Disclaimer: I dont own the g-boys, I just worship them from afar. Dont sue, I have nothing! Nothing!
Pairings: 1x2, Duos P.O.V.
Warning: Bondage (He deserved it), language, angst, Yaoi, lemon, violence, Mooshy Mooshy love between two guys. (Peril sensitive sunglasses not included).
Black and Blue Love
Black and blue. That describes me. Usually, it was just a punch; a few
cracked ribs, a broken arm, time to heal and laugh it off, and then everything
was back to
normal... well, as normal as it could be with a guy like Heero Yuy as a partner. We played our parts perfectly, I, the demented, fun loving Baka and Heero, the grim,
emotionless soldier. I liked to push his buttons. I really didnt blame him for fighting back once in awhile.
When he came home, I had already worked halfway through a bottle of vodka,
drowning my own sorrows, so what happened next was pretty much my fault.
tongue was loose, my temper up, and I was ready to defend him against anything and anyone. The words that slipped out were completely unintentional, but I meant
every word. Heero knew it too.
That bitch! Did she really say that, Heero? Just forget her! She could never love you as much as I do!
Heero was standing in the doorway of our room, leaning wearily against
the jam, soaked from a downpour and heart weary. Hed just come from
one of Relenas Queen of the World sessions, where she looked down at him and demanded that he devote his life to her, sans marriage of course. I think she
really just wanted a bodyguard, the best in the Universe; Heero the trained killer.
What? Heero blinked at me, wiping at the rain on his forehead and looking like a deer in headlights.
I uh..., I stood there stupidly, the towel I had been going
to dry him off with, held tight in my hands. I stood only two feet from
him. I quickly backed up a step. I
was only dressed in a bathrobe, my hair loose and drying from a shower. I wasnt dressed or prepared for hand to hand combat. Thats why I went down so
Im trained to kill, just like Heero. We practiced together, honing
our skills. I knew I was a match for him... still, I was so shocked by my
own revelation, that I didnt
get my guard up fast enough. Anyone will tell you, the guy who gets in the first punches usually wins. This wasnt any exception.
I was stunned by the complete brutality. Well, stunned until I began
to understand what was behind it. Heeros face, hanging above mine
as he pinned me to the floor
and beat the hell out of me, was twisted in a wild mixture of grief, longing, and.... I stared hard until he blacked out both my eyes. I wasnt wrong. I saw love in
Heeros blue eyes right before I couldnt see anything else. Heero Yuy loved me back, only, he couldnt deal with it. Emotions were a threat to him. He knew only
one way to deal with threats. He eliminated them. That was why Relena had been the perfect, unattainable girlfriend for him. With her, he didnt have to mess with
those dangerous emotions because hed never loved Relena. I wish that he did, then it would be Relena getting the crap beat out of her right now instead of me.
It was over. Heero finally backed away, panting. I heard the creak of
his chair as he sat down in front of his laptop and began to type as if
nothing had happened. He
had closed me out, deleted my presence, downloaded another reality where Duo Maxwell didnt love him. He knew I wouldnt dare say it to him ever again. If I
lived, which I sorely doubted at the moment, I didnt think I would either. Im crazy Maxwell, but not that crazy!
I coughed blood. Ribs burned. My arm was twisted. My face. I didnt
want to see my face. I whimpered as I tried to sit up. I could feel things
inside of my body
move the wrong way. The pain was incredible; white, hot, searing, and completely unbearable. I bit my lips to stop myself from crying like a wounded puppy. I had
Hey! Quatre poked his head through the door. The blonde Arabian
sounded relaxed and pleasant. What do you guys want me to make for
dinner? His next
words were almost a shriek and spouted only a second after the word dinner, God! Heero! What have you done!
Good ol Quatre! I feel his small hands touching my body anxiously
and then he was running, shouting down stairs for help. Hed take care
of everything. I didnt
have any worries from then on... at least nothing but that big worry, whether I was going to survive Heeros brand of love or not.
Is he ever going to say anything? Everyone left after bringing me my
favorite junk food, a few flowers to brighten up the hospital room, and
a few off color jokes
about not groping the nurses. Heero stayed behind. He was right next to the bed, just staring at me with those deep set, blue eyes and that blank slate he calls a face.
I wonder if hes going to ask why I didnt accuse him, why I told everyone that I had been on a mission and been roughed up by Oz security. Heero didnt like
anyone lying about missions. He was as anal retentive about facts as any man can get. He lived and breathed them. I know, somewhere in his laptop, he keeps a log.
I know, in that log, that theres a new entry. Time, date: beat up fag. Well, Im not a fag, actually. I just love whom I love. When youve grown up on L2, and been
forced to be a prostitute, gender stops being an important consideration.
You take what you can get when youre Shinigami and always surrounded
by death and destruction. I guess thats why I dont spit at him
and try to hit him right then
and there. Instead, I just stare back, wondering how to at least salvage our friendship. If thats all I can have, well, I can live on that. Being alone sucks. Being alone
without Heero sucks even more. In case youre blaming me, calling me Baka, and worse, its something to remember that Heero could have killed me, easily, and
didnt. If that isnt proof of his love, then I dont know what is.
You should have rolled and kicked. That would have given you enough room to escape, Heero growls.
An apology? Well, it was, for Heero. I pinch myself to make sure Im
not dreaming. Yeah, I grin through the fog of painkillers and
bandages. I need to practice
more. Will you help me out with that, Heero? Show me how you did that lower chop to my back. It really numbed my legs. I couldnt do a thing after that.
Hai, Heero agrees. He stares at me again. Something in his
eyes flickers. I brace myself for another beating. The emotion, whatever
it is, doesnt bother him enough
to make him lash out. A little guilt maybe. When he suddenly presses his gun into my hand and helps me tuck it under the covers, I can hardly believe it. For Heero,
whos gun is his most prized possession, an extension of his body he cant do without, it is a declaration of marriage. I feel tears in my eyes. I struggle to hold them
back. To keep you safe. Heero grunts in way of explanation and then leaves without another word.
Youre mine now, Heero, I say to the empty room, grinning
from ear to ear despite the pain it causes my face. Now, I just have
to figure out how to love a man
whos a ticking time bomb, a rabid grizzly bear, and a cold blooded killer all rolled into one.
Why try? Why court such a deadly relationship? The truth is hard to hear.
Im not an innocent. Im as much a cold blooded killer as Heero,
I just feel bad about it
afterwards. My life is violent. Im never going to have a nice house, a white picket fence, a dog, two kids, and a gentle lover. Hell, Ill probably be dead before Im
sixteen, shooting Oz soldiers from the seat of my Gundam. When you live like that, Heeros just a challenge, a fortress to infiltrate, a system to hack, a good fuck,
hopefully, pure and simple. I try never to think about tomorrow. I probably wont have one. Im certainly never going to have to worry about a lifetime dodging
Heeros fists. Knowing that, its easy to forgive and forget. Life IS really too short to hold a grudge for someone in my position. Besides, I really love Heero and I
wont give him up now that I know he feels the same way. First things first though. I have to heal, heal enough to deal with the Perfect Soldier.
Sleeping pills in your tea, I say in Heeros ear and grin.
Heero thrashes. Hes naked and disoriented, tied hand and foot to
the bed frame of my bed. He has enough slack to just come up on all fours,
but not enough to
bring arms or legs into hitting positions. Im safe, at least safe until he figures out how to get loose.
Perfect. Now we can get a few things straight, I say and
slide myself under him, intending the pun. Heero thrashes, glaring at me
in a way I recognize. Im going to
die, those chilly eyes promise, which is why I had hid both our guns and my knife before I attempted this stunt.
I love you, Heero, I tell him, coming close enough to his
face to kiss his lips. He has them set hard together. I run my tongue over
them. He jerks his head away. I
love you, Heero, I repeat and tickle his lips again, chasing him no matter how he turns his head. Ive always loved you, always wanted you.
Im naked too, of course, and I stroke my hard on in anticipation,
staring at Heeros angry, sweating face above mine. I know youll
never say you love me back. I
know you wont hold me, or touch me, or even be pleasant to me. Thats not Heero. I know it never will be. This, though, we can have. Ill stalk you... I know you
like it... and Ill capture you, my tiger, when you least expect it. Here, like this, well forget about the Perfect Soldier and Shinigami. Here, you can fuck me silly, feel
a body against yours, allow some emotion to slip out, without being afraid that your training will kick in and youll kill the object of your affections. Here, life will be
perfect, just for a little while. Promise me... promise me one thing, though, for this that Im about to give you, Heero. Promise not to kill me when its over, K? Just
chalk it up to some weirdo training session that you have to learn to endure?
Heero nods, once.
I smile and it is soft and inviting. Im not a virgin, Heero.
Im a hot- blooded teenager, ex-whore. Im wide enough to drive
a truck into. I giggle, nervous at the
revelation, knowing Heero doesnt care, that he isnt going to think less of me. He has his own horrible past. Chances are, knowing Dr. Js evil too well, Heero isnt
a virgin either. Still, Im Uke (Submissive) and Heero is definitely Seme (dominant). We both know whos going to do the fucking in our relationship.
K, I say, going sultry. Time to start the training session.
I still have bruises and contusions from my last battle with Heero. Im
cautious as I crawl between his legs, watching him pull at the ropes, hearing
the bed frame
creak as he tests the strength of the metal frame. He isnt giving in as easily as he pretends. It kills the excitement between my legs, until I see what he had between
his. Heero is already standing at attention. Hes large. I feel my mouth water and my own body stiffens again.
I tease him, stroking the underside of his cock with my rough tongue.
Heero groans and twitches. I bet Dr. J never did anything like that! I lap
into the opening,
sucking just the hole, and taste pre-cum already drooling out. Going further under him, I nuzzle his balls gently, rolling my tongue around their hair covered sack and
nipping at the space between it and his cock. Heero jumps and curses. I laugh and suck at the spot. Heeros curse turns into a moan as I stroke hard and rough all
the way to the tip of his cock again. He is definitely getting blue balls. His cock thrusts, trying to get into my mouth.
Im not going to waste it there, I laugh, retrieving
the tube of lube. Stroking him as little as possible, I apply it liberally.
That big cock was going to hurt even me if I
Spreading the lube onto my fingers, I stroke my own ass and prepare myself,
sinking the lube and my fingers inside of me as deep as I can go. I almost
come before I relax enough to take the monster bobbing and twitching between Heeros legs. Eagerly, I turn on my stomach and back up until my ass is under
I feel almost embarrassed, taking the bitch in heat position.
If Heero refuses to follow through now, I dont think I can ever face
him man to man again.
I shouldnt have worried. Heero is as much a teenager as I am, with the same hormones, too, though Im sure he denies it to himself. As soon as he feels my ass
brush his python, he jams it into me like a stallion mounting a mare, violent, just as I expected, and so full of need that it doesnt last long. He pistons in and out of me,
grunting, digging his bound hands into the sheets of the bed as he shoves that monster as far as it will go into my ass.
I rip. I cry. I endure. One. Two. Three... Five. Six. Im going to die! Seven. Eight. I cant take any more! Nine. Please! ...Eleven. Twelve...
Heero cries out, Fuck! and comes inside of me, shooting hot
cum against my prostate. I reach under myself then, as he finally holds
still and the pain stops, and I
jerk myself until I come. That doesnt take long either. Im ready, had been ready since I first met him.
Heero flexes his butt muscles and pulls that monster, covered in my blood,
out of me. I hiss and the world wavers. I lay flat underneath him, face
resting in soft sheets
as I try just to breathe. Id lied to Heero. I wasnt as wide as a truck. I hadnt been with anyone after I fell in love with him. No one had seemed good enough.
I roll over as Heero moves against the ropes impatiently. Its over now. He wants to get back to work. I just want a soft cushion and something to numb my aching
ass. I reach up and stroke his face. He glares down at me. I kiss his lips, stroke them one last time, and then reluctantly get out of bed. I eye the distance between the
bed and the bathroom. Its my only hope if I want to live.
Love you, Heero, I whisper as I loosen the knot of one wrist.
Heero moves with the speed of a striking snake to get free. I run for
the bathroom. I hear the bed springs creak. I know hes already off
the bed, chasing me. He
doesnt need a weapon to kill me. He is a fucking weapon! I make it into the bathroom before he gets me, just, and slam the door in his face. I lock it and sink to the
floor in exhaustion. Heero slams his fists against it halfheartedly. After awhile, he goes away. He only has to wait for me to open the door. I cant stay in the bathroom
I take a shower, tend my wounds, gather my courage, and, after several hours, open the door.
Heero is sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. He doesnt look
at me as I slowly sidle towards the door of our room, ready to run for it.
I nervously look over at
my bed, expecting to see blood, disordered sheets, and the ropes hanging from the frame. Instead, I see that Heero has cleaned everything up, my bed made with
military precision. A declaration of his love the only way he can make it. I feel my heart flying. Id found a way to love and make love to the Perfect Soldier. Im not
going to die, not today and, hopefully, black and blue wont be my color any longer.