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


Feedback is appreciated. I enjoy hearing from all of my readers. That you take the time to read is great, that you take the time to write is awesome. You are what makes writing worth while. I hope that you enjoy reading it.

My sincere thanks to the following:

Fujin: Thanks once again. I am glad you like all of the little plot twists, I want to keep the story interesting but still believable. And don’t worry, there is quite a bit of this story to go. I just need to type faster. Sometimes the ideas come faster than I can write them down.

Diane Rainwater: Thanks for the reviews. I’ve missed you. And no, I don’t mind the comments. It’s nice for me to see the story through someone else’s eyes. I don’t always see things that other people might, and I find that helpful in making a better story. I’ll answer your comments as you left them.

RE: chapter 12. Perhaps that one scene was a little confusing, but it was all Duo putting on a little show for Heero. I made a change to reflect that and hopefully avoid the confusion for other readers. Thanks.
RE: chapter 13. As far as Heero and his ego, I think I see it more as a statement of fact, rather than bragging. Heero deals in black and white, absolutes. He doesn’t play games. About the hair thing, I guess my visual image was that Heero had most of Duo's hair in his hands at the time and it was most likely falling over the front of his shoulders. Perhaps I could have portrayed that a little better. And the whole ‘show me the way’ thing was a sad attempt at a little sexual innuendo.
RE: chapter 14. I agree with the ‘agree’, two consents were a bit too much. And it would be great to have a picture of Heero and Duo like that. Too bad I’m not artistically inclined that way. I have to satisfy myself with visual descriptions. I’m glad you seem to see them in the same way I do as I have a very vivid imagination.
Re: chapter 15. I like to try to make them a loveable couple, in spite of the occasional violent outbursts on Heero's part. And I still think of Duo as rather kittenish and playful at times. But I think it’s good to remind everyone of their true natures and their brutal upbringing. Life is never really easy. As for dessert, picture one king sized bed, two hot guys without any clothes on and some strawberries and chocolate sauce. Mmmm… dessert.

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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 16

The first several days after they moved back into the manse, Duo never left Heero's side, always within hands reach, and Heero possessively kept his hands on Duo. At night their love making was loud and passionate. As noted when they first met him, Quatre and Trowa found out that Duo really was a screamer, and apparently Heero gave him a lot to scream about. It was just as well that WuFei was spending a lot of time with Sally, having started a relationship with her not long after Heero had moved out with Duo, because he didn’t have the benefit of the soundproofing in his room that Quatre and Trowa's secure room did, and most likely would have complained bitterly about the noise coming from Heero's room at night.

Duo always looked sated and his body bore the marks of Heero's passion the next day when he would drag himself out of bed long after Heero left for work. Heero liked to leave highly visible marks on Duo's neck when they finished a job, marking his territory, as it were. And Duo did his best to encourage his lover, it seemed.

It was breakfast time, about two weeks later and Duo was still in bed. They’d had another long night of passion, and Duo was sleeping it off, while Heero was dressed and ready to head into the office for the morning, looking smug and satisfied.

“I’ve got to go and see Simon about an assignment,” Heero told Quatre, who was sitting at the kitchen table having his morning tea. “I should be home by lunch time, if Duo gets up and asks.”

“Can Duo get up?” Quatre asked, arching an eyebrow at Heero. “You were at it half the night.”

“Hell, Quatre, your room is sound proof,” replied Heero. “What are you complaining about? Besides, I heard you telling Trowa that hearing Duo getting off gets you all hot and bothered.”

“Heero!” Quatre exclaimed, blushing to the roots of his hair. He hadn’t known that Heero had overheard his comment to Trowa.

“It’s okay. It gets me all hot too, getting Duo off,” said Heero with a wink and a smirk as he left out the back door, heading for his sleek black ‘Vette.

“Don’t let him get to you, Quate,” came a soft, seductive voice. “He likes thinking he’s got the upper hand on everyone.”

Duo was lounging against the door frame, watching Heero drive away. Now Quatre was really embarrassed. But when he turned towards Duo, he was just plain speechless. Duo stood there, bare chested, his long, silky hair flowing loose all around him, a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms riding low on his hips, showing a thin line of pale brownish-blonde hair trailing down from just below his sexy navel. His stomach was tight and flat, his hips trim and narrow and Quatre could see the outline of his cock against the thin silk. Duo was half aroused, and looking hot.

“Like what you see?” he asked in a sultry, sexy voice, one hand running across his tight stomach, then down to brush ever so slightly across his burgeoning erection. He smiled a smoldering, inviting smile at Quatre who just sat and stared in undisguised desire. Duo's tongue came out to lick his bottom lip slowly, then his head turned.

“Morning, Trowa. I was just going to get some coffee before I took a shower. Seems Heero just took off for the office, right, Quatre?” Duo said as he busied himself with the coffee, then quickly left.

Duo disappeared into the bathroom, then spent the rest of the morning in Heero's room, reading and waiting for Heero to come home and take care of his erection. The hand job in the shower just hadn’t done anything for him. He smirked to himself. This was going to be too easy. He’d better make sure his guns were in perfect working order and his knives were sharp, because he was pretty sure it wouldn’t take him too long to get Quatre into his bed. Hell, he looked like he was ready this morning. Duo sighed. Where was Heero? He really needed him.

~*~

When Heero slipped into their room a little after noon, Duo was sleeping restlessly, moaning softly. Heero smiled to himself, quickly slipped out of his clothes and slowly lay himself down on the bed behind Duo. His warm breath caressed Duo's neck and his hand lightly touched Duo's hip, then slid down to caress the bulge in Duo's pyjama bottoms. He ran his hand along Duo's length and Duo arched against his hand, a small moan catching in his throat. Duo's hand came up to cover Heero's and pressed it harder against himself. That caused him to push back against Heero, and Heero's arousal slid along the cleft of Duo's ass. Heero thrust gently against him and his mouth came down on the back of Duo's neck, sucking gently.

“Ah, Heero,” Duo sighed. “Feels so good. I’ve been waiting for you. Need you to fuck me. Need you so bad. Fuck me hard, Heero. Take me right now. Please? Please, Heero?”

“What ever you want, babe,” returned Heero, his voice soft and husky with need, and he slid his hand under the waistband of Duo's pants. Duo quivered and moaned as Heero stroked his trembling body. “You ready for me?”

“I’m so ready,” responded Duo as he slithered out of his pants and rolled to his stomach, rocking his hips against the bed. When Heero's fingers found the opening of his channel, he was pleasantly surprised to find Duo already slick with lube.

“You are ready, aren’t you, baby? You are so hot for me. Just couldn’t wait for me to get home to fuck you, could you?” whispered Heero, sliding between Duo's legs, pushing them apart with his knees. He guided his heavy, aching cock to the lubed entrance, then paused to slick a little more lube on himself. He planned to give it to Duo hard, just the way he was begging for it, so wanted entry to be quick and easy.

Heero pulled Duo's hips up, positioned his cock and started to push into the hot, waiting flesh. As the tip of his cock breached the muscle ring, Duo pushed back against him and he sheathed himself in one easy move. Duo cried out and Heero paused to give him a moment to adjust, but Duo begged him to move, so Heero obliged him, starting with slow, measured strokes, seeking Duo's pleasure spot.

Once he found that little nub that drove Duo to the brink of insanity, he increased his thrusts and hit it almost every time. Soon he had Duo screaming and crying out unintelligible words, writhing in his grasp.

Heero reached under Duo to grab his hard, throbbing erection that was dripping come in a small puddle on the bed. Duo almost jumped out from under him at the touch, and Heero could tell he was almost ready to explode. It took only a few hard, fast strokes of his hand to bring Duo to completion and he arched back against Heero, all of his muscles clamping down on Heero's cock. Duo was so tight now that Heero almost couldn’t move, but he still managed to hit his sweet spot a couple of more times before he gave up his own release. He thrust deeply, coming hard, holding tightly to Duo's hips as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. Then he pulled away and collapsed, pulling Duo down on top of himself.

“Mmmm… that felt really good, baby,” Heero purred. “I think I like this lubed and waiting thing. Maybe next time you should just lose the pants, huh?”

“Sextoy, you know,” Duo drawled, turning in Heero’s arms to cuddle up against him. “Need to keep my master happy.”

“I am very happy,” said Heero, and he punctuated it with a kiss. “And now, I’m very hungry. I skipped lunch to come home to my beautiful, sweet wife, whom I left posed so prettily in the kitchen doorway. That image stayed with me all morning. I had a bit of trouble concentrating on what was going on, you little tease.”

“Why do you think I waited for you like this?” asked Duo, coyly. “I didn’t want you to miss out on anything, 'Ro.”

“So, did Quatre like what he saw?” asked Heero, darkly, changing the subject rather abruptly, remembering that Quatre had also seen Duo looking so hot and inviting.

“The boy’s ready to pop already,” smirked Duo. “He would have jumped me in the kitchen, I think, if Trowa hadn’t come along. Uh, he does know, doesn’t he? I don’t want him pissed at me for making a pass at his fiancé.”

“Yes, of course, babe,” replied Heero. “He’s in on all of the pertinent details. He won’t shoot you as long as you don’t go too far.”

“Well, the only problem you’re going to have right now is keeping Quatre off of me until you’re ready to put it all into motion,” said Duo. “He wants it bad. It won’t take a whole lot of persuasion to get him into my bed.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to stay home with you to keep you safe from him until we’re ready to go,” replied Heero. “But keep him warm. We could go at a moments notice.”

“No problem. Just you don’t be too far away when the shit hits the fan. I don’t trust anyone else,” said Duo, seriously.

“I know that, babe. Trust me, I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Heero said. “After all, where would I be without my pretty little sextoy to keep me entertained?”

Duo screamed and tried to bite Heero, but Heero easily evaded him and pinned him to the bed, then proceeded to tease Duo a bit.

“If I lost my favorite sextoy I’d have to get a new one, and that would be so much trouble. Why should I have to bother with a new one when I have you so well trained now? Besides, well trained sextoys are very scarce and they cost a whole lot, and I got you for free,” drawled Heero in a blasé voice, once again evading Duo's bite. “So, shall we have a shower and lunch, pretty boy?”

“I’ll pretty boy you, you ungrateful wretch,” declared Duo, climbing out of the bed and pulling on his pyjama pants and a tee-shirt. “You see if I wait for you in bed again. Well trained, humph.”

“But you are, sweetheart, and you do it all soooo good, there’s none better,” said Heero, trying to butter him up. “I’d never trade you in, I like what you do too much.”

“Humph,” Duo snorted, ignoring him and heading first into the bathroom, then on to the kitchen, followed by Heero's laughter.

~*~

Somehow, they always seemed to end up in the kitchen. That didn’t bother Duo too much as right now Quatre was in there doing something at the stove. So Duo, still irked at Heero, slid up behind the blonde, rested his chin on Quatre's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“What’cha got cookin’, hot stuff?” came the sultry, breathy whisper, accompanied by a slight brush of Duo's hips against Quatre's backside.

“Ah… ah… ah… so… soup,” Quatre stuttered, blushing deeply.

Then Heero walked in and grabbed Duo's braid, giving it a not so gentle yank. He raised an eyebrow at Duo when the sultry beauty turned to glare at him, then indicated that Duo should get them some coffee.

“I’m not your servant, you know,” Duo said peevishly, but poured the coffee anyway.

“So, ah, Heero, what have you got planed for today?” asked Quatre, finally containing his blush.

“Why doesn’t anybody ever ask me what I have planned?” Duo complained, stirring mounds of sugar into his coffee.

“Well, what do you have planned?” asked Heero, looking at him pointedly.

“Ah, I… I don’t know. What do you want to do?” he asked in return.

“If you don’t have any suggestions or ideas, why do you want to be asked?” Heero asked him in a tone that said he wasn’t in the mood for stupidity at the moment.

And Duo just seemed to be overflowing with it.

“Well,” started Duo, “I just like to feel that I’m part of things here, and asking what I have planned seems to be the polite way to include me in the group, even if I don’t have any plans or ideas, or I’m just going to do whatever you’re going to do anyways, but even so, it’s kind of nice to be asked once in a while, just to feel like I do have an opinion…”

“Duo,” said Heero.

“… that somebody might be interested in listening to even if it’s only out of politeness, you know, because…”

“Duo! If you don’t have anything of intelligence to add to this conversation, then shut the hell up!” snapped Heero.

Quatre looked on in open mouthed amazement, because it seemed as if Duo hadn’t taken a breath during his whole speech. But he stopped abruptly at Heero's command and sat down, looking at Heero expectantly.

“I thought I would take Duo to a movie this evening - don’t start- because it’s been a while since I’ve taken him out,” said Heero. “Would you and Trowa like to go along?”

“That sounds like fun. We haven’t been to a movie in a long time,” Quatre responded. “Oh, Heero, by the way, Simon asked me to remind you that the company party is next Saturday night.”

“Hn,” was Heero’s only response to that announcement. Heero hated parties. Duo, on the other hand, went off like a lit firecracker.

“A party? A party with lots of people? And food and drinks? A real party? Dancing and having fun? A dressing up in pretty clothes kind of party? Do we get to go? Heero, I wanna go to the party. Please, can we go? You’ve never taken me to a party. Is it one of those really fancy ones? Quatre said it’s a company party! That means people from work! That means all of those girls! All of those ones that keep chasing you, especially that one from your office that time! I wanna go so that they all know that you belong to me now! Heeerooo!” The last part came out as a wail.

Heero winced and scowled at Quatre, who at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“Duo, shut the fuck up!” said Heero, rather loudly.

Duo immediately stopped talking, but his bottom lip came out in a pout, and his face clouded up. He turned his back and sat sulking until Heero pulled his braid again.

“Since Simon saw fit to send the message to me through Quatre, I guess I have no choice but to take you,” Heero said, but he didn’t look pleased. Although, with Duo hanging on him, it was sure to keep all of the persistent girls away. At least if they knew what was good for them. Duo immediately cheered up.

“Heero, I’m going to need…” Duo started.

“…to go shopping for something to wear,” Heero finished. Duo smirked at him.

“You can buy me an ice cream cone,” Duo said coyly.

“What about the movie?” Heero asked.

“Oh, yeah. We were going to go out on a date, weren’t we? Well, you can take me on a date tonight, and shopping tomorrow,” said Duo happily. “I think I’d like to go to that Italian food place, you know, the one with the checkered table clothes and the candles in wine bottles? I love the pasta there.”

“Ohh! I’ve eaten there before. They do have great food,” Quatre agreed. “I’m going to go talk to Trowa and let him know what we’re going to do tonight.”

Quatre dashed off, leaving Heero and Duo alone in the kitchen, soup forgotten.

“Just what was that you were doing when I walked in, may I ask,” said Heero, pulling Duo into his lap and looking into his indigo eyes. Duo looked back, wide eyed and innocent.

“Nothing. Just keeping him warm, like you told me to do,” he replied, knowing what Heero's reaction would be. Heero narrowed his gaze and slapped Duo on the butt, a frown on his face.

“Just do it from a little further away. You don’t need to rub all over him like a cat in heat,” he said flatly.

“Oh? How about if I rub on you like a cat?” Duo purred, and rubbed his face against Heero's, then licked his ear and nibbled on it gently, hoping to defuse the situation some. Heero shuddered all over and a soft moan escaped his lips. His eyes closed and his arms wrapped around his flighty lover.

“Oh, Duo,” came his breathy whisper. “Oh, god, you turn me on so much. Let’s go back to bed so I can fuck you again. Ah. Or maybe I’ll just fuck you right here on the kitchen table.” This as Duo's tongue swirled around the outside of his ear, his teeth making a delicate bite on the lobe.

Heero stood abruptly, Duo in his arms and moved determinedly towards their room. Meanwhile, Duo's kisses and bites had made their way to his neck and were working their way up to his hungry mouth. They found it just as Heero got into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind himself. Then he laid his lover down gently on the bed and gazed down at him with lust filled eyes.

It didn’t take Heero long to rid Duo of the tee-shirt and pyjama pants, and he was on him with a hungry mouth. It seemed to Heero as if he could never satisfy himself enough on Duo's beautiful body.

He wasted little time on niceties and foreplay, checking only to see if Duo was still loose and wet enough to allow easy entry. It had only been about an hour since their last lovemaking and Heero decided that all he needed was to slick his ready cock with a little more of the lube that was tucked under the pillow.

Duo lay passively, legs spread and eyes closed, waiting. He knew Heero was feeling a little irritated with him, and most likely would not go easy on him, but it was better then being slapped again, and so he awaited Heero's entry. This was the best way to deal with Heero's aggression, letting him work it out on Duo's body with sex instead of violence.

Heero, finished with the lube, pressed the head of his cock to Duo's entrance and gave a sharp push. The muscles gave at once and he slid quickly and easily into Duo's channel, sliding all of the way in until he was fully sheathed. He paused for a few seconds, drawing a few deep, slow breaths, allowing Duo to adjust a bit, then began to move at a fast, steady pace. This time, he was going for a quick release.

He raised up on his hands, arching his back, driving deep with every thrust. Eyes closed, mouth gasping for breath, he was quickly drawing close to completion, Duo raising his hips to accommodate him. He came with a low groan and arched harder, burying his seed as deeply as he could, then pulled away to collapse, panting, next to Duo.

Duo lay very still, eyes closed, hurting in his heart, and a tear slid out of one of his closed eyes. When Heero regained his breath, he turned on to his side and reached for Duo's neglected erection, bringing him to completion with his hand, then kissed him once before getting out of the bed, looking for something to clean up with. Still, Duo lay silently, dreading what he knew would come next. The words Heero would force out of him.

“Duo? What’s wrong?” asked Heero.

“Does something have to be wrong?” Duo asked in return.

“When you just lay there and don’t respond when I make love to you, when I see tears on your face afterwards, then yes, something has to be wrong,” Heero answered. He finished pulling on his pants and sat on the side of the bed. “Talk to me, Duo.”

“What good does it do?” said Duo, tiredly, turning on his side and rolling up in a ball. “Nothing ever really changes, does it, Heero? No matter what we say or what kind of pretty face we try put on it, it never changes.”

“What never changes, Duo? I don’t understand,” replied Heero. “Would you please look at me?”

Duo sighed heavily, but refused to turn over or to answer. Heero, with a sound of exasperation, reached over, took a hold of his shoulder and pulled him over, then caught his chin and turned his face up.

“Now, tell me what you mean,” Heero said very softly.

Duo looked up into the cold, dark blue eyes that stared back down at him, and shivered slightly, wishing for a blanket, but afraid to reach for one. Heero noticed the shiver, but decided to leave it for the moment, hoping that the discomfort would get Duo talking.

“Us. The whole master and dog thing,” said Duo. “That will never change, will it? Even if I wear your ring now, I still wear a collar. Even if you call me your wife, I’m still your dog. Even if you say it’s my decision, my choice, when it’s all said and done, you’re still the one in charge of our lives.”

“Are you saying you’re not happy, Duo? I’m trying hard to change these things. I know, well, I don’t really know how you feel, but I’m trying,” said Heero, sincerely.

“I know, you do try and most of the time it’s good, it works,” replied Duo. “But when it comes right down to it, it never really changes and I don’t think it ever will. You’ll always be my master. I’ll always be your dog.”

“Why do you say things like this?” asked Heero. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry,” said Duo. “It’s just how I feel. I can’t keep it all squashed down inside. It just wants to come out.”

“I just want to know what brought this on,” said Heero.

“I don’t know. Things were alright, right up to the point you told me not to get so close to Quatre, I guess,” said Duo, miserably, knowing Heero was going to take it the wrong way and blow up. “It’s supposed to be a job, and you’re still insanely jealous when ever I get near another guy.”

“I see now. It’s that whole thing about you rubbing yourself all over Quatre,” said Heero in his soft, cold voice. Duo flinched. “It may be a job, and you may end up in bed with him, but you don’t have to act like a slut in the mean time. And even if it is part of the job, you still belong to me, and I still don’t like other men putting their hands on you.”

“So, what you said before, about Quatre, Trowa and WuFei, and touching and you not getting angry, was that just talk then, Heero?” Duo asked. “Were you just saying it without meaning it? If you want it that way, just say it, just tell me flat out, like you did before. Don’t say one thing when you really don’t mean it.”

“What the fuck, Duo? Why are we even having this conversation?” asked Heero.

“Because I need to know where I stand,” said Duo. “I need to know what I am to you.”

“You’re my wife, you’re the person I love. You belong to me, you’re mine,” responded Heero, a tinge of anger in his voice now.

“I belong to you. I’m your possession,” replied Duo. “Will I ever by your equal, your partner, or will I always just belong to you?”

“Duo, I don’t know what it is that you want from me. I have tried to give you everything,” Heero told him. “I have tried to do everything I possibly could to make you happy. All I ask in return is that you belong to me alone. Is that too much that I’m asking of you? I just don’t want to see another man’s hands on you, work or not. I’ll admit it. I’m jealous and possessive where you are concerned. You belong to me.”

“Heero, we can’t do this job,” said Duo, tiredly. “You aren’t going to be able to let me do this job, are you? You’re never going to be able to let me get close enough to him to do what I need to do, are you?”

“Damn it, Duo, this is hard enough as it is, can’t you drop it?” said Heero angrily. “You can do what you need to do without rubbing yourself all over him. You can do what needs to be done without acting like a complete and totally shameless slut. It’s supposed to be discrete and subtle. Not blatant, all out ‘fuck me in front of Heero’.”

“That’s how you see it?” asked Duo, stunned.

“What else am I supposed to see? First you come out, hair down, half naked, then later you all but lay yourself on top of him, what do you expect me to see?” Heero snarled. “You’re sending out signals that say “I’m fuckable” to another man, and I have to watch? I don’t think so. It stops. Now. Understand?”

“Yes, master, I understand,” said Duo. “I understand completely.”

Heero could see Duo shutting down emotionally. The light seemed to go out in his indigo eyes, his shoulders slumped and he let his head fall back on his pillow, no expression on his face.

“What would you like me to do now, Heero?” he asked in a neutral sounding voice.

“Ah, fuck it all! I don’t know what to do with you sometimes,” Heero growled, hand up and shaking, as if he wanted to hit Duo but was trying his hardest not to.

“Do whatever you want with me, Heero,” said Duo calmly. “I belong to you. I’m yours to use as you will.”

“Ahhh…” Heero jumped up from the bed, grabbed a shirt and threw it on, then slammed out of the bedroom door. A few minutes later Duo heard the sound of a car engine and the squeal of tires as Heero left.

~*~

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