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Truth or Dare by Shinigamiinochi
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5+2, OCx2
Warnings: mentions of NCS,
angst, violence, language, lemon
Quatre downed another glass.
“Wruth…,” he slurred.
“Okay, then… what color boxers do you wear?” Heero asked.
Wufei rolled his eyes.
“What kind of question is that?” He grumbled.
“Pink,” Quatre replied. Just then, Duo; donned in a violet
blue shirt and light blue cotton pajama pants, walked in.
“Hm… whatch’all doin’?” He mumbled.
“Playing ‘Truth or Dare,’” Heero said. Duo blinked.
“Okay, I can imagine Quatre and Tro, and even Wu playing a
drinking game, but you, Heero?” Heero
just shrugged.
“Duo, why don’t you play?” Quatre suggested, his voice
finally not slurring. Duo shook his head.
“That’s ok… I don’t know, the last time I played a drinking
game with you two, I ended up flat on my face saying ‘tweet’!” Quatre giggled.
“Aw, c’mon, Duo! It’s not as fun without you!” Duo sighed.
“Well, I suppose…,” Quatre squealed and launched himself at
Duo which resulted in him sitting on the flustered boy’s lap and his arms
around his neck. Quatre giggled again.
“Du-chan, you are sooooo comfy!!” Duo blushed so hard, his
face was redder than the four drunk pilots’ combined. Trowa snatched Quatre off
of Duo’s lap and put him down on his own.
“Now, now, little one, you don’t want me to become jealous,
ne?” Quatre pouted.
“But… he’s soooo cute! I wanna have a threesome!!!” Duo
paled.
“Oh, god. They’re…HORNY!” He muttered.
“You have no idea…,” Wufei grumbled. Duo scooted over so
that he was only a few centimeters away from Heero. Heero patted his hand.
“It’s alright. I’ll protect you.” Duo looked up at the
taller boy, his wide, violet eyes wider than usual.
“Eh?!” Heero patted him again, this time on the head.
“Quatre’s right, you are cute.” Duo looked down at the ground quickly and
blushed.
“Are we going to play or what?!” Wufei growled, his face
beet red. He had no idea how much he was going to regret those words…
“Alright, the order is: Heero, Duo, Trowa, me, and Wufei,”
Quatre said, “we each ask the person of our choice a question. If that person
chooses to answer he has to answer truthfully and drink one glass before he
answers the question. However, if he chooses not to answer, he has to the dare
and drink two glasses before. The dare cannot be anything fatal or permanent,
like,” Quatre glared at Wufei, “haircuts.”
“Dammit! That ruins everything!” Wufei grumbled. Duo
clutched his braid protectively, glaring at the Chinese boy full force. Heero
joined him in the glare. Quatre nudged Heero.
“Heero, it’s your turn.” He nodded and downed a glass.
“Wufei, why were you kissing your katana this morning?”
Wufei turned red. He picked up two glasses and drank them quickly.
“Dare!” Heero grinned evilly.
“Jump around the room while acting like a chicken and
singing ‘I’m a little teapot.’” Duo looked at Heero, startled, for two reasons:
(1)
Heero had
demonstrated an act of humor
And
(2) This had been the same dare Wufei had given Duo last time.
Wufei growled, but decided it would be best
to comply.
“I’m a little *bukaw* teapot, short and
*bukaw*…” Wufei sang as he hopped on one foot and flapped his arms. Duo erupted
into a fit of laughter, clutching his sides and stomach. Quatre rolled around
on the ground in a similar fashion. Wufei finally sat back down, embarrassed,
and glared at Duo, who was wiping his eyes.
“Alright, Maxwell, it’s your turn.” Duo
looked at Trowa.
“Hmm… okay, Wufei, why were you kissing
your Gundam this morning?” Wufei growled at him.
“Why the hell are you two picking on me?!”
Duo grinned.
“Turn about is fair play.” The last time
they had played this game, Wufei had been rather mean to Duo and had bombarded
him with cruel questions and dares. Quatre, Trowa, and Heero nodded in
agreement. Wufei just drank a glass.
“I really like my Gundam, ok?!” Duo just
shrugged. It was Trowa’s turn.
“Wufei…”
“AAAARGH!!!”
“Why do you hate Duo?” Wufei looked at him,
startled.
“D-dare.” Duo lowered his head to stare at
the floor.
‘Great, he really does hate me…,’ Heero
glared at Wufei.
“Ok… hug Duo and say you’re sorry.”
“No! I refuse!” Trowa gave him the evil
eye. Wufei swallowed, walked over to Duo, and hugged him.
‘Gods, he’s so warm and soft and… Nataku!
Do not go there!!’ Wufei ran back to his spot while yelling an emotionless
‘gomen’. Trowa sighed.
“Wufei,” Quatre asked. Wufei twitched. “Why
were you being so mean to Duo last time?” Wufei growled.
“Enough already!!”
“Answer.”
“Dare!!” Quatre sighed and thought hard.
“Ok… I dare you to… dance and sing the
Macarena!”
“NOOO! KISAMA! INJUSTICE!” Duo giggled.
“Good one, Quat!” Quatre grinned, proud of
himself. It had been Trowa and his plan to make Wufei tell them why he was
being so cruel to the American. While they hadn’t gotten anywhere yet, it was
worth seeing Duo laugh for the first time in weeks when Wufei sang and did the
ridiculous movements of the song. Wufei grinned as he finished. It was his turn
and some pay back was greatly deserved!
“Duo, are you, or are you not, a virgin?”
Duo choked.
“Wh-wha-?!” Wufei smirked, confident that
he had embarrassed the braided boy.
‘And this is just the beginning!’
“Er, what’s the dare?”
“Strip.” Quatre’s eyes nearly popped out of
his head. He looked at Duo anxiously. He figured that, either way, they’d gain
something.
“Yes.”
“Yes you are or yes you aren’t?” Wufei
pressed, knowing that Duo would never have done the dare.
“No, I’m not.” Everyone sans Heero stared
at him in shock.
“Duo-“
“I answered the question.” Duo snapped,
embarrassed and ashamed. Wufei smirked.
“Duo,” Heero said cautiously, “how did it
happen?” The look Duo gave him was indescribable; the poor boy looked like he
was going to cry.
“The dare?”
“To not answer any of Wufei’s questions
concerning that subject.” Duo looked at him, a genuine smile on his face. The
look said ‘thanks’ and he downed two glasses.
“You! You’re not allowed to do that!” Wufei
retorted.
“Says who? There’s no rule against it.”
Heero said calmly. Wufei smoldered in defeat. The thing was, Heero knew Duo’s
secret and he wouldn’t let anyone bully him around about it.
“Hmmm. I guess it’s my turn,” Duo murmured,
“okay, Wufei… why did you ask me your last question?” Wufei sputtered.
“Because, I’m curious.”
“Heero, why did you dare Duo that?” Trowa
asked.
“It’s none of Wufei’s business and it’s too
personal.” Quatre nodded in agreement.
“Ok, this one is for Duo. Do you have a
lover?” Duo shook his head and drank.
‘Well, this isn’t going as I had hoped,’
Duo thought, ‘but it’s not going too badly.’
“Duo, when you were on the streets, did you
have any jobs?” Wufei shot out.
“Officially? No.” Wufei frowned.
“Wufei, what’s it to you?” Heero’s turn.
“I told you, I’m curious.”
“Quatre, are you and Trowa going to stay
together after the war?” Duo asked, hopeful. Quatre smiled.
“Of course, Duo,” he reassured his friend.
“Duo, have you ever had a lover?” Trowa.
“No.” Wufei looked at him as though he had
won the war.
“But you said you weren’t a virgin… so,”
Quatre decided to change the subject, seeing that it was making Duo uncomfortable.
Then, Wufei interrupted him.
“Oh, come on! It’s obvious that he was a
prostitute!” Duo saw red.
“For your information, CHANG, I have NEVER
sold my body!” Wufei sneered.
“Then exactly how-“
“I was raped, ok?!” Duo stormed out with
the grace and air of a panther and slammed the door. Quatre ran after him.
End
Part One
Duo sank to the floor in his bedroom.
‘Great. Why did I have to explode like that? Now, I bet,
they’re all disgusted in me, ‘cept Heero. Just great.
I majorally screwed up this time. Fuckfuckfuckkfuck…’
Quatre could hear and feel Duo’s anxiety out in the hall.
He slowly reached out and knocked on the door.
Duo heard the knock and yelled back: “Go away!” ‘Just leave
me alone…’ He curled into a ball and sank back into his memories.
*Flashback*
Duo awoke from a particularly bad dream, drenched in a cold
sweat. He shuddered as he felt their hands still on him…
‘Iie…,’ he whimpered pitifully. ‘Onegai… yamete…’ He curled up
into a tight, feral ball and cried silently.
Heero heard the quiet sobbing from the bottom bunk of the
bed and slid down the ladder slowly to investigate. He had had problems
sleeping tonight and had stayed awake thinking of the beautiful American that
he was currently sharing a dorm room with. He had been plagued by not only
sexual, but also romantic thoughts of his friend. Friend… he had never had a
friend before and the sensation of it all was greatly rewarding. Dr. J would
probably be furious if he knew that Heero’s training had been disrupted, quite
easily, by a fifteen year old boy. Then, there was this issue of… love. Heero
supposed he could be in love with him, though he wasn’t sure. This was
uncharted territory for him. Suddenly, a whimper had broken him from his
thoughts, then the sobbing…
‘Could it be Duo?’ Heero thought to himself as he slid down
the ladder. There was no one else in the room and Heero was sure the TV wasn’t
on. He reached the bottom bunk and gazed at it’s occupant. Duo was curled in a
tight ball, shivering madly. He was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, his skin
far too pale in the illumination of the city light just outside their window.
Heero sat on the edge of the bed, his face still blank as always, but his eyes
were warm with concern.
“Duo? Daijoubou desu ka?” Duo rubbed at his eyes, probably so that Heero
would not be able to see his tears.
“Y-yeah, fine, peachy, jus’ a bad dream is all, I’ll be
fine in a few seconds.”
‘So, he WAS crying.’ Heero slid into bed next to Duo. Duo
looked at him, his cheeks wet.
“Wanna tell me about it?” Duo shook his head.
“No, not really, no.” Heero narrowed his eyes.
“Why not? It would make you feel better…”
“I-I can’t… it would…change things between us, not in a
good way.” Heero blinked.
“Duo, are you afraid that it would make me stop being your
friend?” Duo nodded. Heero gathered the American to his chest as they lay
together on the small bed.
“Baka! There’s nothing you could possibly say to me that
will drive me away.” Duo clutched Heero’s dark green tank top.
“Yes, there is.” He buried his head into said tank top,
hiding his face from Heero’s view, “it will…I know it will…”
“How? How can you know? It’s just a nightmare.”
“Iie, not a nightmare,
memories…,” Duo sniffed.
‘Sou ka.’
“More of a reason why you should talk about it.” Duo looked
up at him.
“I… can’t. I can’t take the chance, if you knew, it would
disgust you. I would disgust you. I like what we have. You are my best friend.
I won’t let my past ruin that, you’ll never talk to me again.” Duo looked like
he was going to start crying again. Heero felt a pain in his chest, knowing it
was partially his fault.
“Duo, it’ll help for you to be able to have someone to talk
to about this, it’s obvious that you’re hurting cause of this, especially if it
can make you cry. Won’t you let me help you?” Duo sat up abruptly.
“No! I won’t take the risk!” Heero sat up as well and
massaged his shoulders.
“Duo, I promise, no matter what you tell me, nothing will
change between us!” Duo wrung his hands nervously, desperately wanting to tell
someone what was on his mind, but terrified of what might result from it.
“Promise me, this stays between us…” Heero clutched Duo’s
shoulders reassuringly and smiled.
“I swear, you are telling me out of trust, and I will never
violate that.” Duo sighed.
“Just… don’t criticize or mock me or anything, ok?”
“Don’t worry, I’d never dream of such a thing.” Duo sighed
again, incredibly reluctant, but decided to get it over with anyway.
“I’m…uh, not a virgin.” Heero blanched.
“That’s what this is about?! That’s what you thought would
drive me away? Duo, that’s not a big deal at all-“
“Dammit, Heero! You said to tell you and I’m trying to!
Just… wait til I’m finished, ok… the nightmares…,”
Duo leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his legs. Silent tears flowed
down his cheeks, he felt the hands again, running over his skin, stroking his
hair, tearing away his clothes; rancid breath against the back of his neck. He
shuddered.
“Duo...?” Heero was suddenly dreading what was to come.
‘Please, don’t let it be what I think it is.’
“The nightmare’s were…” Duo started to tremble, flashes of
old memories going through his head, “r-rape, that’s what I dream of,” Heero
just gazed at Duo’s shaking shoulders in horror and dismay, finding it was all
he was capable of at the moment.
“Even though it happened such a long time ago, it’s all
still fresh in my mind. Every time I dream I, it’s like it’s happening all over
again and again and again….,” the tears flowed harder, no longer silent,
through small, barely audible sobs, “I’ve tried everything to forget, or make
the nightmares stop, but they always return in the end. Now do you see why I
can’t tell any of you?”
“Duo…,” Heero reached out to him, but Duo shied from his
touch.
“You’re all so beautiful and pure, I’m just trash.” Heero
narrowed his eyes at that statement and moved forward. Duo cried out as Heero
spun him around and hugged him tightly.
“Don’t you ever say such things again! You are just as
beautiful and pure as we are. Don't let the fact that you were the victim of
some sick bastard let you think you are less than anyone else!” Duo murmured
something into his chest.
“Huh?”
“Bastards, more than one, don’t know how many, lost count
after five.” Heero squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming past, and tightened
his grip.
“Oh, Duo…,” Duo noticed that Heero hadn’t moved away from
him yet and peeked up shyly at him through his bangs.
“Hee-chan?” Heero stroked his
hair in a comforting gesture.
“Hai?”
“Don’t you… hate me?” Heero laid his head on top of Duo’s
snuggling against him. As he spoke, he tried his best to control his raging
emotions.
“Of course not, Shi-chan.” Duo
smiled meekly at the pet name.
“If I were disgusted in you because of that, I would have
no right to be your friend.” Duo, feeling much better in Heero’s reassurance
and the absence of the weight on his chest, let Heero lay him down on the bed,
still embracing each other.
“So, you’ll stay with me?” Heero smiled.
“Of course, and I’m gonna help
you through this.” The two snuggled together completely natural to them.
“Heero?”
“Hm?”
“I’m glad we’re friends.” Heero’s eyes softened with love
and admiration for the American and his smile grew.
“Me, too, Duo-chan, me, too…”
*End Flashback*
Duo continued to sob, despite the happy memory.
‘I want Heero…’
End Part Two
Truth or Dare Part 3
Quatre rested his head against the door finally giving up
hope of gaining access to his hurting friend. He could feel it all in his
heart… Duo’s despair, his pain, his anguish… the horrible feeling of
self-hatred and helplessness to do anything in the wake of a terrible pain. The
incredible want to end it all, but not wanting to bring any pain to those
around him. The boy was so terrified of so much, doubtful of so much, and had
so very little happiness to grasp upon.
‘And there’s nothing I can do… oh, Duo, do you really think
so little of yourself and us? Why won’t you let us inside?”
As Duo and Quatre fled from the room, Heero shot a glare at
Wufei so intense that Wufei seriously thought his heart was going to stop. And
with that, he left in search of the braided pilot. Trowa stood up and stared at
Wufei icily.
“Congratulations, I hope your happy, you should be ashamed
of yourself.” Trowa followed Heero. Wufei hung his head in shame.
‘I-I never wanted to hurt him, maybe embarrass him a tiny
bit, get some revenge, and get him to admit something about himself. If I had
only thought of what could happen if my assumptions of him were wrong… I’ve
been acting like that Dorlian bitch, judging people
on how they grew up, Trowa’s right, I should be ashamed of myself…’
Heero stormed to Duo’s room as Quatre looked up, startled.
He opened his mouth to ask what he was going to do, but halted as he saw the
murderous expression in the taller boy’s eyes.
“Heero, please be reasonable, I don’t know why you’re mad
at Duo, but please-,”
“Step aside,” Quatre swallowed nervously in the Perfect
Soldier’s wake and did as he was told. Heero knocked on the door.
“I told you to go away! I’m not opening the fucking door,
so just LEAVE ME ALONE!” Duo’s voice was thick with tears and emotion.
“It’s me.” Heero waited patiently for five minutes, then,
the door swung open. Heero strode in and flung the door shut behind him so
quickly Quatre never got the chance to sneak a peek inside the bedroom.
“Heero…” Trowa put his hands on Quatre’s shoulders.
“Let’s go to bed love.”
“But… Duo…”
“There’s nothing we can do tonight, we can talk to them in
the morning, but it would be wise for us to trust Heero in this case, he will
deal with this situation.” Quatre admitted defeat, all signs of his previous
drunkenness had vanished in the wake of the last half hour.
“Ok, I guess I’m too tired to deal with this with a cool
head anyway.” Trowa led him back to there room.
Heero slid into the room silently, feeling prepared for
just about everything except this. Duo sat on the floor, tears still flowing,
but he had stopped sobbing.
“God, you must think I’m so pathetic.” Heero grabbed a
towel that had been tossed carelessly on the floor and handed it to Duo. Duo
murmured his thanks and dried his tears with it.
“No, not at all. You’ve kept you emotions bottled inside
for way too long, besides, everyone needs to let go every once in a while. Now,
are you okay?” Duo suddenly launched himself at Heero and wrapped his arms
around his waist. Startled, Heero fell to the floor, but quickly recovered as
Duo sobbed heart wrenchingly into his chest.
“Duo…”
“I made a complete ass of myself! If I had only kept my
cool, everything would be fine, but no! I had to be weak and not they know not
only that, but I cried! I’m so fucking worthless!” Heero gripped his shoulders
and forced Duo to look at him.
“No! Not you, never you… Duo… we’ll talk about this
tomorrow morning, ok?” Duo nodded, exhausted. He gripped Heero’s shirt in
desperation.
“Heero, c-can you stay, just for tonight? I… I don’t think…
I don’t want to be alone, not tonight.” Heero picked him up effortlessly and
walked to the bed.
“Baka! All you had to do was ask.”
End Part 3
Truth or Dare Part 4
Duo searched blindly. Something was missing… something that
had been there for so long… where was it? Something he wanted, something he
needed, so badly, more than anything else, if he could only find if. Where?
Something gripped him about his waist and a hand ran up his chest.
“So soft… pretty…,” no, not this! Anything but this! He
couldn’t deal with this, and he was so close to finding what he had lost!
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in this part of the
colony all by yourself? Don’t cha know there are bad men out here?” Terrible
laughter. “It’s a good thing my boys and I found ya
first, eh?” A hand cut off his screams and dragged him into the darkness. No!
Someone, please! Help me! No, don’t walk away, please, don’t ingnore me! Onegai! Heero!
Duo awoke abruptly, placing his hand over his mouth to halt
the screams. He hated his nightmares, and lately they were getting
exponentially worse. Sometimes in his dreams he was no longer a child, but his
own fifteen year old self, but he was just as helpless and terrified as when it
had happened. Duo leaned back into the pillows and surveyed his surroundings.
He wished there was a canyon he could jump into. He wasn’t looking forward to
explaining things to the others. And – wait a minute… where was Heero? He was
the only one in the room. Duo shivered, suddenly feeling horribly alone and
vulnerable. What he really wanted was to cuddle with the closest, willing, warm
body. Abandoned again… the door opened. Duo sank deeper into the covers, trying
to bury himself and make himself invisible to the intruder.
‘I don’t want to deal with you right now, please go away!’
He thought, then sighed in relief when he saw it was just Heero, holding a tray
in his hands. He shut the door behind him and locked it, making Duo feel much
more secure. Heero turned to the bed and blinked in surprise.
“Oh, you’re awake… I was hoping I would get back before –
Oh, well,” he placed the tray on the table near the bed. It was Duo’s turn to
blink.
“Um, where were you?”
“That’s a secret, I’ll tell you later, here, I brought you
some food.” Duo eyed him suspiciously. Heero rolled his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Trowa made it. You’ve been through enough,
you don’t need food poisoning to top it off. When I told Trowa I needed to find
something for you to eat, he practically jumped. He was probably glad to do
something to help.”
“Are you sure it’s not poisoned.” Heero handed him the tray
and rolled his eyes again.
“Baka! It’s all your
favorites.” Duo stared, chibi-eyed at the tray in
awe: a large plate of apple crisp with ice cream and caramel sauce, a cup of
hot chocolate, and a couple strips of bacon.
“Wow. Hee-chan, have I ever told
you I love you?” Heero smirked.
“Eat.” When Duo finished his breakfast, Heero placed the
tray back on the table and slid into bed with Duo, snuggling against his best
friend. Duo sighed as Heero’s heat warned his weary bones.
“How is it you always know exactly what I need?” Heero
smiled.
“Just lucky, I guess. Bad dreams?” Duo nodded.
“They’re getting worse, too. It’s hard to sleep anymore, so
I’m so darn tired in the morning, it’s like I never fell asleep at all.” Duo
sighed. Heero patted him on the head.
“Maybe we should make this a permanent arrangement?”
“Y-you’d do that for me? Doesn’t it make you
uncomfortable?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it helps a lot.”
“Fine, then it’s settled, I’ll move my stuff to your room
today.”
“Heero…,” Heero got out of bed.
“Ready to greet your anxious public?”
“Do I have to?” Heero smiled sympathetically.
“I’m afraid so, don’t worry, I’m sure Quatre’s section will
be the same as mine was.”
“Only because he’s too kind…,” Duo murmured.
“Everything’s going to be ok, you’ll see. Now, I’m giving
you thirty minutes, if you’re not in the living room by then, I’m dragging you
out, dressed or no.” Duo blushed and nodded.
“K.” Heero left, a smile evident in both his face and his
eyes.
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