Jungle love part 16
Contents: YAOI, sap, HET hints, AU, OC, slight angst, weird

Pairings: 1xOC, 1x2 overall

Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters

Warnings: bad grammar spoken, swearing, nudity, some graphical bloodshed, maybe slight Geographic error

Rated: NC-17

Notes- Do NOT let the HET scare you away! It's very minor!

(Deleted the word meanings cause… it's getting too long. But if I have a new word to decipher, then I'll put it up. Or whatever words are in the chapter will be put up here.)
Sop- means what?
Ninga- means idiot
Toki- means now
Wowee- means baby girl, or little girl

From within the special hut, Duo could hear the screams of Anana. From what he knew, she had already ripped open and there was a lot of blood. Here they didn't know about C-sections, and the possibility of her dying while giving birth was a high risk. Duo prayed that she didn't die. Just because she was Heero's first wife, didn't mean that he hated her. She was only following tribe tradition, and of course, so was Heero.

The important people stood just outside the hut's door to wait for the news. Duo knew that Heero was hoping for a son. In a way, he was too, but if it was a girl, he had to step up and announce out loud what Trowa taught him to say. Trowa said that because of what he went through to please the chief he should be allowed to do it. Duo was a bit nervous about it, but he knew that Heero must be even more nervous, since his own concubine wished to go against their traditions. He just hoped that he didn't get hated for doing so.

The midwife finally came out. She was happy, but… she looked disappointed. This brought a sickening feeling to Duo's stomach. He knew there was bad news to come.

The woman first announced that Anana did survive, but she will be out for a long time. Heero looked glad. Then, the midwife sighed deeply and said `but… she had a girl.' There were gasps and groans from many. Trowa translated to the longhaired man what she said. That must be Duo's cue.

He moved forward and stood in front of the midwife and said very loudly and very slowly, "Sai da… um… otti na wowee!"

All gasped, mainly in horror. It was silent for a while but it didn't last long and there were a lot of grumbling among the crowd. The chief seemed too calm, like he knew that the white man would pull something like this. He held a hand up for silence and immediately got it. In his language, he said that Duo's request to save the baby was allowed, and that he wished the man luck.

"Why is he wishing me luck?" Duo asked Trowa.

"Because a white man tried the test a long time ago to save his own daughter, and he ended up dying."

"Well, that's reassuring to know." Duo sighed. "To save his own daughter, huh? Which means he got one of theirs pregnant."

"Yes. And they usually don't take that kindly unless they're really respected."

"I see. So now what?"

"Now you have to go through those tests."

"Right now??"

"No. Sunrise tomorrow."

"What happens to the baby now?"

"It's still alive. The midwife is taking care of it."

Duo looked over at his lover, trying to figure out what he thought about all of this. Heero seemed impassive. He wandered up to his native love and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Heero? Are you ok?"

Heero seemed like he had been in a trance. He blinked a few times as if he was bringing Duo back into focus, and then shook his head.

"Duo… ninga." He sighed.

"I'm doing this to save your kid you know." Duo said slowly. Heero nodded, and then looked over at the chief. Chief Alem had been watching the whole exchange quietly. He beckoned Trowa to come forward. Trowa obeyed and bowed. The chief told Trowa that Duo may begin his test at sunrise tomorrow and that he can be with to help translate and even be there for him. Trowa thanked the chief and then went back over to where Heero and Duo were.

"Duo… I sure hope you know what you're doing. I would try talking you out of it, but I have a feeling you wouldn't listen."

"Damn right." The longhaired one smirked.

"What do you think, Heero?" Trowa asked slowly.

Heero sighed, bowing his head, "He can. Duo can do what he want." Then he turned around to walk back to his hut.


Duo didn't get much sleep that night, knowing what he was about to endure. Sunrise came all too quickly, and the front flap of the hut flew open. It was one of the chief's personal guards come to arouse the longhaired man from slumber and to begin his test. He didn't need to wake him up; he was already wide-eyed and aware.

What startled the guard at first though, was that he was so curled around the captain. His arms were wrapped around Heero's waist, and a leg was draped over both of Heero's thighs. The captain of the guards was just as close to Duo; his arms were possessively around Duo's ribs, and his head was sunk down in the crook of his neck, just below his chin.

Duo looked up at the sound of the guy stomping in and gave him a weak smile. He knew what was to come, and he wasn't looking forward to it. The man said something in his native tongue, and then made a `come here' gesture with his hand. Duo sighed, and regretfully slipped out from Heero's warm embrace. The movement stirred Heero awake, and he cracked one eye open to see what was going on. Duo noticed his lover waking up and lowered himself down to capture his lips.

"Sorry love." Duo mumbled, "It's time for me to go."

"Sop toki?" Heero croaked.

"I have to go. I must save baby." Duo smiled as best he could at him.

Heero nodded, "Duo brave. Please come back alive."

"I will." Duo bent over to kiss Heero's forehead, "I promise."

Reluctantly Duo stood, finding his footing firmly, and then followed the guard out the flap toward the ceremonial hut.

Placing a smile on his face, Duo entered the small and dimly lit hut. Because of his preference, they have three above average looking guys there. They were holding bowls that looked to be filled with some blue paint. It wasn't exactly like the same stuff that they used to get the smell off of Duo; it was actual ceremonial paint.

Without asking, one of the men started to remove Duo's loincloth and then he moved behind him to unbraid his hair.

"You sure move fast! I mean… we just met."

The men didn't understand a word he was saying and shrugged it off as nervousness. The other white man that did this test was also yapping, even though he knew that they couldn't understand him.

One man moved Duo's hair back while another one started to apply the blue paint to his back. The third man began to paint his front. Duo jumped a little from his hair being played with and the coldness of the blue goop.

"You know, I never really pictured myself as a blue meanie, but I guess I'll soon find out. You guys really don't want to cover me everywhere do you?" he watched as the one guy, whom had light brown hair and dark brown eyes, moved more north with the long bristled brush. "Umm… this is getting kind of personal here. You aren't gonna do what I think you're…"

Duo's eyes widened as the man in front of him lifted his flaccid member in an upright position and started to paint underneath. Duo blinked a few times… his face going red, and then he blinked some more.

"Umm… I don't think Heero would appreciate you touching me there…" he gasped as the cold brush was coating his soft sac. "I heard of blue balls, but this is ridiculous!"

The man behind him was finally getting most of his back covered in blue, and then he started to wrap Duo's hair up into a tight bun. Duo would have said something, but he was too busy being a bit outraged by the man in front of him painting his privates. The native behind Duo started to paint his way down more, and then he finally reached his buttocks.

Duo was gasping left and right, feeling the coldness of the paint covering his ass and around his testicles, to down around his inside leg. The third man was starting on his calves, working his way up. Whatever that third native was doing before, he seemed to be finished and was helping the other two paint his body.

When they finally finished with the blue paint, Duo noticed that not all of his penis had been coated yet. He didn't want to question it, but then as he started to wonder what was next, the man that was in front of him was given a different bowl filled with a different colored paint. It looked like gold to Duo, but it could also be mustard yellow.

Then Duo really started to panic! The man with the yellow paint began to touch him!

"NOW this is getting rather personal!" Duo shouted. The native behind Duo steadied him so that he wouldn't move. "If I knew I was going to get molested, I wouldn't have done this!" he huffed.

The dark skinned man fondling his member didn't waver; he continued to touch Duo until the poor longhaired man was stiff in his hand.

"Whatever you do," Duo rasped out, "Don't tell Heero ok? He'd probably kill you for sure!" He couldn't say much more as the native gently started to paint small, delicate designs onto his erection. The brush that he was using was smaller than the one they used for the blue paint. It was fine, like human hair. The guy painted without perverse pleasure. Once in a while, the guy had to touch the head of Duo's penis to make sure it stayed erect.

Duo closed his eyes, trying to will away the images in front of him. The first thing to pop into his mind was his beloved husband, Heero. Then his thoughts began to wander back to the time when they were out hunting together and had climbed up a tree to wait for the animal trap to be sprung. They were so bored waiting that they started to make out. The image of Heero positioning himself over his waiting hole made him even harder, and the man painting designs on him had no problem after that.

Once they finished, they didn't have to wait long for it to dry. One of the natives had a rope in his hands. The rope that he had didn't look very comfortable. The man started making a noose out of one end, and then he tied the other to the very top of the hut.

At first Duo was worried that they were going to hang him, but then he recalled what Trowa had told him about the test. They were going to hang him by his feet. Slowly the upside down images from his nightmare slowly started to make sense.

Two of the guys grab him on either side, and then they flip him over so that he was standing on his hands. The third guy put both of Duo's feet in the loop and stretched it close. The fibers in the rope stung, and they slowly started to cut through Duo's ankles. Duo clenched his teeth in pain as they hoisted him up in the air. His back hit something very solid behind him when he swung back, making him cry out. Duo's hair stayed in its bun.

From his upside down view, he watched as one of the guys began to mix some leaves and other odd looking things into a bowl. Once he finished with that, he started to crush them up into a fine powder, and then he added some water. He stirred it up until the mix was as dissolved in the water as it was going to get, and then he lifted the bowl up to Duo's lips. Getting the hint, Duo opened his mouth and drank the strange water. He didn't wish to question or do anything wrong to jeopardize his test.

The water didn't taste as bad as he feared it would. Once he was done drinking it all, they slowly made their way to the hut's opening.

"Hey! You guys won't leave me alone for long, will you?" He got no response as they walked out of the hut.


About a half hour later, the silence was beginning to get to the longhaired man. He had no one to talk to so he could ignore the pain in his ankles. He thought for sure that all the blood rushing to his head would spill out of his ears they were throbbing so badly. He begun to talk to himself, knowing that if he didn't fill in the empty air with something, he would go mad.

"Well, this isn't so bad. I can do this. I just hope that Heero's kid appreciates what I'm doing for her. Hell, I don't even know her name yet! I wonder if they named her at all. Well, if I don't survive this I want to at least know her name. I bet it's really cute too, just like Anana's name. You know, I could have sworn that her name meant something else in a different language, but I don't remember. Let's see… I took French class in the beginning of my junior year. Oui oui! Um… German two years after that. Auf wiedersehen! Hmm… Spanish in High school... Aha! That's it! Pineapple!!" Duo chuckled madly in the dark hut for five whole minutes.

An hour later…

"Nobody knows, the troubles I've seen…" Duo sung loudly, "Nobody knows but Heeeeerooo…"

Trowa entered the hut. Duo continued to sing as if he didn't notice him.

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, deedilly dee… all of them lined up in a row… fat ones, short ones, ones as big as your head…"

Trowa placed a small cup to Duo's lips, and Duo drank the water without hesitance. He stayed squatted on the floor, being eye level with the crazy longhaired man.

"Hey Tro! Come to do a sing-a-long with me?"

"No. I just come in here to give you more of the `sacrificial' water."

Duo giggled, "You mean it's not?"

"How are you holding up?"

"Not bad. Sung almost all of my favorite songs so far. Some of them I forgot the lines to, so I just make stuff up."

"I see."

There was silence for a moment before Duo spoke again.

"Is this what torture feels like?" Duo asked, sounding saner than before.

"No," Trowa sighed, "Torture is worse."

"How long will I stay like this?"

"24 hours. To them a day is sunrise to sunset."

"What if I have to pee?" Duo said suddenly.

"Then your aim better be good."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Duo narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't say that." Trowa stood back up.

"Yeah, whatever. Are you sure you wouldn't want to keep me company? I'm becoming quite mad you know."

"I can't, sorry Duo."

"Oh well. I guess it's all part of the test and stuff. Well, I suppose I'll see you at sunset."

"Suppose. I better go. My visiting hours are over with."

"Ok! Thanks for the get well soon card!" Duo waved best he could, "Auf wiedersehen!"

"Yeah, bye Duo. Don't bore the mice too badly."

"Very funny!" Duo shouted at Trowa's retreating form. He snickered in the darkness, realizing that he had the last word in that conversation. "I won! Tee hee! Now, where was I? Oh yeah… I'm a little teapot short and stout… here is my handle, here is my spout…"