, tossing his head back. He
got lost in the subtle activities, but trusted Heero enough that he
would stop in time before he climaxed. His conjecture was right, although
it had been a very close call, and he needed some time to catch his
breath and ease his outrageously pounding heart. Meanwhile, five pairs of dumbfounded eyes were fixed
upon the screen, and Quatre swiftly licked his lips, because he was
absolutely positive that he was drooling over what was happening. “Trowa, I demand that we do that too!” he
cried. “What? Jerking each other off? We already do that,”
he stated soberly. “No! That stuff with the ice-cream, I mean!” “Oh. Okay,” he said shrugging. Quatre’s cries of protest were drowned out by cries
of frenzy, coming from Doctor J, but except for Duo and Heero, no-one
didn’t really pay attention to it. The old man was trying to
get free in whatever possible way, but the iron shackles didn’t
budge. His efforts resulted his screams to resolve in desperate coughs,
almost at the verge of choking. “Duo, I think he’s gonna throw up,” Heero
said, not in the least worried, in fact, only amused by the success
of their game. “Wanna place a bet?” Duo said merrily. “Okay. Uhm… how about, if he throws up, you’re
gonna be my slave for a month, and vise versa,” he said, holding
up his hand, palm upwards. “Deal!” Duo cried, slapping the hand. Suddenly their attention was drawn by a slight moan
from Heidi as she shifted in her chair, eyes still closed and cheeks
red from excitement. In the mean time, Duo had recovered enough in
her head, and the attention of the five young men was drawn further
to the screen as a half pained, half ecstatic groan came from Heero.
The braided pilot had taken another grab of the crystallized delicacy
and had started a crazy assault on his willing victim’s entrance.
Time to feel any pain, he didn’t get though, for Duo’s fingers
were quick to find that sensitive spot, the same time he flicked out
his tongue to touch the darkening head of Heero’s member. He
suckled on it as if it was a lollipop, the ice-cream smeared across
it making it all the more sweet. His busy fingers fed an undefined,
never satiable hunger and freed his caged soul, almost devoured his
being as Duo’s teasing activities reached an nearly unbearable
level. “Duo… No! Oh… Stop it!!” Heero cried.
“I’m… I’m gonna come if… if you don’t…” The young American obeyed and withdrew his fingers,
smiling looking down upon his writhing lover. He slid his hands under
Heero’s knees and carefully draped them over his shoulders, rendering
him very easy access. He himself remained seated on his knees, not
wanting to restrict the other boy’s ability to breathe too much.
His misty gaze stayed fixed upon Heero’s face until they made
eye-contact and was answered by a swift nod. Thereupon he gave a hard
thrust. Heero screamed and winced in pain at the intrusion, but his
features switched to intense pleasure as Duo repeatedly banged against
his prostate. The heavenly friction around Duo’s member sent
his mind spinning and whirling, and the smell of sugared strawberries
mingled with their sweat, the mere thought of both of them doing this
caused a definite overload inside his head. He clamped the base of
Heero’s thighs to apply all of his force, his hips bucking at
a savage pace. Sooner, much quicker than he had wished for, he could
feel Heero’s body tense and vaguely he noticed gushes of thick
liquid leaving him and hitting him on his stomach, his own orgasm
not delayed much longer. Heero’s legs lazily glided away from
his shoulders, and once that light burden discarded, he allowed himself
to lean forward onto his lover’s chest and slumber away into
sweet dreams together with him. Everything went black on the screen. Heidi had opened
her eyes and came back to reality. Heero sweatdropped as he threw a swift glance to his
colleagues, the three of them standing there with an obvious bulge
in their pants, Wufei with a bleeding nose on top of it. “Duo, that still seemed pretty private to me,”
Heero said nervously. “Hey, did we torture the man or did we torture
him?” Duo said, springing upright and scurrying over to Doctor
J. He grabbed his chin and rudely jerked his head from side to side,
paying no heed to the fierce grunts and even attempts to bite him
in his fingers. “Duo, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Heero asked. “I wanna know if he has puked, so you can be my
slave for a whole month.” “Oh…” Heero watched him examining his
face for traces of vomit, and his heart missed a beat as he saw Duo
looking up at him with mischievous eyes, saying only one thing: Be
afraid. Be very afraid. With a wicked grin on his face he sauntered
back to his personal slave for the month, knowing he would enjoy every
moment of it. By the time he had reached Heero however, his face had
turned to complete seriousness, a kind of earnestness Heero had rarely
seen coming from him. Duo realized, it was about time to deliver Doctor
J the final mental blow. “Heero,” he said softly, standing right in
front of him. “Duo? What’s the matter with you? You’re
so serious all of a sudden,” Heero said awkwardly. A strange
kind of feeling filled him as Duo kneeled down on one knee and took
Heero’s hand in his. “Heero, do you want to marry me?” Duo said
with a slightly shivering voice, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He was stunned and caught be surprise by the unexpected
question, and the fact of Doctor J going berserk with rage didn’t
even penetrate his head. The only thing he could do for the moment
was look around in confusion. He saw Quatre and Trowa looking at him
with a happy face, Wufei was still wiping blood away from under his
nose, and somewhere in the background, he thought that he could hear
Heidi cheering something like “Yay! Unlimited sex!” For
a brief moment, the thought crossed his head that Duo was only doing
this to annoy Doctor J, but any traces of doubt were wiped away as
he looked back into those sincere eyes, still waiting for an answer.
They radiated genuine love and a whole lot of promises if he would
say yes. He knew what Duo was doing here. Surely it would infuriate
Doctor J, but that wasn’t his chief reason, only a little treat.
He would’ve asked him anyway, but honestly, he couldn’t
have picked a better moment to do it. “Heero?” Duo asked, his hope faltering at
Heero’s seeming hesitation. Heero soothed his anxiety by a warm smile. “Duo,
there’s nothing that I would want more,” he said. “Really?” Duo said, stumbling back upright.
“Oh Heero, I’m so happy!” He gently took Heero’s
head in his hands and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “NO! Heero, how dare you! You’re a Perfect
Soldier! That brat will destroy everything! All my labour, all those
trainings!” Doctor J hollered from his table, making the whole
thing shake with his outrageous tugs. Duo sighed and shook his head. “What do you say
about killing him off right now?” he asked. “Couldn’t agree with you more.” He yanked Heero close against him around his waist and
both of them looked at him, gaze freezing cold, Duo’s gun pointed
at him. “We win, you lose,” he growled, and with an
expressionless face he pulled the trigger and killed him with a well-aimed
shot in his heart. “Game over.” He broke away from Heero’s embrace and went sitting
in the chair, but Heero slowly walked towards the corpse, eyes big,
senses still sharp, as if Doctor J would still open his eyes and burst
out in maniacal laughter. He carefully bowed over him to look him
in the eyes. Lifeless. He listened to his breathing. Silence. He felt
his pulse. Nothing. He was gone, really, for good. “Duo, you have killed him,” he said incredulously,
straightening again. For a moment, Duo thought he was blaming him, but he
felt relieve wash over him as he saw Heero bursting out in tears of
happiness. “You killed the old lunatic!” he cried, flying
in Duo’s arms. “You killed him! He’s dead! I can’t
believe it!” “Heero, calm down now!” Duo laughed. He leaned
forward to steal a kiss from his lover and noticed that he was slightly
surprised. “Get used to it, my future husband. I’m gonna
kiss you sore,” he chuckled. Heero chuckled back at him and nestled his head against
his Duo’s shoulder in complete contentment. “Duo,” he said suddenly. “Yeah?” “Do I even want to know what you meant by “breaking
certain rules sometimes”?” Duo looked up in thoughts for a moment, then looked back to his lover. “Naah.” Owari |
