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Reputations	By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Reputations
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-Epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Reputations

REPUTATIONS

PART SIX

*
*   *

It was noon when Duo
cracked one eye open, his foggy mind vaguely registering that he was warm and
cozy, his arms wrapped around someone. He smiled sleepily and cuddled closer
with the warm body, drawing it closer to him. He nuzzled his head in the soft
and sweet dark hair, moaning in delight, his eyes sliding shut again.

�Mummm... Heero...�

�Hmmm...�

Duo�s eyes snapped back
open when the warmth beneath him sighed in response, inching closer to him. Duo
then realized that it was no dream, and was not a pillow he was holding, but
Heero. He moved back a little, looking down at the sleeping figure that lay by
his side, their limbs entangled.

Heero looked like angel.
The light coming from the window behind him gave him an angelical aura,
creating a surreal image in front of Duo�s eyes. He studied Heero�s cherry-red
lips, slightly parted, curled up in a tiny, adorable, smile. His messy bangs
fell over his closed eyelids, his light breath teasing them, pushing them up
and down in a steady rhythmspanspan>

Duo felt all warm and
gooey inside as he continued watching the sleeping Heero. He grinned secretly
toselfself, and slowly leaned down, his lips brushing against Heero�s.

�You�re so beautiful,
Hee-chan...� He whispered hoarsely, nuzzling Heero�s nose with his own. He then
kissed him lightly on the cheek, and carefully sat up, detaching himself from
the sleeping boy.

He sent him one last
glance, before quietly leaving room, smiling.

He walked down to the
kitchen, and warmed himself some coffee. He then sat down by the kitchen table,
waiting for Heero to wake up. He eyed his mug with bored eyes, thinking. It
might be a while before Heero will wake up, and that means he�s gonna have a
lot of time on his hands. Time to think. He didn�t like that.

So much had happened in
the last 24 hours. And this morning... what had happened this morning? He
couldn�t help himself just then. Heero was so tempting, everything he did or
say were sexy in his eyes. He didn�t see what the other kids at school saw: a
dirty and scrawny little pushover. No. He saw Heero. This beautiful, blue-eyed
boy who had the face of an angel and the gentle touch of a small child,
exploring the world. Heero had never smelled dirty to him, even if he was. No.
To Duo he was always that wonderful mix of ivory and vanilla, which he sme smelled in the past.

And this morning, when
they were both half asleep, Duo couldn�t restrain himself any more, and he had
to touch Heero. Feel him, explore him, touch him and kiss him everywhere.

And what was most
disturbing, no, more like surprising was that Heero had let him. Did he want
this? Does Heero have feelings to him too? He must, otherwise he wouldn�t have
let him kiss him and touch him. But maybe he was just being submissive. Was he
used to the fact that people did with him whatever they wanted? Is that why he
let Duo touch him? Because he couldn�t resist? Didn�t know how to resist?

What if Heero was only
doing this as an act of thanks for Duo�s help? What if he really hated him
inside? What if he was angry with him for what he had done?!

Oh God! What if he had
done something bad to Heero?!

*
*   *

Heero woke up, feeling
cold and alone. His hand unconsciously searched the bed next to him, but found
nothing but cold sheets. He sighed to himself, turning to lie on his other
side, tears threatening to come under his closed eyelids.

It was a dream after
all. Duo rescuing him was only an hallucination, probably caused by his hunger.
He didn�t sleep protected in Duo�s arms. Not at all. It was all a dream, and he
was all alone.

He remained lying there
for a while longer, sinking in self-pity and gloom. The part when Duo kissed
his neck, was that a dream too? It must have been, right? It wasn�t the fist
time he had dreamt such a thing. Duo will NEVER want to really touch
him. He was too ugly, too smelly; his bruised body nothing but skin and bones.
No one could EVER want him. He could barely bring himself to look at his own body,
he hated it so much. So why should anyone else like it? Especially some one as
good looking and popular as Duo.

He kept lying there for
a long while, lost in his depressing thoughts. Only after a few minutes or so,
his mind became clear enough to register the soft music that came from
somewhere in the house. He opened his eyes, and turned around, puzzled.

The first thing that
came to his mind was: that it was not his room. Then his mind supplied him with
the information that it was Duo�s room. But how could he know that, if he
hasn�t been to Duo�s room, except in his dream? Or wasn�t it a dream?

Heero smiled and got up,
throwing the blanket aside.

It was no dream!

*
*   *

He walked down to the
kitchen, following the sound of the radio, playing a silent and pleasant tune.
He found Duo standing in front of the stove, stirring something in a large pot.
The delicious smell assaulted his senses, and Heero felt his stomach clench
painfully, contracting with hunger. It must have rumbled too, or something, for
Duo suddenly turned to him, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

�Morning Hee-chan!� He
called happily, gesturing at the table. �Hope yer hungry, man, cuz I got bored
and decided that I knew how to cook.� He turned back to his work.

Heero chuckled silently,
walking over to sit by the table. �What are you making?�

�Soup. Don�t ask what
kind. I just threw whatever into some water, that all.�

Again Heero chuckled,
shaking his head in amusement. �You should have woken me up, I could have
cooked.�

�Nonsense! You�re my
guest, and you were tired, and that is finale!�

Heero couldn�t help but
to smile at that too. This was definitely different than the morning routine in
his house. He thought that he could get used to it. That thought was
immediately followed by the knowledge that he will never be able to get
used to it, and that this freedom, this wonderful freedom, was only temporary.

�There ya go!� Duo
announced, settling a large bowl of vegetable soup in front of Heero. �Hope
it�s eatable.�

They ate quietly for a
while, and all Duo could do was stare at Heero as he ate. He followed every
single movement with his eyes, his breath take away as he watched Heero bring
the spoon up to his mouth. How he would love to kiss those delicate lips...

He shook his head and
forced himself to look away. There was no point in thinking like that. He will
only end up hurting Heero.

As they continues to
eat, Duo�s eyes wandered back down, and he couldn�t help but follow the
movement of his hands as he ate the soup. After awhile of watching him like a
lovesick teenage girl, his mind registered that Heero�s delicate and white
hands were cut in various place. He gasped as he remembered Heero had cleaned
sharp glass with his bare hands and that memory made him jump out of his chair,
eyes narrowing in anger.

Heero looked up,
confused. �Duo?�

�I�m such a jerk!� The
other boy called, slapping himself in the head. �Jesus!� He continued muttering
as he rushed out of the kitchen.

Heero watched him leave,
baffled. �Duo?� He called after him, but the boy didn�t reply. He didn�t want
to be next to him anymore? Is that it? That�s why he ran?

Heero sniffled and
looked back down at his soup. Of course Duo ran... calling himself a jerk... he
had probably realized whom he was sitting with. Heero hurried to wipe the tears
away. His trembling hand released the spoon and it dropped down with a clatter.

He gazed numbly at the
half empty bowl of soup, his vision blurry from tears. �You�re not a jerk, Duo,
I am. I�m a jerk... for thinking you can ever want me...�

A few tears slid down
his pale cheeks, and dropped into the soup.

*
*   *

Duo rummaged through the
medicine cabinet in the bathroom, trying to figure out Joanna�s organizing
system. She put things in the LAST place he thought he�d find them.

�Damn jerk... I�m such
an ass, I swear!� He muttered to himself as he continued searching. �How could
I forget he was injured? Shit! And here I ma pretending to care about
his welfare! I�m such an ass...�

He eventually found some
bandages, band-aid, disinfectant and soft cotton. He hurried to grab them and
hurried back downstairs, cursing himself all the while. How can he forget such
a thing? All he could think of was how happy he was that Heero was with
him. How happy he was to be able to touch the Japanese boy. How happy he
was to be the one to help him. To take care of him.

But it was selfish. He
might be helping him, but it�s only because he�s thinking about himself!

�Damn you Maxwell...�

*
*   *

�Here we go!� Duo called
in forced cheerfulness as he re-entered the kitchen. His eyes widened as he saw
Heero standing by the table, looking as if he was about to... leave?

�Heero? What�s wrong?�
Heed, ed, walking into the room.

Heero looked around
uncertainly, rubbing his upper arm absent-mindedly. �Tha�thank you for the
soup, Duo...� He whispered, refusing to pick his gaze up from the floor.

�You�re welcome.� Duo
replied, eyes narrowing. Something was wrong.

Heero nodded slightly,
closing his eyes. �I--- I... I am grateful.� He continued quietly, bowing his
head. �But I think that I have outgrown my hospitality...�

�What?� Duo called,
shocked.

Heero sighed sadly,
forcing himself to look up at the braided boy, still standing in the kitchen
door. He blinked away a few tears and forced himself to remain calm. �I
understand if you don�t want me here anymore...�

Duo�s mouth dropped open
and he gaped at him.

�Thank you for being
nice to me...�

What was he saying? Why
did he want to leave?

�I�ll see you around, I
guess...�

When Heero took the first
step towards the door, Duo hurried to reach out and grab his wrist. �No!� He
called desperately. �Don�t leave! Heero! Please!�

Heero tensed at the
strong grip, and whirled around to face Duo, eyes wide. �Y�you don�t want me
to... to leave?�

�No!� Duo quickly
assured him. �I... I don�t know what I did wrong, but please! Please don�t
leave!�

Heero�s eyes narrowed as
he studied Duo�s sincere face for a long time.

Duo sighed, letting go
of Heero�s hand and bowing his head. �Please stay...�

Heero looked down at
Duo�s hands and his eyes widened as he saw what he was holding. Medical
supplies. He jerked his head back up, shocked. �This is for--- for me?�

Duo looked down at what
he was holding, and then back up at Heero. He smiled faintly. �Yeah. I�m sorry
I didn�t notice the cuts before.�

A small smile made its
way up to Heero�s lips.

Duo smiled back, now
feeling a whole lot better. �C�mon, lets see if I can practice my medical
skills on you...� He said jokingly, pulling Heero gently back to the table.

They both sat down,
across of each other, and Duo poured some disinfectant on a soft cotton ball.

�I hope it won�t sting
too bad...� He mumbled as he reached to take Heero�s hand in his. Gently,
carefully, he cleaned the cuts, biting his lower lip in concentration. They sat
in silence while Duo carefully took care of each and every bloody cut, and then
gently bandaged Heero�s slim hand. He held the fragile looking palm as gently
as he could, feeling how soft the skin was, how warm it was to the touch.
Heero�s fingers were so delicate looking; he couldn�t help but trace his own
fingers over them, wanting to know how they felt like.

Heero smiled secretly to
himself, watching as Duo traced the pad of his finger over his hand. Duo�s
movements were so gentle, so caring. Slow and careful as to not hurt him. He
couldn�t remember being touched with anything but violence for the last eight
years. And now... Duo's touch was so... loving. He couldn�t help but smile. It
made him feel good.

�Here, all done.� Duo
announced, putting the supplies away. �It didn�t hurt, did it?� He asked
fearfully, looking worriedly up at Heero.

Heero shook his head,
assuring his with a smile.

Duo smiled back. Heero
was so beautiful when he smiled...

They sat there in
silence for while, Heero examining his now bandaged hands, and Duo trying not
to fidget in his seat while he fought to keep from staring at Heero.

�Hey!� He suddenly
called, jumping up.

Heero looked at him,
startled from his sudden outburst. Duo was so spontaneous- silent one minute, a
ball of burning energy the second. He was so unpredictable. And he got so
excited about such small things... Heero found that he liked it. Liked it a
LOT. Duo was so full of life; he was enjoying every minute of watching him.
Usually people didn�t act so freely next to him.an>

�I�ll go get ya some
towels!� Duo announced and began running out the kitchen.

�Towels?� What the..?
�Duo?� Heero called and got up, hurrying after the boy.

�Oh, don�t be
embarrassed, Hee-chan! I ALWAYS shower in the morning, but you�re a guest, so
you go first.� He explained, walking over to a closet that was set under the
staircase.

Heero blushed, but tried
not to feel embarrassed at the thought Duo thought he needed a shower. After
all, he was only trying to be nice. And a hot shower sounded like heaven right
now...

*
*   *

Halfway through Heero�s
shower, Duo realized he hadn�t brought him clothes to change into, which means
he had to bring it to him now. While he was still in the shower. He wondered if
he had somehow planed this subconsciously, but then dismissed that dishonorable
thought, shaking his head sharply. He was merely thinking about Heero�s
welfare, nothing else!

Or did he?

He knocked carefully on
the door, hearing the water still running from behind it. After waiting a few
moments, he got no answer. Sighing to himself, Duo chewed on his lower lip,
staring at the door. He slowly raised his hand and knocked softly on the door.

Again there was no
answer. Oh well, he did knock, and the water were running so hard
that Heero didn�t hear him... and he just had to bring him the
clothes so...

Taking a deep breath,
Duo dared to test the door. It was unlocked. Grinning to himself, he slowly and
carefully opened it.

He peeked in cautiously,
letting only his head in. He was about to open his mouth and tell Heero about
his intentions, but before the words had left his lips, his breath was stolen
away by the sight of Heero.

The bathroom was filled
with thick clouds of hot steam, making the air moist and warm. The bathtub itself,
hidden behind a glass door, also covered in steam, was the only thing that
separated Duo from the object of his affection. With wide and gaping eyes, he
studied Heero�s form, behind the steam-covered glass. He was no more than a
smu and and blurry figure behind the screen of steam, but it was more than
enough to enchant the braided boy, who stood gawking at the sight.

His eyes followed each
and every movement of Heero�s hands as he reached down to a shampoo bottle and
rubbed it into his thick and messy hair, massaging his scalp with slow and
sensual motions. He had to force himself to breathe as he continued watching
the stunning boy wash the soap out of his hair, leaning his head back. It was
soooooo sexy!

�Shit!� He cursed
silently as he felt himself go hard. This was definitely not good!

�Duo?!� Heero�s startled
voice called quietly, and Duo could see Heero look around from behind the
glass.

�Uh... ye�yeah.� He
swallowed, face completely flushed. He closed his fists around the clothes he
brought, and was therefore reminded why he was there in the first place. �Um...
I... I brought you clothes!� He blurted out, now totally embarrassed for he was
caught standing there, gawking at Heero with a poor excuse to cover for it.

�Oh.� Heero let out
quietly.

The sound of the running
water was all that was heard as both boys kept standing there in an awkward
silence.

�Um... Duo?�

Duo flinched and looked
up. �Yea�yeah?�

�Thanks for the
clothes.� Heero let out, and Duo could see the blurry image of his head tilt sideways
in amusement. �You can put them there, please.� He pointed at a cabinet by the
sink.

�Oh! Yeah! Sure!� Duo
forced a cheerful tone and did as told. He then turned to the door, his body
stiff with embarrassment. He took a deep breath and opened the door, ready to
get out.

�Duo?�

Heero�s quiet voice
startled him and he flinched again. �Yeah?� He turned, carefully eyeing the
bathtub.

He saw Heero reach a
hand towards the glass door and his face grew hot and red as he saw him wipe a little
steam off the glass, just enough so he could peek out. He swallowed hard as
Heero�s face now became completely visible.

�Were you looking?� The
boy asked, his gaze piercing.

�Um...� Again Duo
swallowed, hard, and felt himself nod ever so slightly.

Heero�s gaze didn�t
waver and he nodded a little in acknowledgment. He prepared to turn away.

�I�m sorry Heero!� Duo
hurried to call. �I�m sorry!�

Heero�s lips curled up
in a secret smile and he turned away. Duo watched him, confused, as he
continued to wash himself. The small spot he had wiped filled with steam once
again, and Duo just kept standing there, completely confused. He could have
sworn he saw Heero smile...

*
*   *

�Are you angry with me?�
Duo asked quietly as both boys sat down in the kitchen, by the kitchen table.
He was sitting opposite to Heero, peeling a peach, which he intended to give
Heero once he was done.

Heero shook his head in
response, his eyes refusing to leave Duo�s fingers as he worked to peel the
delicious looking fruit.

�Why did you let me kiss
you?� Duo asked then, and Heero tilted his head, a little confused.

�Didn�t you want to?�

�Yeah, but...� Duo
began, now feeling nothing but self-loathing. Heero was just acting submissive!
He didn�t want it at all!

His fingers clenched around
the knife he was holding and he growled at himself.

�Duo?� Heero called,
baffled. �What�s wrong?�

�I�m sorry!� Duo burst,
jumping up from his seat. �I�m sorry I forced myself on you, Heero! I�m really
REALLY sorry! God! I�m so sorry...� There were tears in his eyes now, and he
was fighting down the sobs.

�Duo...� Heero whispered
in sympathy, looking up at the upset boy. �You didn�t force yourself on me.�

�I didn�t?� Duo blinked,
confused.

Heero smiled slightly.
�No, baka. I was actually kinda glad that you... that you wanted to, um, touch
me.�

Duo gaped at him, slowly
sitting back down. �You mean you don�t mind? You don�t mind if I touch you?
Even if I�m... if I�m a... a boy?�

Heero raised an eyebrow
in confusion. �You mean you don�t know?�

�Know what?�

�You haven�t heard the
rumors?�

�What rumors?�

Heero bowed his head
slightly, blushing. �That I�m gay.�

�WHAT?!� Duo burst,
jumping out of his seat again. He remembered all the times when Jack and the
guys called Heero a faggot, but he thought that they were just being mean. Was
this the reason he was so unpopular? But how... how could they... �How could
everybody know?�

Heero�s blushed a few
shades of red. He bowed his head again. �Well, um, I sorta kissed Jonathan
Hendrix in the eighth grade...�

�YOU KISSED JONATHAN
HENDRIX?!?!?!� Duo was completely stunned. �Football player, team captain John
Hendrix!?�

Heero nodded.

�Jesus!" Duo
called, throwing himself back into his seat, slapping his own forehead.
"Fucking hell..."

�Are you angry?"
Heero asked testily.

�Angry?! Uh uh. I don't
think that angry would be the right word to describe it..."

�What then?" Heero
asked, still afraid of the answer.

Duo frowned. What then?
He had NO idea. It didn�t change anything. Not at all, actually. So why was he
so surprised?

His reputation. That�s
what mattered. It�s one thing to be helping an unpopular boy like Heero, one
who indeed seemed to need help. It wasn�t that bad. The girls loved him for it,
thinking he was so noble for looking after someone like Heero. But he didn�t
care what the girls thought! It didn�t matter at all. He didn�t want to impress
them. He didn�t want them! He wanted Heero!

But if They knew
exactly why he wanted to help Heero, if They knew that the tow of
them were a couple... his life would be over! A member of The Gang hanging with
the school�s faggot? Kissing him? Touching him? Wanting him!?

Unacceptable! Jack will
want his neck for it, that�s for sure.

�Duo?� Heero�s uncertain
voice brought him back to here and now. He turned to look at Heero, and was
shocked to see the pain return to those haunting blue eyes.

At the sight of Duo�s
face, Heero knew the answer to his question. He could see the battle that raged
within the other boy. He sighed and looked away.

�It�s okay, Duo. I
understand...�

Duo bowed his head as
well and sighed deeply. �Heero,� He began softly, looking up at him, but Heero
turned his head away, his eyes sliding shut.

�I understand if you
don�t want to be with me like that.� Heero whispered, fighting back the tears.
He slowly turned his head to look at Duo.

�But we can still be
friends.� Duo offered, his chest contracting painfully at Heero�s heartbroken
expression.

�I don�t think I can
live with a part-time friend, Duo. I just can�t.� He took a deep breath, and
looked up into Duo�s eyes, gaze fierce. �You have to make a choice, Duo.�

Duo�s eyes widened.

�You have to decide
what�s more important.�

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