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Title: When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 8/?
Author: KwyckSylver mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairings: 1+2 and ultimately 1x2x1 but some 6+2 and possible 6x2 along the way. Aw, come on, stop frowning and just enjoy the ride. ^_^
Warnings: This fic is AU with some OOC behavior. There shall be angst, betrayal, limes, lemons, humor, skullduggery, maybe an occasional snafu (hopefully the characters' and not my own) and all sorts of other good things.
(con't from part 7)
"Your father's life is still in your hands," Zechs lied, "what you decide determines if he lives or dies."
Duo's laugh was half-hearted and filled with irony. It was the kind of laugh people made when they accepted their fate, knowing there was nothing they could do to change it.
"Well, it looks like I don't have much of a choice," he deadpanned.
"You have no choice," Zechs answered as he pulled Duo to him and kissed him softly on the lips.
"No, no choice at all," Duo agreed as Zechs forced his tongue deep into Duo's mouth. Duo played along, hoping Heero would understand as he slid his arms around Zechs and began rubbing himself against him.
When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 8/?
Heero was already awake when his alarm went off. He hadn't slept, instead he'd stared at the shadows on his wall the moon had cast through the tree in front of his window, and thought of Duo.
He had the right to know his father had died. Heero's first impulse was to tell him and to get him the hell away from Oz and Merquise. But Wufei had pointed out it wasn't a good idea. Sometimes you had to think things through instead of acting on your emotions.
He reminded Heero there was no place on Earth they could hide Duo, Oz would be able to find him if they wanted to.
Wufei explained how you could give a person a new identity, you could change his looks, and you could even alter his fingerprints. But a retinal scan or a voice print would not change. And Oz would search for Duo, not because he was important to them, but because they would know that by looking for him, they might find the Colonist network.
As odd as it seemed, the safest place for Duo was right where he was and ignorant about his father's death. As long as Oz thought he was cooperating, they wouldn't touch him. Besides, it would take special permission from the network leaders to get him off planet. It also took money, time and planning.
They were still arguing when their orders came, they were to tell Duo nothing and they were to leave him where he was. Explanations would come later.
Heero finished drying his hair, then dressed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a protein drink from the refrigerator. Duo's backpack was sitting next to his, by the front door. He picked them up on his way out. It was another reminder of everything that had happened. Heero had never felt so mixed up as he did now.
Duo pulled away from Zechs, taking a couple of steps backward, putting some space between the two of them.
"I . . . I gotta get ready for school," Duo stammered as he hurried out of the kitchen.
Zechs nodded and leaned back against the counter and watched as Duo disappeared up the stairs. Duo's kiss had held no fire, Zechs wondered if it ever would.
"Oh what a tangled web you weave, Treize," he muttered . He knew he wasn't being fair to the boy, but it was the only way to keep him alive. Treize didn't really need Duo to find the spy. Zechs wasn't even sure now why this mission seemed so important. Treize just got a perverse pleasure out of playing with people. It had been that way since they were children.
He waited a few minutes before he followed Duo up the stairs.
Heero walked into the field house and looked around. Duo wasn't outside with the others when he'd arrived, and Heero had arrived late.
"He's not here yet," Wufei said, "apparently you're not the only one who overslept."
"I didn't oversleep," Heero snapped, "I didn't sleep at all, I had some thinking to do."
"There's nothing to think about, we have our orders whether you like them or not," Wufei said calmly, "reason it out Heero. Do you think Duo could pretend that nothing is wrong while he's grieving for his father? Would you want him to even try?"
Heero shook his head. "No, of course not."
"I didn't think so. Instead of dressing out today, go lie down in my office and get some rest.. I'll call and find out why he's not here yet."
Duo sat in the bathroom. He usually stood in front of the mirror as he combed out his hair, but this morning he couldn't bear to look at himself. He felt guilty. He tried to rationalize what had happened the night before. All he and Heero had done was some heavy petting and admit they were attracted to each other. That was all they had done yet he felt as if he was betraying Heero.
He couldn't worry about that, he told himself. Whatever it took to keep his father safe, he would do it.
The soft knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.
"Duo?" Zechs' voice filtered through the door.
"Don't come in, I'm not dressed," Duo yelled, snatching his towel off the floor and hastily covered himself. He rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands, chiding himself for being such a wuss. People like his father were putting their lives on the line to prevent a war.
"Hmph, all I have to put up is my ass," Duo thought with bitter sarcasm.
"I just wanted to remind you to hurry up," Zechs said, "you're already a few minutes late for practice."
"I'm skipping practice this morning," Duo answered. "I'm tired."
"I'll drive you to school then," Zechs said. He had one hand on the knob, all he had to do was turn it and open the door.
"Yeah, whatever," Duo responded, he began putting on his clothes.
All Zechs had to do was just turn the knob and push. Instead, he raised his hand, pressing it against the door and caressed the wood softly with his fingertips as if he were stroking Duo's hair. He then dropped his hand to his side. How did you seduce someone who had every reason to hate your guts?
Maybe he should ask Treize.
"I'll be downstairs when you're ready," Zechs answered. Duo heard his bedroom door close, and he let out a long sigh. He'd made his decision. Maybe he should be thankful Zechs didn't look like an ogre.
He'd wait till it was almost time for the first bell before he'd arrive at school. That was he could avoid Heero until lunch time. Then Duo groaned. He'd forgotten, if Coach was good on his threat, he and Heero now would be in almost every class together. There was no getting around it, he was going to have to face him eventually.
He quickly braided his hair. Each plait was smooth and even, done by deft hands with years of practice. He heard the telephone ring as he started brushing his teeth.
"Who was that on the phone?" Duo asked as he walked down the stairs.
"Your coach," Zechs said, "I told him you were missing practice this morning."
"What did he say?" Duo was glad it wasn't Heero.
"He said he'd see you this afternoon, then."
"I'm ready, just let me get my backpack," Duo was as anxious to leave the house as he was reluctant to go to school.
"You didn't have your backpack when you came home last night," Zechs said a little stiffly.
"Oh," Duo said. Damn, he must have left it in Heero's car. "Oh," now his stomach began to churn, "I think I'll just walk to school, if you don't mind," Duo said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Duo nodded, "I need some time to myself."
Zechs slowly nodded his understanding, besides he had told himself he would give the boy some space.
"But come home after practice," he answered, "we need to talk."
It was Duo's turn to nod.
Duo was leaving the counselor's office just as Heero was entering. Duo swallowed hard, he had to act cool even if he was a jumble of nerves on the inside.
"Hey," Duo said.
"Hi," Heero answered.
Both boys were avoiding eye contact with each other.
"Coach changed his mind," Duo said.
"I know," Heero responded, "uh, here's your pack," he handed the bag over to Duo.
"Thanks," Duo said, "catch you later," he took a step backwards, away from Heero.
"Wait," Heero said, reaching out and touching Duo on the arm, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine, excuse me, but I gotta get to class," Duo said as he shrugged Heero's hand off.
"Duo, did something happen last night?" Heero tried to look him in the eyes but Duo was still trying to avoid looking at him.
"No! Now leave me alone, I gotta get to class!" Duo began trotting down the hall, while Heero stared at him.
"You handled that really well, dipshit," Duo chided himself, "don't you think you could have made things just a little less obvious?"
Duo managed to avoid Heero for the rest of the morning, he just had to steer clear of him during lunch. Luckily, convincing Relena to eat off campus had been easy. He wouldn't have to be by himself.
They sat in a booth at the fast food place that was down the street from the school, waiting for their order.
"So, how did things go last night?" Relena asked.
"Last night, you know, Coach's house, you, Heero, homework, learning to not kill each other," she giggled.
"Not that great," Duo lied, "one reason why we're here instead of the cafeteria."
Duo went to the counter and picked up their order, bringing it back to their table. He began sipping on his drink and chewing on the ice.
"Just be patient, Duo. Give him a chance, he'll warm up to you," she advised.
He snorted soda through his nose and almost choked on a piece of ice. Her remark had made him laugh, if she only knew how warm Heero could get.
He grabbed a handful of napkins out of the dispenser, coughing into them as Relena jumped up and began pounding him on the back.
"Are you ok?" she asked as his coughing subsided.
"Yeah," he answered hoarsely, between coughs, "some ice went down the wrong way."
"Oh, I thought maybe it was because of what I'd said."
This time, Duo choked on his hamburger.
Keeping away from Heero for the rest of the day had been easy, most of their afternoon classes were in different wings. But when the final bell of the day rang, the butterflies in Duo's stomach began fluttering.
He arrived a few minutes late, that way Heero would already be on the field and he wouldn't have to see him, or talk to him, while they were dressing out.
He managed to avoid Heero, but not Wufei.
"Duo, Heero told me you were acting a bit odd this morning, did something happen between you and Merquise?"
"Coach, everything's fine, really," Duo answered as he put on his cleats, "nothing happened, I told him I was checking someone out but it lead no where. He believed me. Besides, Heero and I are supposed to be acting like we still don't get along, remember?"
Wufei nodded, "then get your butt out on that field. And make sure you're warmed up before you start practicing."
Duos finished tying his shoes then grabbed his helmet, "ok, will a couple of laps do it for you?"
"Make it five," Wufei grinned.
Duo stood under the spray of hot water, letting it beat down on his shoulders as he stretched to loosen them up. He needed to hurry though, he wanted to be out of the showers before the others finished. He didn't want Heero to corner him alone.
He could feel movement around him because little drafts of cool air would swirl over his skin. He opened his eyes, he was alone.
"Shit!" he walked towards the entrance but Heero stepped into the opening, blocking his way.
"Heero, get out of my way, please," he said, "I have to get home, Zechs' orders."
"No," Heero said, "you're not leaving until you tell me what happened after I took you home."
"I told you this morning, nothing happened," Duo said coldly.
"You're lying," Heero said, "why?"
"Nothing happened, why can't you believe that? Now just leave me alone," Duo tried to push past him but Heero caught his arm and pulled him back. In one swift move, Heero once again had Duo pinned to the shower wall.
"Kiss me Duo," he said, "you know you want to."