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Title: To Love You ‘Til Death
Chapter 2: First Night’s
Breeze
Duo stretched his arms high above his head, not even
bothering to wince at the cracking his spine made.
“You should take a shower and head off to bed, I am,” Heero
said from behind him, drying his wet hair with a white towel. Duo turned
slightly to smile at him.
“Nah. Gotta
finish typin’ some stuff first. I’ll see you in the morning, k?” Heero
patted him on the head, secretly admiring the shorter 25 year old’s hair.
“Night, then.”
Duo let out a small, content moan as the hot water cascaded
down his back and stomach.
‘There’s nothing like a hot shower to wash away stress!’
Not wanting to waste the hot water, he shut off the valve, and stepped out. He
dried himself off with a towel and slipped into his black boxers and blue
sleeping tee with a napping kitten on it. The apartment, technically, was
Heero’s since he paid the rent, but Duo cleaned it, cooked, and paid the rent,
but Duo cleaned it, cooked, and paid for the meals. It had three bedrooms, a
kitchen, two bathrooms, and a living/central room and was quite cozy. Duo
walked into his bedroom, shutting and locking his windows and slipped into bed.
It had been a long, stressful day and he couldn’t wait to just sleep…
Duo cowered behind the sofa, his mother and father’s
screams had finally died out. He curled himself into a tight ball, sounds
finally ending a few feet away. He had been playing Scrabble with his father
with his mother reading a book on the sofa when they heard one of the windows
in the kitchen shatter. Duo quickly dove for his spot behind the couch. The
five year old watched in horror as a man with a gun came into the room and
forced his mother and father on to the floor. The man tore at their clothes,
raping both, even his father who was a kind, slender young man, and unable to
fight back. He heard his mother’s screams, long after his father’s struggles
had gone silent, and he closed his eyes tightly, willing the man to leave.
Instead, the man had heard the single whimper Duo had let escape earlier. He
grabbed the boy from his hiding spot and dragged him to the middle of the room.
He slammed him to the ground. Duo barely registered it as his clothes were
suddenly gone. He felt the man’s penis at his entrance and he finally opened
his eyes. He saw his mother’s lifeless eyes staring at him from a few feet away
and furiously freed himself from the man’s grip. He grabbed a shard of glass
from when a lamp had been knocked over and slashed the man’s face from his
temple to his eye to his chin, reveling in his screams of shock and pain.
Grabbing a shred of cloth that used to belong to his mother’s dress, he ran as
fast as his little legs could carry him.
Four years passed and Heero Yuy, eleven years old,
nervously walked home, alone. He had missed the bus to go home and, since his
parents were at work, he had no choice but to walk home through the streets. He
gripped the strap of his book bag tighter as he walked through a dark empty
alley. He squeaked and jumped as something made a loud clanging noise. A tin
can rolled and stopped at his feet. Having no other choice, he walked forward.
He watched in amazement as a little girl or boy; he couldn’t tell which with
all that long, filthy hair and slender legs, balanced on a dumpster, digging
through it, searching for food.
‘Wow,’ Heero thought, ‘a street rat…’
From his friends, Heero had heard of the street orphans who
hid in the shadows of the city, feasting on rats, but had never actually seen
one.
‘But… he’s kinda cute… he doesn’t look like a diseased monster…,’ Heero’s mind supplied that it was
male, though he was still uncertain. Heero winced as the boy slipped and fell,
scrapping his knee on the pavement. The boy finally lost control and started
sobbing heartbrokenly. Against his better judgment, Heero ran forward and
touched the youth’s shoulder.
“It’s alright!” He said. The orphan slid against the wall,
trying to get away from Heero at the feel of the contact.
“I dun have nuthin’ on me! I swear!” He cried. Heero
blinked at him in astonishment.
“I-I’m not going to steal anything from you!” The boy
blinked up at him in return.
“A-are you… are you going to rape me?” Heero blushed.
“N-no! I ain’t going to hurt you.”
The boy uncurled from his spot just slightly.
“Y-you ain’t?”
“No!” Heero took in the boy’s anorexic body and torn,
filthy clothes. If you could even call
them clothes… he reached his hand out to him.
“C’mon, I’ll get you something to eat.” The boy looked at
it nervously.
‘I have nothing to lose,’ he told himself, ‘if I go, at
least I’ll get fed…’
Heero, twelve years old, raced out into the yard as he
heard someone yell. He ran to Duo who was sitting underneath the large oak tree
out front, his legs folded underneath him, crying. He enfolded his best friend
in a tight hug.
“What happened?!” Duo sniffed.
“I fell.”
“Wha? What were you doing?! You know you’re not supposed to climb that tree, it’s dangerous!” Duo
rubbed his eyes with one small hand and pointed up to the limb he had fell off of.
“I just wanted to see the city!” Heero stroked his hair
lightly.
“Baka… I don’t want you to get hurt… I wanna protect you.”
Duo blinked wide eyes up at him.
“You do?” Heero smiled.
“Aa. I promise…,” Heero hooked his
pinky with Duo’s, “I’ll always
protect you.” Duo smiled brightly and wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck.
“Hee-chan.”
Heero’s eyes were wide as the orphan polished off his fifth
sandwich.
“Wow, you’re really hungry, ne?” The boy looked at him.
“I haven’t eaten in six days.” Heero stared at him in
astonishment.
“What’s your name?”
“Duo.”
“Dyuo…,” Duo giggled.
“You’re cute.” Heero blushed.
Just then, the door swung open.
“Heero, we’re home!” Heero grabbed Duo and shoved him off
towards the basement stairs.
“Here, hide down there! There are pillows and blankets in
the basement closet.” Duo started towards the stairs, then turned around and
kissed Heero on the cheek.
“Thanks, Heero.” Heero’s face turned beet red and he stared
dreamily, one hand on the spot that Duo had kissed him.
“Hello, honey,” his mom said as she entered the kitchen,
“what’s wrong? You’re face is all red!”
Heero tugged on Duo’s hand as they walked to Heero’s
homeroom.
“I-I’m not sure ‘bout this…,” Duo murmured. Heero grinned
at him.
“Mom says ya gotta get an education! ‘Sides,
school’s fun, ‘cept for the homework.” Duo whimpered.
“But… what if I get made fun of? Or everyone hates me? Or
I’m too dumb?” Heero turned around and hugged him.
“You aren’t stupid! ‘Sides I like you, so everyone will like you, too.” He shoved him into the
classroom. Duo eeped, trembling with anxiety.
“Hey, Heero, who’s the girl?” A Chinese boy with glasses
said. Duo pouted.
“I am not a
girl!” A small blonde boy ran up to him and shook his hand.
“Hi! I’m Quatre Raberba Winner and these,” he pointed to the
Chinese boy and another ginger haired boy behind him, “are Chang Wufei and
Trowa Barton.” Duo shyly waved at them.
“Stick with us and we’ll teach you everything you need to
know.” Duo smiled.
Heero closed the door behind him as he came home from school.
He couldn’t wait to see Duo and give him the chocolate cookies he had snitched
off Trowa during lunch.
“Heero Yuy. Come here now.”
Heero winced. He knew that tone. As he walked into the living room, he paled.
Sitting next to his mother was Duo, looking as white as the curtains, fidgeting
and looking as though, any second, someone was going to come along and slap
him.
“Heero, come here,” his father said. Heero sat down on a
chair by himself.
“Heero, what were you thinking?!
Bringing a strange child off the streets?! Did you even think?! Now we have to send him back and punish you!” The
floodgates opened and Duo started to sob. Heero wanted desperately to go
comfort him, but he knew he couldn’t.
“P-please! I-I don’t care what you
do to me! You can beat me if you like, but please don’t hurt Heero! This is all my fault!”
Heero’s mother looked at Duo is shock.
“No!” Heero cried, launching himself off his chair, climbed
up the sofa and hugged his new friend. He glared at his dad.
“He was hungry and he probably would have died and he was
crying. I did what I knew was right, just like you taught me! I don’t care about the consequences! He’s my friend and I won’t let him go hungry
anymore.” Duo kept on sobbing.
“H-Heero!” He clutched tightly to
Heero. Heero’s mom hugged them both.
“You’re g-gonna send me back to the streets?”
“Oh! You poor thing! Of course not..!” Heero’s father shook
his head.
“We are not
getting another child, honey!”
Heero’s mother sent her ‘Glare of Death’ at her husband. He sighed in
exasperation. Heero smiled and leaned his head on Duo’s shoulder.
‘Welcome to the family, Duo-chan.’
Duo groaned loudly as Heero’s hot mouth sucked on his neck.
His large, calloused hands traveled down his naked body, exploring every bit of
him. Heero grasped Duo’s wrists in one hand, holding them above Duo’s head in a
grip tight enough to bruise, but Duo didn’t mind. Heero nipped at Duo’s lip and
Duo opened his mouth for him. Heero kissed him roughly, but passionately,
moving his tongue against Duo’s, exploring him. Heero’s mouth moved down to
tease one of Duo’s nipples with his tongue and teeth. Heero gripped his hips
hard and swirled his tongue around the head of his penis.
Duo cried out in pleasure as he awoke from his dream. He
sighed as he looked around. Nothing but a wet dream.
He wrapped a hand around his erection. But, it had seemed so real. He shot his
cum into some tissues and expertly tossed them into the blue basket by the bed.
A breeze ruffled his loose hair from the open window. He looked at it in
confusion. He thought that he had closed it, but whatever, the breeze felt nice
on his flushed skin. Duo rubbed at the bruises on his wrists and hips. This
wasn’t the first time he had hurt himself in his sleep, but it was creepy how
they were like in his dream.
“I really need to get laid,” he muttered to himself.
End of Chapter 2
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