Break Me, Shake Me

Kae-chan: Hehe, this chappie is up and running, and by the way...I've just recently noticed that I have this terrible habit of posting the fic then re-reading it on the normal page and going back and editing the shit out of it like 12 seperate times -_-;; I wonder if the readers can tell, cuz I can plainly see that the hits go up as I keep releasing a "new and revised" edition of the story every 20 or so minutes until I'm satisfied with the final result -.-;; Why don't I do all that before I post it? I dunno, I usually only seem to catch my mistakes and so on when I see it published ^.^;;

Anyways, my apologies if anyone has noticed and it annoys them o.O nyah =P
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A posh mansion, built from a dark and peculiar shining stone, boasted of gothic style turrets and archways. Seated upon a ten acre plot of land, it's sheer bleakness seemed to intimidate wanderers and cast an invisible but perceptible shadow of gloom. Encircling the whole grounds was a forty foot high wrought iron fence, spikes atop the ridge and an "enclosement mechanism" that strayed from the usual barred design and consisted of twisted metal figures arranged in various sexual acts so that it appeared to be more a wall of salacity. The grounds itself was something of a marvel, astounding black with red streaked marble pathways and a garden court, overrun now with local flora, consumed a large portion of the area. Beautiful sculptures of men and women, some clothed, were positioned in fountains, on terraces or just along the outer wall of the manor. Late spring had lent it's hand in the landscaping, evident from the various other floral clusters that speckled the land, saturating the air with a delicious blend of fragrances.

What lay inside the manor was nothing short of breath taking. Cathedral ceilings gave way to extravagant art depicting the likes of nature spirits and angels. Sensuality infused the atmosphere, aided by the rich decor and subdued lighting through out the rooms and halls. Everything within the manor; color scheme, furniture, knick knacks, etc. were pleasing to the eye, including the inhabitants. Five youths lay scattered throughout the building, carefully exiting at night if the need arose but always returning before dawns first light. Quite vampiric, to say the least, but also necessary to upkeep the rumor of it being abandoned and haunted.

Each pilots arriving time had been different, some weeks apart, others months. Quatre had been the first to settle in, followed by Wufei a month later and then Duo three months after that. Two weeks into that arrangement led to the arrival of Trowa and Hiro, the afore mentioned youth only five hours later in that same day. Each had picked their own room to recreate or destroy at will. Each rooms shape and layout remained unique, though every room had an elevator shaft hidden behind one of the walls that led to the underground hangar of the gundams. Leave it to the doctors to think of everything, even if they wouldn't be able to use their mobile suits, because they were in hiding. Ongoing information leaks had caused Oz to be prepared for every military strike in the past eight months, diminishing the success rate of the war waged by the gundam pilots. The doctors had decided it best to lie low and let the war build for a while longer, until Oz got fat and lazy over there apparent victory and let their guard down. Shipping the gundam pilots to stay at the manor had been the other half of their genius, making it easier for them to contact all the pilots instead of trying to sort them out of their own separate hidey holes. Besides, even if you weren't in a war to make friends you were in a war to make allies and understand them. The gundam pilots were much too solitary for the doctors' liking, a break from the chaos of war was what they all needed, the air of peace within the manor would ensure ample time and a comfortable surrounding to get to know each other...

Krack! Fwring...shlid...rrschk!

"Fuuuck!!!"

A flash of creamy, pale-peach skin rounded the corner at maximum speed, sliding ungracefully into something solid. Very solid, actually, and quite warm for a wall. Tilting his head up cobalt met prussian, Duo flushing hotly as he scrambled to his feet and past the other gundam pilot, barely able to keep his eyes away from the towel clad statue casting him an oddly curious look. Not a time for distractions, anyways, as a certain Chinese imp was hot for his blood at the moment.

"DUO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STUPID AMERICAN!!!!!!!"

Black combat boots faltered in their race up the stairs as the bloodcurdling roar erupted from somewhere below. Panicked, the youth stumbled the rest of the way and barreled into the nearest room, looking about the snow white splendor before opting to cram himself under the western style bed. Trying frantically to lower his breathing Duo lay flat on his back, blood rushing through his veins.

Slowly...slowly... He'll hear your fucking heart...

The acute absence of dust bunnies lead wandering eyes to actually examine the room he had chosen to hide in. Peering out from under the bed skirt his heart stopped. Nothing but spotless white and navy blue. Everything the same color scheme, except for the few shirts Duo knew Wufei owned. Closing his eyes tight in concentration he forced his nerves to steel up as thundering foot falls rapidly approached. Accompanied by shrill cries of protest, no doubt from Quatre. Bless that little fairy’s heart....save me

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"Out of my way!"

Spittle flew from rage curled lips, smattering the side of Quatre's face. Paying it no mind the flaxen youth was determined to block his path, darting in front of him no matter which way he decided to go. Significantly slowing Wufei's progress but slowly increasing his anger toward Duo. Fed up with the delay he reached out and grabbed Quatre by his shirt, throwing him to the steps behind as he ran forward. Not to be out done by Wufei's impatience the pilot of Sandrock snagged this Chinese lads ankle securely and snickered at the desired result. Stepping over a bloody nosed prick and perching upon the step above, he smiled warmly into the daggers Wufei's glare threw.

Tilting his head to the side slightly the smile never faltered, "It is what you deserve for spitting on Deathscythe, y'know," he nodded happily, curling clasped hands under his chin as he looked down at him, "I'm sure that Burger King wrapper wasn't intended for Nataku." Sputtering with rage the Chinese pilot lunged, toppling Quatre over in time to gain the back of someone’s hand under his chin. Swelling already evident in the surrounding flesh he froze, staring up at the uni-banged crusader.

"I quite agree with Quatre..."

Softly spoken the words were among the few Trowa ever said in public, completely opposite from the waterfall let loose at Quatre's bedside every night. Having stepped out from his own room Trowa bent over, one hand pocketed as usual, and nimbly swept up Wufei with the other.

"I don't suppose you would like to continue up this way, dripping fruit punch everywhere is very inconsiderate to the others around you," a warm baritone couldn't conceal the implied threat in his glass hard eyes as Wufei, visibly shaking with repressed anger and ego, twisted haughtily out of his grasp and stormed to the lower gym. Turning away from Wufei's retreating form he spotted Quatre beaming sunshine at him as he offered his hand to help the other up. Grasping it firmly Quatre stood on his own, liking the feel of the others warm and toughened grip. Eying the smaller pilot carefully he tilted his head down to reach the youths ear, "He didn't hurt you...?" A hesitant question answered by vigorous shaking of the head and an affectionate cuddle against his arm. Gazing at the flaxen crown below his chin a soft, nearly imperceptible smile lighted his lips. All thoughts of Duo lay forgotten as the two descended arm in arm towards the kitchen.

Remaining still for what seemed like hours the braided individual listened carefully. No more sounds came form the hallway, perhaps it was clear. Oh, what hell... Duo slipped quickly from beneath the frame, rushing out through the darkness and into his own room. Sighing loudly he leaned against the shut door, suddenly losing all strength in his knees and sliding to the floor. Eyes closed and heart still racing to keep up with his nerves a soft tip-tapping in the room helped greatly to calm him down. Yet... I'm not even on my laptop right now... Blinking rapidly he was on his feet in an instance and searching out the source of the sound. His eyes ended on a lone, scantily clothed Hiro Yui sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed. Double taking he examined the room, making sure it was his own, then examined the other occupant making sure it was actually Hiro on his laptop. All things confirmed, and I'm not on crack at the moment, he fixed his feet firmly on the floor and proceeded with caution.

"The hell are you doing in here?" His voice slid perfectly into what he thought of as a commanding, yet puzzled tone. Looking up momentarily Hiro caught his eye before continuing to type.

"Rats." His one syllable response left Duo hanging for a moment. Waiting to see if his oh so conversational ally would elaborate he pushed for a better answer.

"Rats?" His brow lifted minutely.

"Yes, rats, in my room. Trowa is going to do something about them sometime this week, until then I will be sharing your room with you." Duo paused, reviewing the words over in his head. Yea, he had heard them correctly, he now allowed the world to spin. Sharing a room with Hiro Yui? The gods were indeed generous in their miracles. Mischief lighted recently dulled eyes as he practically danced over to Hiro, spinning on his heel and falling back on the bed at the perfect soldier's right. Staring up at his face he smiled widely. So what if those eyes aren't focused on me...they're still here with me

It had been a game the past several weeks, poking and prodding at Hiro until he got a reaction. Bursting into his room at the crack of ass just to whip the covers off and proclaim that Sir Yui slept in the nude and needed his sheets washed. Or undermining the perfect soldiers self-sufficiency by picking up the little chores that made things more convenient for all of them. Even teasing Hiro about Relena, insinuating homosexuality with close physical contact before either running away or being punched in the face, the list went on. He had endured the glares and curses and even the occasional physical fight as a result of his tenacity, but it was all worth it to be close to him in some way. Rolling on his side Duo propped himself up on one elbow, flipping the end of his braid idly in the other hand. He can't mind that much if he keeps putting up with it...right? I mean, he decided to room with me after all...he could have just as easily taken the couch...

"You know, Hiro, if you want to stay here you need to pass a sexy test..."

The words left his lips before he had completely thought them, with eyes fixed on his braid tip he could feel the stare Hiro was giving him ergh...I'm an idiot...

“It’s really simple though, all you have to do is sit where you are…”

More unbidden words, he trailed off, heart pounding with nervous adrenaline he cast his eyes down in what he hoped was a coy manner. Really feeling the burn of those eyes now he rolled promptly to the side so that he straddled this Hiro Yui, rearing up on his knees in a way that allowed for minimal space cushion between the two. God, had he even realized Hiro was only toweled?

Of course I noticed, argh, I'm a perv!

The victimized youth stared blankly at Duo, prussian oculars meeting cobalt head on. Blushing furiously under those orbs pilot 02 closed Hiro's laptop, registering the minute elevation in muscle tenseness occurring under him, pushed it aside and pressed his own shirtless body against the expanse of bronze all in one fluid motion. Lissome arms snaked seductively around the perfect soldier, a mild shock at the allowance of this intimacy seeping into Duo's limbs as his lips moved in closer.

"Duo...?" Hiro's voice rushed out in a whisper as the one in question brushed his lips past the perfect soldiers' cheek and lighted on his ear lobe, pulling into a smirk that let a gleaming canine graze the sensitive flesh when he next spoke.

"Definitely very sexy..." murmuring the sentence in his best come hither tone, a flushed Duo Maxwell slid gracefully off and to the side of Hiro, sauntering out of the room, just barely able to keep hyperventilation at bay. With the door shut behind him he bolted down the hall and into the closest linen closet, crumbling to the floor in near hysterics.

What in hell was I thinking???? Hiro is the least likely candidate to fall for any of that homoerotic bullshit, especially with me. How many times have I already been rejected? God, I can’t even begin to count… The pushes and shoves, glaring, cursing, hitting, it all obviously shows his contempt for me!

Curling into a ball the Deathscythe pilot began to shake, his mind raced with self-loathing, tears spilling from tightly shut lids. Giving in to the turmoil of his heart, the lithe youth shakily snaked a hand beneath the waistband of his pants, fingers grazing over his smoothly shaven thigh in disgust.

I'm such a fucking faggot!

Curling slender fingers abruptly the sharp nails dug viciously into the skin of his thigh, shaking with silent sobs at his own pathetic state he dug deeper, feeling the skin layers break way to the almost malleable consistency of flesh. Raking nails through the yielding canvas, sensory receptors told his mind it hurt, his heart yelling back he deserved it. Gritting brilliantly white teeth tightly together, he put the action on repeat, digging deeper through his flesh until finally the blood flow had soaked nearly the whole of one side of his pants leg. Sludged remnants of stringy muscle came away with his fingers, compacted beneath the nail and dangling loosely like pumpkin guts. Gazing in a spellbound fashion the youth clenched and unclenched his fist, a soft chuckle escaping from between his now grinning lips. Sitting up suddenly the pilot swayed, resting a shoulder against the wall his braid coiled loosely on the floor as his head tilted back. A grin played absently on his lips, volleys of silent laughter causing his form to shudder and his throat to gasp breathlessly for air. Peering around the little linen closet it dawned on Duo that he needed to hurry up and clean his mess so he could join the others once more. Bringing the bloodied digits to his lips he began by carefully cleaning the fleshy residue from nails and tips and palm, snickering in repressed mirth to himself as he stripped his pants and used the material to mop up the small puddle of blood his leaky wound had created.

Thank the gods for hardwood floors...

Wrapping a black towel loosely about his hips Duo reached for the door knob, forcing calm into his veins. Wiping at his tear streaked face a sense of self-loathing filled him once more. He was a gundam pilot, someone other people depended on to not lose their head. I need to stop being such chicken shit... Straightening his back decisively he turned the knob, cracking the door just enough to allow the lithe Maxwell to exit the closet. Once out, the gundam pilot headed directly and hurriedly to the closest bathroom, mind racing to come up with a suitable explanation for his injury if anyone were to notice and inquire.

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The sound of the door slamming rang in his ears. Gingerly touching his chest Hiro was surprised to find it didn't actually scorch his fingertips, despite how much it still burned from contact with Duo. An event that still hadn't seemed to be completely absorbed by his mind. It wasn't the first time Duo had took to touching him so sexually, he snorted softly definitely not the first time, nor did he even dare to think it would be the last. Yet this time had somehow been different, he had seen something in those deeply violet eyes that allowed him to accept what Duo was doing...maybe even want the attention. Truly puzzled, Hiro frowned into his empty lap.

I don't even like Duo as a comrade...much less as a lover, annoying American... Shaking his head the boy leaned back, letting his thoughts drift and eyes unfocus as they became half lidded.

Gazing lazily around the room he took in every aspect of it, from the posters of various men and women down to the scent and color scheme in the sheets and curtains. Each object was uniquely Duo.

Who else would prefer dead red roses to hang from the ceiling and decorate the walls with, but only keep live white ones on the windowsill in graveyard dirt? Or frame handwritten poetry on Hello Kitty stationary with vials of blood?

Such a conundrum this Duo Maxwell. Every piece of information he had gathered about this braided hair youth swam into his head, much of it quite nonsensical to even himself, making the room slant at odd angles and blur the more he thought on it.

Cocky smile, jaunty attitude, LOUD, slinky almost feline grace...almost violet eyes and soft creamy peach skin...vacant stare...tear stained cheeks...scent of raspberries in his hair... love for every single form of art in creation...depressed...beautiful...cobalt...angel...

The whole process was dizzying, he wavered too far to the side and lost his balance, tipping over onto the floor. Prussian slits struggled to stay open when he suddenly remembered to breathe, coughing quietly into his palm the air rushed to his lungs, refreshing his senses.

People shouldn't do things like that to me...I must be tired...

Staring at it from the ground the bed did look awfully inviting, and it did smell nice...like Duo... Not wanting to leave the comfortable position he had fallen onto the floor in his body moved sluggishly to the bed, making to slide under the covers before he caught sight of the laptop. Hesitantly reaching for it he frowned over his next decision while calloused fingers worked over the latch. Duo had closed the thing just moments ago, erasing all the work he had managed to get done including schematics for upgrades on Wing Zero.

...but I let him do it...

A few moments of grumbling later he reluctantly slid his laptop under the bed and wriggled beneath several layers of blanket, it wasn't really important anyways...just busy work to compensate for the lack of missions...

Rolling to lay on his stomach the Wing Zero pilot shoved his outstretched and crossed arms under the thick pillow, settling into the contained mound of downy feathers comfortably. Relaxing his muscles Hiro began to breathe in a slow pattern, one designed to give him maximum recovery in the least amount of time. Heart rate slowing the youth knew he would normally be asleep by now, but lingering thoughts raced through his mind, and to his dismay they all revolved around one braided individual.

...I can't believe I'm sleeping in his bed...what an annoyance...feels like I'm in some kind of predatory lair...why is he always hounding me anyways? Like some sick little puppy that can't find it's real owner...he's always around the corner...or in the kitchen...and he's so touchy-feely...he's always touching me...that weirdo even goes into my room and cleans up after me, but he's still messy...always leaving little notes around...and I can take my own damn trash out and do my own goddam laundry...

Several moments passed, the tension finally draining from Hiro Yui's face, their softened features shining angelically in the moonlight that seeped through the cracked curtains and window. A soft breeze stirred the russet bangs, nearly tickling his nose as gradually, though his breaths remained steady and deep, a small crease formed on his brow. Rolling onto his back the angelic facial features morphed to reveal a deepening scowl.

-tbc-

Kae-chan: Aa, originally this was about 300-500 words less than it is now, and actually I still need to add some more. I got busy with work and such and now it's way too late to continue typng cuz I gotta get up EARLY for more work *gags* Sooo, I am gonna post this and then edit it tomorrow and add the rest of the chappie *smiles* yay inspiration. Please comment O.o it does an authors heart good to see 'em. Even if it's just "LoL" or "that was pretty okay", I like to read them