12-4-2001

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. They are the property of Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency.

Title: When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 5/?

Author: KwyckSylver kwycksylver@aol.com

Rating: R this chapter but the fic will be NC17 overall.

Pairing: 1x2x1

Warning: Angst, betrayal, humor (I hope), lemons and lots of other good things.

 

WHEN ALL THE LAUGHTER DIES IN SORROW 5/?

~*~

"Kiss me Heero," Duo whispered, "you know you want to." He pulled Heero tightly against him, pressing his lips hard on Heero's mouth.

Heero felt something snap within, like a rubber band breaking. The emotions he'd kept bound since the first day he'd seen the other boy, were now free. He felt at ease. He felt warm and safe. He released his grip around Duo's neck, sliding his arms around him instead in a relaxed embrace then slipped his tongue into Duo's mouth.

For the first time since his parents' deaths, Heero felt at peace. His heart was saying it felt good, it felt right and he was where he belonged.

But reason was telling him something else, and he began to listen. Whatever this attraction was between them, Duo was trying to use it to his advantage.

The warmth he'd felt cooled as he tensed up, the control he so carefully kept over his feelings was back in place.

"Stop it," Heero glared as he pushed Duo away, holding him at arms length. "Distracting me is not going to work."

Duo was stunned. He had felt Heero melt into the kiss, he'd enjoyed it as much as Duo did. What went wrong? He gazed into Heero's face, trying to read what was going on inside his head. All he could see was his own reflection in the cold glass of Heero's eyes.

"Heero, I wasn't trying to . . ." Duo began.

"I don't want to hear it," Heero said, cutting him off. "You're going to tell me everything when we get to Coach's house, even if I have to force it out of you," Heero said, pulling Duo by the arm.

"No!," Duo jerked his arm out of Heero's grasp, "you don't understand."

"No, you don't understand. This is bigger than you, me or your father," Heero turned his back towards Duo, "you've been trying to see my tattoo, well take a good look at it. What you've been looking for is there."

Duo stared at the tattoo, inside the heart was the phrase 'Stellae Patria Mea' (1), the official motto of LaGrange One.

"I'm leaving now because you have a decision to make. Either turn me in to your 'brother', or meet me at Wufei's. The decision is yours."

~*~

Zechs pulled into the driveway and clicked the remote. After a few seconds he drove his BMW into the garage as the door closed behind him. He'd bought the car a few months earlier but hadn't had an opportunity, until now, to see what a Z8 could do. He'd taken her out on the highway and opened up all eight cylinders, pushing the 5.0 liter, 32 valve engine to its limit. He was exhilarated, the car did everything the salesman had promised, and then some. Feeling the power of 394 horses under the hood as the air whipped fiercely through his hair was almost as good as sex.

He entered the house through the door that led from the garage to the kitchen, flicking on the light switch. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, popped it open and walked upstairs, taking a long from the bottle as he went to his bedroom.

"It's rather rude not to offer your guest one, wouldn't you agree?"

"Treize, what the hell are you doing here? I can't afford to having my neighbors see me get a visit from the head of Oz Security".

"No one saw me. I thought I'd pay my favorite operative and his little charge a visit. Where is he, by the way?"

"He's off doing what he's supposed to be doing, what's wrong?" Zechs asked.

Treize's grin was a little too wide, his attitude a little too flippant, he was bringing bad news.

"The senior Mr. Maxwell saw fit to have a heart attack sometime during the night. Unfortunately, no one noticed until it was too late. We found him dead in his cell this morning," Treize said.

"And we now have nothing to hold over the boy to make him cooperate," Zechs added. He couldn't help but feel sorrow for Duo.

"You need to keep him from finding out," Treize said.

"How? He's only been cooperative so far because we've let him speak to his father every couple of weeks," Zechs asked.

"Find a way," Treize suggested, "I don't care how. He's dead now too as soon as he finds the mole."

"You never said anything about killing him," Zechs's voice grew low and angry.

"You're getting soft, Zechs," Treize smirked, "I thought I taught you better than that."

"I'm not getting soft, I'm questioning our methods. He's working for us against his will."

"He's betraying his own people," Treize said with contempt.

"Because he loves his father," Zechs countered.

"He's still a traitor. He was of some use to us while his father was alive and in our custody," Treize stated. "Now he's just a liability. But I'll make a deal with you, if you can turn him to our side, I'll let you keep him as a toy."

"Oz has made you into a complete bastard, Treize. I wonder if the same thing will happen to me," Zechs shook his head sadly.

"I'm not blind, Zechs. I know you care for the boy. Don't do anything stupid because of it," Treize threatened, "I'd have to hurt you and that would break my heart."

"You haven't had any heart in a long time," Zechs sneered.

Treize rose from his chair, "no I haven't," he admitted, "it's a commodity I can't afford. And neither can you."

Treize left, his threats still ringing in Zechs's ears as he stripped for his shower, wondering what was he going to do now.

~*~

Duo sat on the bench outside the showers, his face buried in his hands while he thought things through. How had Heero found out about him? What had he done to give himself away? What was he going to do now?

"Hey son, it's time you got your butt home, I have to clean the place and lock up for the night."

Duo jerked in surprise, the large man standing before him had been so quiet, he hadn't heard him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Otto, what time is it?" Duo asked.

"It's about seven, time for you to be home eating dinner," Otto, the janitor, replied.

"Oh hell, I'm late getting to Coach's," Duo grabbed his backpack, "goodnight."

"Not so fast, you're not leaving that mess for me to clean up," the janitor pointed his finger at the pile of towels laying on the floor, "put those in the hamper before you go."

"Yes sir," Duo gathered them up and stuffed them into the canvas bag sitting next to the bench. It seemed no one on the team knew what a hamper was for.

He walked outside and began heading in the direction of Wufei's home then stopped short. He was going to Coach's, and not home. He had even said it out loud without realizing it. His subconscious mind had made the choice his conscious self had been afraid to make, and it made him nervous.

"I hope to hell I'm doing the right thing," he said to himself.

"You are," Heero answered as he stepped from the shadows, "I've been waiting for you. Come on, my car is over there," he pointed at the parking lot.

Duo tried to take a step, but he couldn't move.

"I need your help, Heero. I feel so stupid, a moment ago I was fine but now I'm frozen scared," Duo could feel a lump rise in his throat as he fought back tears, " and you were right, Oz has my dad and they've threatened to kill him if I don't help them. I didn't know what else to do but go along."

"Give me your hand, Duo," Heero said softly as he reached out to him.

Duo's whole body shook as he held out his hand. Heero laced his fingers through Duo's, pulling him into a hug. Duo held on tightly, as if Heero were the lifeline that would keep him from drowning.

"You don't have to face this alone anymore," Heero whispered, "you have me now."

~*~

"Welcome to my home Duo," Wufei said, "please, come inside."

"Thank you," Duo said quietly as he stepped through the door, "Heero is right behind, as soon as he locks up his car."

"Follow me to the kitchen, I've fixed some tea, and there's food if you are hungry," Wufei offered.

"I don't think I can eat," Duo replied, "but tea sounds good."

"Have a seat at the table and I'll get it," Wufei said, "and relax, you're among friends."

Wufei set the pot on the table, along with three cups. He added a sugar bowl and a plate of lemon slices a few seconds later, along with spoons for stirring. He poured the tea and sat down across from Duo.

"I suppose Heero has told you about me?" Wufei asked.

"I filled him in on our ride over here," Heero answered as he joined them in the kitchen, sitting next to Duo.

Duo stared intently into his tea as he slowly stirred the spoon back and forth in his cup. He raised his eyes at Wufei, "Heero tells me you know my dad."

Wufei nodded, "I've only met him a couple of times. Tell us what happened, no one within our network seems to know."

"I don't know what happened, exactly. All I do know is that late one night Oz broke down our door and arrested my father and me as spies. They took us to jail where they separated us," he could feel himself ramble as his tongue loosened, "Oh, they somehow already knew about the tattoos because they were sure they would find one on my dad. They strip searched me looking for mine, but I don't have one," Duo shuddered as he talked about it.

"I think my father convinced them I didn't know anything because they didn't interrogate me. Instead they forced me into this deal. Either I help them root out more colonists, or they would publicly execute my father as a spy. If I helped them, they would let my father go as long as we agreed to deportation to one of their mining camps."

Duo's hands were shaking badly, Wufei rested his on top of them, "take a few deep breaths and calm down, just tell us what happened, don't try to relive it, you'll only cause yourself pain."

"I know," Duo replied, "but I've been living with this fear inside me for three months now. It's been hard trying to act normal, knowing what would happen if I make a mistake."

"Duo, confiding in us is not a mistake. You are doing the right thing. Your father would tell you so, if he could. And I think he'd be very proud of you," Wufei smiled, "you've shown more guts that most men twice your age would. I'm sorry for putting you through this, but it's necessary."

"I know," Duo sighed.

Heero nudged him to take his arm off the table when Wufei walked to the stove, taking the kettle off for more tea.

Duo responded by laying his hand in Heero's, which rested open in his lap, and lacing their fingers together. Heero gently stroked the palm of Duo's hand with his thumb. It was reassuring and comforting to them both.

Their movements had not escaped Wufei's notice, his back was only half turned and he'd seen them from the corner of his eye. It seemed they were bonding. The rumors he'd heard might be true after all.

He poured more water into the pot and added a couple more tea bags. He returned to his chair and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry Duo, but we must continue . . .before that day, did you know your parents were from the colonies? Your father told me you had no idea, that he never told you," Wufei asked.

"My father finally told me about a year ago," Duo answered, but he was looking at Heero as he spoke, instead of the coach, "but I always knew there was something different about us. When my mother was alive, I remember hushed conversations between her and my dad when they thought I wasn't around or wasn't paying attention. And there'd be visitors sometimes. I'd sit on the stairs and listen to them talk. I didn't really understand when I was little, but as I got older, I started putting two and two together."

"Do you know if your father was working on anything at that time?" Wufei continued his debriefing.

Duo sipped his tea, giving himself a chance to think, "I don't think so. He hadn't been traveling the last couple of months before that night, if that's what you mean. He'd been sticking close to home."

Once again, Duo directed his answer at Heero instead of Wufei.

"Anything else you can remember? Any visitors during that time?" Wufei asked.

Duo shook his head but his eyes never left Heero, "none that I know of, but they could have been there while I was at school. My father would just shut himself off in his room and stay on his computer for hours."

"He never told you what he was doing?" Heero asked.

As they had been speaking, the two boys raised their enfolded hands to the table, no longer hiding what they were doing from Wufei. He wondered if they were even aware they had done so.

"No," Duo said, again shaking his head.

"Who was the last person you know of that came to see your father?" Wufei asked.

"I only saw him for a moment. He looked old. He was skinny with thin gray hair and he wore it kind of long. Now that I think of it, it was after their meeting that my father began spending all his time on his computer. May I have some more tea?"

Wufei nodded as Duo reached for the teapot with one hand, Heero had still not let go of the other, "What can you tell me about the man who is posing as your half brother? Our databases have no information on any Oz personnel named Zechs Merquise."

"That's the only name I know him by. I can tell you he comes from a rich family, you know, the type they call 'old money'."

"What does he look like?" Heero asked.

"He's tall. He has white-blond hair he wears to the small of his back and pale blue eyes. I can get him to bring me to school tomorrow, so you can get a look at him. He's mentioned doing that anyway, as part of his cover," Duo added, "he thinks it would look strange if he didn't. You can see he doesn't have much experience dealing with regular people. I think he's weird but he does treat me decently."

"Duo, I don't want you to go back to that house," Heero insisted.

"I don't have a choice, I have to," Duo said.

"He's right, Heero. He has to stay there," Wufei agreed, "otherwise this Merquise might get suspicious. I doubt Oz would hesitate to kill Duo if they thought he wasn't cooperating," Wufei pointed out, "besides, now that we know, we can help Duo appear to be looking for us, without really doing it."

"Duo, the moment he acts suspicious, you get the hell out of there," Heero ordered, "in the mean time, I'm going to find out where your father is. Do you have any idea where they took you?"

Duo shook his head, "no, they had us handcuffed in the back of a van. Then they took us to an airstrip and put us on a plane. That's all I know. Oh damn, what time is it?"

"It's about nine-forty five," Wufei said, pointing to the clock on the microwave oven."

"I need to go, I told Zechs I'd be back at ten," Duo said, "I don't think he'd like it if I'm late."

"I'll drive you," Heero stood up, "it'll give me a chance to see what this guy looks like so I can start running files on Oz personnel and find out who he really is."

"And I'll start doing a search for your father," Wufei added.

"How?" Duo asked.

"We're all expert hackers," Wufei answered, "that's how we start out. The younger agents, like Heero, don't do field work, it's too dangerous. Heero can hack anything. He is the best we've ever had."

"Goodnight Coach," Duo said, "and thank you, even though I'm still scared, you and Heero have given me hope that things will turn out ok."

"Tell me honestly, Duo. If we hadn't realized there was something wrong, would you have turned Heero over to Oz?" Wufei needed to know.

"I don't know," Duo said looking at Heero, "but I don't think I would have," Duo opened his mouth to add more but Wufei shooed them out the door.

"Heero, you've got ten minutes to get him home, so go."

The two boys closed the door behind them as they left and a moment later, Wufei heard the car start. He walked to his den, where he kept his computer and logged on to the Internet. He began writing an email, requesting all records and information on Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, and their parents.

For the sake of the two boys, he was going to find out if those rumors were true.

~*~

TBC

(1) Thank you to Bronze Tigress for the Latin phrase. It means, 'the stars my home' (as in country or homeland).