Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops�

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Gundam boys, I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my making). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Summary: They were thrust together at the age of 14, members of an assassins guild, then rudely ripped apart at the age of 21. Now, three years later, Duo walks back into Heero's life. The rollercoaster ride has just begun as they must learn to live together once more and to love each other again. Life isn’t always easy, living with Duo, and Heero has to fight hard to remember that.

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: Anal,Angst,AR,H/C,Lang,M/M,OC,Oral,Violence,WAFF,WIP,Yaoi

Pairings: 1x2


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My sincere thanks to the following:

cfweber1b: Thank you for your support. I like to think that the characters grow as the story continues. I hate to have them become stagnant, because in reality, people are always growing and changing, as are their situations. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Diane Rainwater: I never get tired of hearing from you. I really appreciate the fact that you spend some of your precious time to send me encouragement. I hope that I continue to hear from you and that you keep getting enjoyment from reading what I’ve written. I am trying my best to keep you guessing as to what will happen next.
Re: Acting As If : Yes, it was a little out of character for Heero, but it added to the mystery. Mainly, in this story, I wanted to show true friendship between all of the characters and total the dedication of the heart on Duo's part. And as for where Heero was, well, as he said, that’s a story for another time, perhaps after ‘Pull the Trigger’. Right now it consumes all of my time.

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Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops…

“dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...”

Part 11

It was early evening when the household started to stir once more. Heero had kissed Duo gently before he went to shower and Duo had been dressed and waiting when he returned. He refused to look Heero in the eye, instead following him silently, doing whatever Heero told him to do. Heero only sighed and shook his head, not wanting to argue again.

They headed into the kitchen where Quatre sat, drinking tea. He gasped when he saw Duo's face and neck, then looked at Heero accusingly.

“That wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t his fault, you know,” Quatre said hotly.

“Just drop it, Quatre. He got what he wanted,” said Heero, putting on some coffee.

“What he wanted? No one wants to get beat up, Heero,” he retorted.

“I tried to ignore what happened, but he kept pushing it. It’s over, just drop it, alright?” Heero turned and leaned on the counter.

“Duo, why?” asked Quatre, turning to the silent Duo. “It was just a kiss. You didn’t have to…”

“The man said to drop it, Quatre,” came Trowa's voice from the doorway.

“That’s Master Quatre to you, Barton,” Quatre sniped.

Duo looked up at Quatre, then to Trowa, finally fixing his gaze on Heero, waiting.

“It’s none of our concern,” Heero said. “We have our own problems to contend with.”

Duo opened his mouth to speak, but Heero held up a finger warningly and Duo subsided, eyes cast to the floor once more.

“He’s very well trained, isn’t he?” commented Trowa.

“He’s not a dog, Barton,” Quatre snapped at his lover.

“Actually, he is my dog, aren’t you Duo?” said Heero, affectionately. “Come over here, babe.”

Duo obediently walked to his side, but refused to look up at anyone. Heero put an arm around him and Duo tensed slightly. Heero dropped his arm angrily.

“Damn it. I’m going out to have a drink,” he said abruptly, turning away from Duo before his anger overcame him again. “You go and stay in my room until I get back. I’ll deal with you later. Understand?”

“Yeah,” responded Duo softly. “Loud and clear.” He headed quickly for Heero's room, not wanting to stir Heero's wrath for a second time in one day.

“Hey, Heero, want some company?” he heard Quatre asking and Heero's grunting response, then “no, Barton, I don’t need you to come with me.” Then they were gone.

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Dog. He knew exactly what that had meant in the past. He pulled a blanket off of the bed, threw it in the corner and curled up on it, shivering slightly in his loneliness, tears starting once more. Unconsciously, his hand went to his neck, feeling for the collar that he had worn for so long. He missed it. He could have used it’s comfort, right about now. Well, at least Heero wasn’t here, fucking some boy that he’d picked up at a bar. That had been so hard to bear. But he had stood it with silent tears for far too long, while learning to come to grips with his conflicting feelings for Heero. At least now he knew that Heero still loved him, and he really did love Heero, even if he hated himself at the moment for his stupidity in provoking Heero's anger. Finally he drifted off into a light doze, waiting for Heero to come back home to him once more.

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They took Heero's car and headed for a little hole in the wall bar that wasn’t too far from the house. Once inside the quiet darkness, Heero ordered a beer and Quatre ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz, wanting something sweet to sip at, and they took a small table in the corner. The two sat silently for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, sipping at their drinks.

“Why do you call him your dog?” Quatre asked abruptly.

“Mainly, I used to use it as a protection mechanism for Duo. If I thought of him as my dog, instead of as my wife, I was less likely to do something I would regret later on, like forcing myself on him when he didn’t want me,” Heero responded. “It also has to do with the way he was trained to respond to me when we were young, although they never called him that. Have you ever seen a birddog in the field, hunting? They look at their master for visual signals, or listen for audible signals. That tells them where to go and what to do. You don’t use your voice, giving verbal commands, it’s all eye contact and processing signals. He was trained to always watch me for his signals of what to do next. It may not look like it, but he always watches me to see what to do next. He can read other people and use prompts from them, not commands, just signs of what to do or how to act. But he looks at me for commands. I’m his master. That’s the way he was trained. That’s just the way it is. We can’t change it.”

“Does it ever bother you, the way you got him? The way your life together is?” Quatre asked, curious now that he’d gotten Heero talking.

“We don’t know any other way of life. I only remember the guild. I was there from an early age. Maybe I was even born there, I don’t know,” Heero answered, finishing his beer and signaling the waitress for another. “As for Duo, no, it doesn’t bother me, how he came into my life. It was love at first sight. I fell for him like a ton of bricks the moment I laid eyes on him. He was so beautiful when he was young. So delicate, like a cut crystal goblet, gorgeous. He flashed with fire, with passion. He made my heart ache sometimes, I wanted him so badly. Unfortunately he didn’t want me the way I wanted him, not at first, anyway. But I made myself wait, until he was ready to come to me. Sometimes my methods of getting him to respond to me were a little cruel, but I needed him. And I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to love me as much as I loved him. It took almost three years for that to happen.”

“That was a long time,” Quatre commented.

“Indeed,” replied Heero. “But once he gave himself to me, it was like heaven. There was no one like Duo Maxwell. If sex had a name, it would be Duo Maxwell. Noin trained him to be poised, charming, coy and flirtatious. And he was all of that. She taught him how to dress, to walk, how to eat, drink, talk, even just to look at a person and drive him crazy with desire. And he was good at it.”

“Everyone wanted a piece of him, but at night, when the game was over, I went home with the prize,” said Heero smugly. “Treize said we were the best team he ever had. I was proud of Duo. I loved to show him off. And in the end, he had eyes only for me.”

Heero smiled softly at the thought. His life had been so much better, once Duo had capitulated, had come to realize that Heero was his soul mate. Heero had known from the very start that Duo was his heart. Theirs had been a match made in Hell, but between the two of them, they had managed to find a bit of heaven in the form of their love for each other.

“I can see why you were so devastated when you lost him,” said Quatre. “It must have been wonderful, getting him back.”

“It was. It’s also been hell, as you know,” Heero laughed. “He’s been loose too long. It stretched our bond badly. It’s taken him a bit to readjust his thinking. To get him back to his training and to get him used to being with a man again. You see, Duo was never gay. I made him that way. Or rather, he let me, I should say. Self defense at first, love later on. I’ve just had to wait for the love to kick back in. It’s been hard, he’s still fighting it somewhat. But it’s working, slowly. So, what about you and Trowa?”

Heero decided to turn the tables a bit and ask Quatre some questions.

“Oh, I love him more that anyone in the world. I’m just a little bit miffed at him right now. He was assigned as my bodyguard when I was about 17, I guess,” Quatre responded. “He was a year older then me and so handsome. I fell in love right away. I don’t think that my father had that in mind, but I’ve always liked guys. I guess I’ve always known that I was gay.

“Anyway, it was about a year or so before I coaxed him into my bed. He was so sweet and gentle with me. He wasn’t my first, but he was my best and there has never been anyone else since then.”

“So, this, ah, thing, with Duo…” Heero asked.

“Ah, yeah. That…” Quatre looked slightly embarrassed. “I don’t know what that was. We were just watching movies together, then I noticed that he seemed distracted. Suddenly, I was all cuddled up next to him, and he smelled so good and it felt so nice, the next thing I know, I had him down on the couch, kissing him. I mean tongue and all, and he kissed me back, just for a minute. I lost it. I begged him to come to bed with me, but he said no. I told him that no one else needed to know about it, but he said I didn't know you. He said you’d know. He said you’d kill him just for me kissing him. He… he told me about that first time, what you did to him.”

“It’s not something I’m proud of,” said Heero, grimly. “It was actually done in a fit of jealous rage.”

“He ran from me,” said Quatre sadly. “He had a look of fear in his eyes, and he ran from me.”

They sat quietly, each lost in their own contemplations, finishing their drinks. Heero looked at Quatre, who nodded and Heero signaled the waitress once again.

“He knew, didn’t he, about the death threats?” Quatre finally asked.

“Yes, he knew,” Heero answered. “I would rather he had not known. I don’t like to see him scared, but it wasn’t my decision. No more that it was Trowa's not to tell you. We were doing what we were told. And what we were told was to protect you and to protect Duo at any cost. Those orders came from Simon and neither Trowa nor I are in the habit of disobeying Simon.”

“I know. I’ll forgive him when we get home,” said Quatre. “I just can’t stay mad at him, l love him too much. I was just angry that I was never told about that room.”

“It was on a need to know basis,” said Heero, “and you never needed to know, before. Well, shall we head back? I feel a little more relaxed and ready to handle Duo now.”

“Yeah,” giggled Quatre. “Do you suppose that Trowa's consoling Duo right now?”

“No, Duo will be in my room, sleeping on the floor,” replied Heero, “and Trowa will most likely be watching TV.”

“You think Duo is really doing that?” Quatre asked curiously.

“I know him. He’s my dog. That’s exactly what he’ll do,” said Heero, leaving money for the bill and preparing to go home.

~*~

Duo was, in fact, asleep on the floor, but he woke up as soon as Heero opened the bedroom door. He looked up at Heero expectantly.

“Duo,” said Heero softly. “Get up. Let’s go to bed.” He walked over and held out a hand, helping the boy to his feet. Then he put an arm around Duo and pulled him close, preparing to kiss him, but Duo turned his head away.

Heero immediately released him and snorted. He felt his anger stir again, and tried to keep a tight rein on it.

“Fine, go to bed,” he said, turning away, not wanting another confrontation with Duo..

“Where are you going,” Duo asked.

“Living room,” Heero answered shortly. “If you don’t want to sleep with me in my bed, make love with me, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Then you might as well slit my throat right now,” Duo responded, darkly. “I know what your friends already think of me, even if they don’t say anything. I’ll not have them saying that I kicked you out of your bed again.”

“But you are,” Heero answered coldly. “And your throat stays just the way it is, along with the rest of you. Live with it. I told you, if you came to my bed, it was all the way, and no backing down. You either sleep in my bed with me, and that means having sex with me, or I sleep somewhere else. Choose.”

Duo stood trembling, tears in his indigo eyes once more, his lip quivering as he battled his conflicting emotions. Then he fell to his knees, his face in his hands, sobs racking his slender body. Heero walked over, picked him up and carried him to the bed, laying him down gently. Duo's arms want around his neck and Heero held him until the flurry of tears passed and he calmed down.

Heero released him, got up, stripped off his clothes and hung them up, then returned to the bed. He strode across the room naked, his arousal evident. He stopped at the foot of the bed, grasped the sweat pants that Duo wore by the ankles and pulled them off. Duo's boxers and tee-shirt followed, then Heero climbed into the bed.

He didn’t say anything, but immediately took possession of Duo's mouth, while his hands ran over Duo's body, one hand going between his legs, fingers sliding down under his balls to find the tender opening of Duo's body. He stroked it and circled his finger around the muscle for a few moments, then pushed his finger in deeply, stroking in and out of Duo's channel. Duo gasped and moaned at the sudden invasion, but Heero gave him no time to relax before the other fingers joined the first. It was a bit painful, without any lube, but Duo fought back his pain and fear. He knew better then to resist when Heero was in this mood, especially when it was he that had put Heero in the mood he was in.

Heero then rolled him to his stomach, a pillow shoved under his hips and he finally reached for the lube. Squeezing out a generous amount, he slicked it over his cock, the pushed Duo's thighs apart with his legs as he prepared Duo to be mounted. He slid his now slick fingers into the sensitive opening, stretching the muscles once more, then guided his cock into position. Grasping Duo's hips, he pushed until he was fully seated in his lover, pausing at last to let him adjust to the sudden invasion.

Duo had tensed, making penetration difficult and Heero had to push hard to force the reluctant muscles to allow him entry. Duo was gasping, his hands grasping the sheets tightly, unable to relax.

Heero leaned forward, gaining further penetration and getting an additional gasp of pain, but then he put his hands on Duo's shoulders and started to massage them gently, while he kissed Duo's neck and back. Even while feeling the need to reassert his dominance, Heero was still considerate of his lover, not wanting to cause him excess discomfort. Slowly Duo relaxed around him and Heero started to move in him. Heero fell into a steady rhythm, closing his eyes and stroking easily. He shifted his hold back to Duo's hips and changed the angle of his cock inside of Duo, hitting his sweet spot, causing the boy under him to pant and moan, crying out in his need. Heero smiled at the sounds he could elicit from Duo, sounds of extreme pleasure.

Heero reached under Duo and grasped his neglected cock, now dripping with pre-come, and started to stroke it in counterpoint to the movement in his body. Duo started to pant hard, and Heero could feel his body building towards climax. He started to pump Duo's cock harder and to thrust deeply, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into the unresisting body under him. Duo arched up, pushing back against Heero and screamed as his hot seed spilled from his pulsing cock into Heero's demanding hand and on to the bed under him.

The muscles of his ass tightened around Heero and Heero started to make short, hard stabs that hit Duo's sweet spot time and time again. Duo screamed again, pushing back on Heero convulsively, and Heero came, grabbing Duo's hips and burying his seed as deeply into Duo's belly as he could. Heero strained, arched over the body held tightly to his own as wave after wave of ecstasy broke over him, the orgasm driving him to the brink of insanity, then pulling him back.

He collapsed on top of Duo, pulled out of him and rolled to his back, gasping and panting. Duo lay collapsed on his stomach in the wetness on the bed under him. Neither tried to seek the other out, both waiting to see who would be the first to move. Duo soon grew uncomfortable lying on his stomach with the pillow propping him up, and finally rolled towards Heero.

Heero turned with a satisfied grunt, put his arms around Duo and pulled him close, spooning up against his back. Heero held him close for a moment, then got up, going to the bathroom to wash up. He brought back a cloth and cleaned Duo off, then climbed back into the bed, pulling Duo back into his arms once again. He sighed contentedly, kissing the back of Duo's neck, knee sliding between Duo's legs and his arm tightening around Duo's chest. Silently, with that one move, Duo had given Heero the subtle victory he sought, once more admitting submission to his master, and Heero was contented with it.

“Love you, babe,” he whispered huskily, kissing Duo just behind the ear. “Sweet dreams.”

“Love you, too, 'Ro,” Duo answered, slipping into oblivion, secure once more in his master’s embrace, warm and loved.

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