• 1-Born Again
• 2-Twilight Time
• 3-Chapter 2- Dawning realizations.
• 4-Chapter 3- Between darkness and light.
• 5-Chapter 4- Eclipse of the heart.
• 6-Chapter 5- Lights out.
• 7-Chapter 6- Light of my life.
• 8-Chapter 7- Dark desires.
• 9-Interlude- From dusk to dawn.
• 10-Chapter 8- Burning out.
• 11-Chapter 9- Eternal Flame. (pt 1)
• 12-Chapter 9- Eternal Flame. (pt 2)

WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER:
2x1, 2x2, 2x?, 1x1, ?x1 and NCS! *looks at all the warnings* Anou... heh...
^^;;

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Umm... I tried
to do something a little different in this chapter... I hope it won’t confuse
you too much... Every time you see something that is colored, bold and
italic, it’s Duo’s thoughts (well, except the title...). Happy reading!

BORN
AGAIN

CHAPTER
SEVEN-

DARK DESIRES

*   *   *

Why..?

He swirled his tongue over an
erect nipple, earning a small moan from the hot and lithe body that lay beneath
him.

Why
can’t I touch you..?

Rosebud lips slowly paras
as
his fingers trailed over taut muscles, making the boy pant at every ghostly
touch.

Why? Why
when you are eauteautiful? When everything you do is so beautiful...

Long and elegant fingers
clutched a handful of black satin sheets, as his lips trailed down the velvet
flesh, kissing the heated skin. Cobalt blue eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his
tongue trailed lower... and lower... leaving a wet trail of kisses over the
silken skin.

Why does
everything that you do make me want to smile and cry at the same time?

Chocolate-brown bangs flew up
as the ethereal boy thrust his head back against the pillow.

Why
those eyes... those lips... those hands... those hips... those EVERYTHING?!?!?!

Cheeks flushed, his lips
slightly parted, the boy cried out in pure pleasure, his voice echoing in the
thick darkness of the night.

Why can’t
I touch you?

His trembling fingers trailed
down the boy’s quivering body, caressing and exploring every inch of hidden
flesh.

Feel
you...

His lips bestowed thousands
of kisses over the velvety skin, making their way down to the boy’s straining
passion.

Taste
you...

His mouth closed around the
heated arousal, taking all of it into his mouth. A loud cry tore out of the
boy’s blood-red lips. His fists closed around the black sheets, his chest
heaving up and down as he panted silently.

Every
drop... I want every drop... all of you...

I want all
of you...

Panting and moaning, the boy
on the bed rd hid his hips to meet the hot mouth engulfing him, his cries of
pleasure filling the hot air around them.

I want
to hear you cry my name...

His hands danced across the
boy’s body, teasing every inch of him, feeling him as his body shook with
pleasure.

“AHH!”

Just
once... just once...

He sucked harder, closing his
eyes and inhaling the musky scent into his lungs, wanting to get as much as he
could. To drown in a sea of pleasure... To be lost in the feeling of the angelic
boy.

Please...
just once...

“Ahh... Duo...”

Just
once...

“Duo!”

I want
to feel you...

To be
inside you...

To be
everything and everywhere, with you...

“D-D-DUO!!!”

Just this
once, Heero..

“AHHHH!!!!”

C’mon...
Just this once...

“DUOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Violet eyes snapped open.

And just like that, heat
turned into cold and darkness to light and a bed full of passion was empty once
again.

He looked around, still
panting, his cheeks flushed and messy chestnut hair all over his face.

Duo’s shoulder’s slumped and
he sighed, bowing his head. Welcome back to
the world of the living...

“Duo-chan, are you okay?”

Duo sighed, lifting a
trembling hand to push his long bangs aside. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He muttered,
looking up. Heero was standing in his bedroom’s doorway, looking at him with
his shining blue eyes. He was holding his bear in his hand, his sloppy pajamas
hanging loosely over his slim lderlders. The light from the corridor poured
into the room, and was the only thing to illuminate Duo’s bed. As he felt
Heero’s gaze on him, Duo blushed and hurried to pull the blanket up, hiding his
throbbing erection.

Heero frowned, his eyes
narrowing in suspicion. “You were making funny noises again.” The boy stated
warily, cocking his head aside in puzzlement. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Duo couldn’t help but
chuckle. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair once again. “No,
Hee-chan. I didn’t have a bad dream.” He let out in amusement. “I’m okay. You
can go back to sleep.”

Heero made a face, still a
little suspicious. “Are you sure? Maybe you should sleep with the light on.”

Duo chuckled again. “I’ll be
fine, don’t worry. I’m sorry I woke you up, but I’m fine.”

Duo followed him with
confused purple eyes. He stirred a little, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as
the boy made his way towards the bed. He tightened his hold on the blanket,
pulling it closer to him, his cheeks blushing.

“Heero?” He asked in
puzzlement as the boy took a stand beside his bed.

Heero just smiled, cobalt
eyes shimmering in the dark. He handed Duo his bear.

“Wha-wha... Heero...” Duo let
out in shock, completely lost for words. He slowly looked up at the boy, his
gaze stunned. “What’s that for?”

Heero smiled, nudging Yoshi
closer to the other boy. “To keep you safe.” He answered kindly, still smiling.
“From the nightmares.” He placed the bear gently on the bed, and smiled
sweetly. “Oyasumi.”

Duo tried to smile, but his
face was all numb. “G-goodnight, Hee...chan...”

Heero sent him another sweet
little smile and then quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Duo looked down at the bear,
a light frown appearing on his weary features. He reached down and carefully
ran his fingers through the soft fur, feeling a shiver run through his body at
the touch. Sighing, he placed the bear on the night table by his bed, and threw
himself back at the pillow. For a long time he just looked at the ceiling
numbly, feeling his erection throb, demanding attention.

Sighing, Duo dared a peek at
his closed door, his ears strained to pick up any sound. The apartment was
quiet once again. Heero was probably back to sleep. He sent another puzzled
look at the bear, and smiled weakly at the toy’s shining brown eyes.

He turned his gaze away and
closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he reached down a trembling hand, and
slid it under the covers. He gasped as he closed his fist around his own
arousal, and thrust his head back into the pillow. His eyes were closed tightly
as he began to stroke himself slowly, his lips slightly parted as he struggled
to control his breathing and keep silent.

He tried to replay the vivid
images of his dream, as his hand worked faster and faster to bring him over the
edge. But the presence of the bear was a bother. He knew it was there even
though he wasn’t looking at it or thinking about it. It was watching him with
those large and all-knowing eyes.

Duo growled and stroke
himself harder, his fist tightening around his cock until it hurt. He began
trashing on the bed, feeling this enormous and over powering feeling build up
inside his body.

But the bear was still there.

And all he could think of,
was a pair of large baby-blue eyes, shining with love and innocence. All he
kept hearing in his head was Heero’s joyful laughter. There were no moans, no
lustful blue eyes... No fire that burned the tip of his fingers as he reached
down to touch the boy. There was only that sweet and pure innocence that looked
back at him with child-like admiration.

Duo cursed and jerked his
hand out of his boxers, slumping back into the mattress.

He couldn’t do it. He
couldn’t bring himself to come.

He lay in the dark, panting,
his numb amethyst eyes looking up at the ceiling. After all this time he still
lusted for Heero. The feeling was like a sin, a blasphemy, but it was there if
he wanted it or not. It was often that he dreamed of Heero in such erotic
manner. During the first few months the dreams were very frequent and they
nearly drove him crazy. He knew that he could not have Heero in that way. He
knew that the boy was not ready for it. He was well aware of what kind of role
he now had in Heero’s life, and a lover was just not in the job description.
But he couldn’t help it! Dreaming was all he had left!

However, as time flew by and
the weeks became months and those months turned into more than a year, the
dreams lessened. His feelings towards Heero began to take a different nature. When
once he was at least able to masturbate after such erotic dreams, now he was
unable to do it. It didn’t feel right. It just didn’t. He knew that it was
wrong and he knew that he could never have what he dreamed of.>

He just couldn’t.

Sighing, Duo turned to lie on
his side, drawing his pillow closer so he could hug it. His gaze rested on the
small bear lying slumped on his nightstand, looking at him with a silly little
smile. He sighed and reached up to take it. He placed it carefully on his
pillow, so they were lying eye to eye. He continued looking sadly at the bear;
his violet eyes shining with unshed tears.

He sniffled and closed his
eyes slowly, curling deeply within himself.  

Just once,
Heero... Be with me...  Just once...

*   *   *

“What’s this one?” Duo asked
softly, holding up a small card in front of Heero.

The Japanese boy looked at
the card for a few moments, biting his lower lip in thought. “Uh. . . A?”

Duo smiled. “Very good. Can
you give me a word that starts with an A?”

Heero frowned, looking up at
the ceiling in thought. “Anou... uh... apple?”

Duo nodded his head and
smiled. “That’s right.” He encouraged as he put the card he was holding on the
table and picked up another one. “Can you think of another word?”

“Uh. . . Anti-freeze.”>

Duo chuckled, shaking his
head in amusement. “Okay... that’s, uh... original.”

Heero’s frown deepened. “It’s
not correct?”

Duo chuckled, his violet eyes
dancing. “It was correct, but I expected something a little more, erm, simple.”

“Oh.”

Duo chuckled again and held
up another card. “But if it was simple, then it wouldn’t be you, ne?”

Heero smiled sheepishly and
turned to look at the second card. It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon and they
were both sitting by the diner table in their small kitchen. It was Heero’s
second reading lesson, and the two were just reviewing what they covered in the
first lesson. Duo had made a bunch of cards with letters on them, and Heero had
to memorize the letters. He w lit little forgetful at first, but he caught on
pretty quick. They’ve managed to learn about ten letters last time. Duo said
that once Heero would learn to recognize all the letters, he will teach him the
words that came along with them.

Heero was a little nervous at
first. He was sure that he will not understand something as complicated as
reading. He was afraid to let Duo down. But so far it went well, and Duo was
very supportive. Heero was beginning to feel a little more comfortable about
the whole reading thing.

“How about this one?” Duo
asked, nudging the card towards Heero.

The Japanese boy pulled
himself out of his musings and turned to look at Duo. “B?”

Duo sighed and shook his
head. “Heero, look at the card first, okay?”

Heero made a face, but did as
told. He smiled sheepishly as he saw that Duo had mixed up the letters, so he
will not depend on his excellent memory, and rather actually recognize the
letter. He looked up at Duo with eyes that shone in apology.

“E.”

Duo smiled and nodded his head.
“Good.” He turned to bring out another card. “Now I know that this one’s a
little tougher than A, but can you think of a word?”

Heero took a moment to think,
scratching his head thoughtfully. “Anou, uh... itai.”

The braided boy chuckled and
shook his head. “No... not quite. And it’s not an English word, now is it?”

Heero blushed and ducked his
head down sheepishly.

“Try again.”

“I don’t know...”

“Just try.”

Heero sighed and looked
around the kitchen, searching for a word tzounsounded right. He turned back to
Duo. “Electric, uh...”

“Okay, okay. Forget about E.
We’ll move on with the lesson.” Duo said, seeing that the boy was having a
little difficulty. Well, E was a hard letter to find words for... He could
barely think of any himself.

He smiled and arranged his
cards neatly. “Lets just review the letters one by one, okay?”

Heero nodded and Duo handed
up a card.

“A.”

Duo held up another card.

“B.”

And another.

“C.”

Seven more cards later Duo
smiled and handed up the last one. “You did great, Hee-chan. Just one more.” He
showed the card to Heero, waiting for the boy’s answer.

But unlike with the other
cards, Heero didn’t respond so quickly.

Duo frowned and turned to
look down at the card. “Heero? What’s wrong? We covered this one yesterday,
remember?” He looked up at the boy, smiling in encouragement. “You can do it,
c’mon. What’s this one?”

Heero swallowed, looking down
at the card with shimmering eyes. “I... I know that one...” He mumbled, his
hands beginning to suddenly tremble.

Duo rolled his eyes. “I know
you do, Heero. I taught you just yesterday. Now just tell me what letter is
it.”

“I know what it is, Duo-chan.
Lets just learn a new one...ero ero whispered, his voice choked up all of a
sudden.

Duo took a deep breath,
trying to remain calm, for he was getting really angry at Heero’s weird
behavior. “Heero, name the letter.”

The Japanese boy looked away.

“Heero, the letter.”

“. . . .”

Duo sighed and threw himself
back in his chair. Glaring at Heero, he began to shuffle the cards in fast and
angry motions. He held one up.

Peeking up from behind messy
bangs, Heero looked at the card and sighed. “A.”

Duo threw the card aside and
snatched out another one.

. . . .B.”

Duo threw it away and yanked
another one out of the pack, still glaring at Heero.

The boy sighed and looked
away from Duo’s angry gaze. “C.”

Another card was held up.

“D.”

And another.

“E.”

And another.

“F.”

Duo shuffled the cards
angrily and yanked out another card.

Heero sighed again, not
bothering to look at the card. “G.”

Duo slammed two more cards on
the table.

Heero flinched at his
forceful movements, and swallowed. He looked down at the cards. “H, I.”

BAM!

Duo slammed the last card on
the table, his violet eyes fierce and bitter. He shoved it towards Heero,
glaring at him the whole time.

Heero sighed and shifted in
his seat, looking away from the card.

“Say it.”

“. . . .”

“I know you know it, Heero.
Say it.”

Tears began to fill Heero’s
eyes and he sniffled, refusing to look up at Duo.

“Heero, enough games. Just
name the damn letter.”

“. . . . .”

Duo growled. “Fine! Be that
way!” He called and threw his chair back, getting up to his feet. “I though we
were past the ‘stubborn-baby stage’ already! But if that’s how you want it,
fine. I don’t care.”

Heero winced as Duo stormed
out of the kitchen. His tearful eyes slowly shifted back to the card lying on
the table. He studied it for the longest of timookiooking at what was written
in black against white: ‘J’.

Heero gasped and hurried to
look away. He got up and ran out of the kitchen.

“Duo-chan! I’m sorry!” He
called as he ran into the living room. He found Duo lying slumped on the couch,
a hand over his face. The radio was on and the stereo’s remote control was in
Duo’s limp hand.

“Duo-chan...” Heero pleaded
him softly, walking over to the sofa. “Duo-chan, I’m sorry... please don’t be
mad at me.”

“I’m mad,mad, Heero.”

“Yes you are. I didn’t mean
to--”

“Heero, please, don’t be
offended, but I just want to be alone for a while.” Duo mumbled from underneath
the arm that covered his face.

Heero sighed and bowed his
head down sadly.

“Why won’t you go downstairs
and check for mail, okay?” Duo offered, sounding very tired all of a sudden.

“H-hai...” Heero mumbled
sadly, walking heavily towards the door. He sent Duo a long and wretched look,
but the boy could obviously not see him. Sighing, Heero left the apartment,
slowly closing the door behind him.

Inside, Duo cursed and kicked
one of the cushions off the couch. “Damn it...”

*   *   *

“A, B, C, D, E, F, G...” Heero
whispered quietly to himself as he walked out of the elevator and towards the
main entrance of their apartment building. The mailboxes were just outside the
door, attached to the side of the building. In his hand, Heero was holding a
small key, in order to open the small mailbox. He walked out of the building,
still muttering to himself.

“H... I...” His hand closed
tightly around the small key. “I... and then... then... ja--” He stopped,
unable to complete the word. He took a deep breath, his teeth clenched. “. .
.jaa. . .” A shiver ran through his entire body and Heero had to stop for a
minute. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, feeling his heart
pound strongly against his chest. “Ja. 
.  .” He whispered between
clenched teeth, his fists also clenched.

He could feel the thick
Darkness sip deeper and deeper into his mind. Gory slime slowly sliding down
the boundaries of his skull, leaking along endless walls... threatening to fill
him completely. Wanting to drown him in their horror.

Those Hands... they were
waiting somewhere in the dark, slowly making their way towards him. And as the
slime threatened to smother him, Heero knew that He wanted to be back. To be
back Inside him... To take him back into the Darkness until it swallowed him whole.
He wanted to be Inside him... Inside him... the Darkness wanted to be Inside
him... to fill him... So deep... so deep until it hurt...

Heero gasped and snapped his
eyes open.

Startled by that ominous
feeling that was suddenly awakened in him, he took a moment to adjust his
breathing. He then shook his head forcefully; eyes squeezed shut, and forced
his legs to move. His palm clenched around the key, Heero continued walking
towards the mailboxes.

“...A... B... C... D...”

He stopped when he reached
the right mailbox and turned to open it, still whispering. “E, F, G, H, I,
ja---” He shuddered, his hand trembling as he reached inside the mailbox. His
heart was beating fast again. “...ja-jaa---”

“Ah, Heero-kun! Ohayou!” A
cheerful voice called from behind him and Heero jumped up, startled. He whirled
around to sho hho had startled him so, and then smiled sheepishly when he saw
who it was. It was only their next-door neighbor, Mr. Tataki.

“H-hello.” Heero greeted
back, smiling slightly. His heart was still pounding fast, and his hand refused
to stop trembling as he reached for the letters in the box. He took a deep
breath and forced himself to relax. “O-ohayou.”

Tataki, a man in his late
forties, smiled back at him, exposing a set of shining white teeth. He was a
short man, his black hair balding, and a set of heavy glasses rested on his
nose. The glasses were thick and very unflattering to the man, but the most
disturbing thing about them was that they were very dark and hid the man’s
eyes. Heero couldn’t really see the man’s eyes and the fact disturbed him
greatly. It felt weird not looking into the eyes of a person that was in front
of you.

Bur nevertheless, Heero
returned the man’s smile with a faltering smile of his own. He then hurried to
turn away.

It wasn’t that Tataki was
overly unattractive, but there was just something about him that seemed weird.
Duo-chan always made a displeased face when Mr. Tataki would greet them when
they were passing each other in the hall. Heero always got the feeling that Duo
really didn’t like Tataki. He didn’t know why, though. The man was very
friendly and he would always offer him a big toothy smile when they met. He was
very helpful when Hehad had to carry the groceries he sometimes bought, and he
always held the door for him if they were about to enter or exit the building
together. One time he even helped Heero fix a doorknob he accidentally broke,
before Duo ever got the chance to find out.

Mr. Tataki was very nice, but
still, Heero couldn’t help but feel awkward next to him. Maybe it was the fact
that his glasses always hid his eyes in an unnerving way, or maybe because he
knew that Duo-chan REALLY didn’t like him, but still, he was a little
uncomfortable next to the man.

“Checking for mail?” Tataki
asked casually, turning to his own mailbox.

Heero snapped out of his
musings and hurried to nod his head. “A-aa.” He stammered, also turning back to
the mailbox. He pulled out a few envelopes, watching Tataki from the corner of
his eyes. He frowned as he saw the man quickly turn his head away from him, and
then push his glasses up a little. As he watched the man pull out a stack of
letters from his box, Heernderndered what he had been looking at so secretly.
He turned to look over his shoulder, but he saw nothing there. The street was
completely empty.

Shrugging, Heero decided to
forget about it. He sighed and looked down at mail thoughtfully. He tried to
recognize as many letters as he could, but he only knew a few of them.

“Anything interesting?”
Tataki asked in his overly cheerful voice, after seeing Heero examine the
letters for so long.

Heero swallowed and looked up
at the man. “Uh. . .” He looked back at the letters in his hand, and sighed,
closing his eyes. “I don’t know...”

Tataki chuckled. “Well, can’t
you read, boy?”

Heero bowed his head sadly.
“No. . .”

“Oh.” The man let out,
frowning. He examined the young man for a long while, his eyes scanning him
from head to toe. He smiled to himself as he watched the boy’s shiny brown hair
being gently tousled by the wind. He continued staring at the boy for a while
longer, his lips slightly parted as he studied the way the his hair fell over
his deep blue eyes... The way his blood red lips pouted sadly as the boy looked
down at the envelops in his hand.

Tataki smiled to himself and
turned to close his mailbox. “Ah! I bet that Maxwell-san is teaching you,
though, isn’t he? You’ll learn it all pretty soon!”

Heero sighed and looked up at
the man, shaking his head. “I’m not very good at it. Duo-chan got mad at me
because I can’t say the letters right.”

Tataki sent him a sympathetic
look, and locked his mailbox. “Well, maybe he’s not such a good teacher.”

Heero’s eyes widened and he
looked at him, confused. “Wha-what do you mean, Tataki-san?”

The man shrugged simply. “Not
everyone can be a teacher, you know. There’s no such thing as a bad student,
there’s only a bad teacher.”

“Duo-chan doesn’t know how to
teach letters?” Heero marveled. The thought of Duo-chan being the one at fault
never occurred to him. It was just NOT possible!

Heero looked up at the man,
his face determined. “Duo-chan is good.” He stated in resolve. “It’s just that
I don’t know all the letters like he wants me to.”

Tataki laughed. “Well, if you
say so. But the fact remains that he wants you to know the letters quickly, and
you can’t do that. Maybe you need an extra hand.”

“A hand?” Heero questioned in
confusion, looking down at his hands. He frowned. “Two is not enough?”

The man laughed again, and
shook his head. “No, silly boy. I mean that maybe you should turn to another
teacher. There are private tutors who can teach you.”

“Hontou ka?”

Tataki smiled. “Sure! You can
hire one to teach you while Maxwell-san is at work, and then he’ll see how much
progress you made. I’m sure that he’ll be proud.”

“Duo-chan... proud?!” Now
encouraged, Heero smiled broadly at the man. “Where can I find the teacher?!
Can he teach me ALL the letters? Even the little ones?!”

Tataki chuckled in amusement.
“Sure he can. And you can find one in any phonebook!” He stopped, frowning.
“But since you can’t read yet...”

Heero’s smile faded.

*   *   *

Duo sighed, pushing himself
off the couch.

What was taking Heero so
long? He only sent him downstairs to check the mail... He should have been back
by now.

Needed more.

He
needed more.

Duo
sighed and turned to open the door. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his
boiling anger. There was no real reason to be mad, though he couldn’t control
it. He just realized that he wasn’t mad at Heero. Not at all, actually. He was
angry with himself for thinking such things. He promised himself that the
minute he’ll find Heero, he’d apologize. Again. It was beginning to be some
sort of a routine for him. One he desperately needed to get rid of.

“Hi Duo-chan. I found a lot
of letters.”

Surprisingly enough, Heero
was standing right behind the door when Duo opened it. He smiled at the braided
young man and handed him a few envelopes. He pointed at one, smiling at Duo,
his cobalt eyes shining with delight.

“See? This one’s a ‘B’, and
that’s an ‘I’. I don’t know those two, but they look like an ‘I’ a little...”

A little stunned, Duo turned
to look down at the word Heero was pointing at. “Those are ‘L’s, Heero. It says
‘bill’.”

“Oh.” Heero let out, still
smiling. “Okay, because we got a LOT of ‘bill’s here.” He handed Duo six more
envelops.

Duo chuckled. “Great, just
made my day here, Hee-chan.”

The Japanese boy smiled
happily and walked towards his room, seemingly VERY happy with the world.

Duo smiled and shook his head
in amusement. So much for his apology... it was a good thing that Heero was so
easily distracted. He wondered what could have made him so happy, but he
guessed that it really didn’t matter, as long as he was forgiven. It was just
another part of their routine. He would screw up, Heero would get upset, they
separated for a while and then he would apologize. No matter what, Heero always
forgave him and they were back to normal. That is, until Duo’s next little
outburst.

Duo’s smile slowly faded and
he slammed the door shut, turning away from it.

He needed to learn how to
restrain himself more, before the day will come and he will do something that
Heero will not be able to forgive.

*   *   *

“Did you have a good time
today?” Duo asked as he flipped an omelet inside a hot pan. It was evening and
he was currently busy making dinner. Heero was sitting by the kitchen table,
awaiting his meal. The boy had been in a very cheerful mood that day, ever
since yesterday, when he came back for the mailboxes. His face was radiant and
he had been quite energetic all day long. Duo envied him. Heero seemed so
carefree, so content with everything around him. It made Duo jealous. He wished
he could feel the same way.

Duo sighed and squeezed the
omelet tight. “Sally said that you refused to leave when it was time to go
home. She said you didn’t want to enter the car!” He forced out a chuckle, but
it sounded just like that- forced. He was in no chuckling mood. To be honest,
he was tired. EXTREMLY tired. He didn’t sleep all night long, fearing that his
dreams would be back. He didn’t want to keep dreaming like that. Unfortunately
for him, his body refused to listen.

Behind him, Heero nodded with
a sheepish smile. “Aa. It was fun. I didn’t want to go.”

Duo smiled and nodded his
head. “So you decided to continue with the karate lessons after all?” He asked
as he placed the omelet in a plate and turned to serve it to Heero.

“Hai.” The Japanese boy
answered and smiled. “Wufei says that a few more lessons and I can get a yellow
belt.” His eyes followed Duo as he came to sit across of him. Duo already had a
plate in front of him, with the leftover chicken from the day before. Sometimes
he was too tired when he came back from work, and he didn’t feel like fixing
something big to eat. Heero knew that if Duo-chan was eating leftovers, it
meant that he was having a hard time at work. His smile slofadefaded, and he
cast his gaze down.

“Are you gonna come back late
tomorrow too?” Heero asked, lips pouting.

Duo sighed and ran a hand
through his long bangs. He picked up his fork, his movements slow and tired.
“Yeah, sorry Hee-, bu, but there’s lots of things I need to take care of. If
you want, I can drop you at Sally and Fei’s place.”

“Nah, that’s okay. I can stay
alone.” Heero answered simply, shrugging. He smiled at Duo. “I can work on my
letters until you come back, ne?”

Duo smiled tiredly. “Yeah,
that’ll be great.” He sighed and leaned one elbow on the table, not touching
his food. He watched Heero as the boy ate his supper, his eyes following his
every movement. He studied the way Heero’s slim white fingers held the fork so
gently, so gracefully...

Duo sighed and shifted a
little in his chair, as if suddenly uncomfortable.

He’s so
close to me... so warm...

Duo slowly began to lean
forward, watching the fork as it rose up. He held his breath as he watched
those rosebud lips slowly part.

So
beautiful...

He had to keep himself from
moaning as he watched those lips close around the long, steely, fork.

So
hot...

And then that elusive tongue
sunk out and traced over one delicate lip. Duo bit his lower lip as he watched
the light reflect off the frail bottom lip. He closed his eyes slowly and took
a deep breath.

...I
want him.

“Duo-chan?”

At the sound of Heero’s
voice, Duo jerked his head up, his eyes quickly opening. He turned to face the
boy, his cheeks slightly blushed. “Y-yeah?” He stammered, shifting in his seat
again.

Heero frowned. “Daijobou? You
look really tired. Are you having bad dreams again?” He asked worriedly, his
cobalt eyes shining with concern. “Isn’t Yoshi helping? You can keep him more
if you want.”

Duo forced himself to smile
and shook his head. “No, Hee-chan. I’m not having bad dreams. I’m just tired,
that’s all.”

“Maybe you work too hard.”
Heero suggested, still worried. “Sally’s sometimes mad at Chang cuz he works
too much. She says that he’s gonna go bald soon cuz he’s a workologic.”

Duo chuckled, running a
trembling hand through his long bangs. “A workaholic, Heero. And no, I’m
not as bad as Fei.”

“Oh.” Heero let out, smiling
sheepishly and Duo couldn’t help but think that he found it adorable. The way
Heero’s lips pouted when he felt like he said something silly... the way his
eyes shone when he was concerned for his well being... the way his hair seemed
to be glowing under the kitchen light... and that scent! Oh sweet gods, that
teasing scent! It was driving him crazy.

Unable to take it anymore,
Duo hurried to get out of his seat.

“Uh...” He let out and Heero
turned to look up at him, puzzled. “I... I just remembered that... that I have
something I forgot at the office! I’ll be back soon, kay?” He explained in a
hurry, already rushing to the door.

Heero frowned, looking at his
retreating figure. “Shikashi--but--but you didn’t eat yet...” He mumbled,
confused.

“It’s REALLY important,
Hee-chan! I’ll be bac no no time, I promise!” Duo called from the living room,
rushing to put on his jacket. He couldn’t stay there any longer. He simply had
to leave. He didn’t know where to go, he just knew that he had to. He had to
leave. He had to leave quickly. Before he will lose col.“Can I come with you?” Heero
asked, getting up quickly. “We can go for a ride.”

“No, Hee-chan, you should
finish your dinner.” Duo answered, sounding a little out of breath. “I’ll be
back in a jippy!” He promised one last time, and before Heero made it out of
the kitchen, Duo was out the door.

Heero stopped, standing in
the kitchen doorway. He stared at the closed door for a while, and then frowned
to himself.

“Maybe ‘workalogic’ is like
the flu...” He mumbled, walking back to his dinner. He sighed, sitting down
heavily. He picked up his fork and then looked up at the door’s direction,
frowning again. “I just hope that I won’t catch it too...”

*   *   *

The next morning, Duo went to
work extra early. He was already gone by the time Heero woke up. When he
entered the kitchen, Heero could see that Duo-chan had left him his breakfast
and a few exercises for him to practice on the alphabet. Heero also knew that
there was probably some lunch and maybe dinner waiting for him in the fridge
and all he had to do was warm it up like always.

Yawning, he sat down to have
his breakfast, and looked down at the notebook Duo left him. There was a pen
resting next to it, along with all the cards that contained the letters they
already learned together. Heero figured that Duo wanted him to try and write
them down.

He sighed and pushed the
notebook away. There wasn’t much point in trying to learn by himself. It was
obvious that he can’t do it. That’s why he was going to see Tataki-sensei after
he finished his breakfast. He was sort of relieved to find out that Duo-chan is
working late again. That meant that he would have time to learn with
Tataki-sensei before Duo was back home. He usually came back around late noon
or so, but now he began working extra hours so he came back late in the
afternoon. It was a perfect chance for Heero to learn the alphabet behind Duo’s
back. This way Duo-chan will think that he learned it on his own and he’ll be
happy.

Heero hurried to finish up
his meal and clean the dishes. He ran to his room and took a small bag. He
shoved a notebook and a few pens into it, already anxious to be using them just
like other people did. He smiled at the thought of being able to write his own
name, and his hands moved faster.

He was about to leave the
room, when a sudden thought struck him. Whirling around, he turned to look at
the night table by his bed. Usually, the sight of his furry friend would have
greeted him, but now, the nightstand was empty. He had given Yoshi to Duo, to
keep him safe from nightmares.

He wasn’t so sure if he
should go to Tataki-sensei all by himself. The man seemed nice, but he was
still a stranger, mostly, and Heero didn’t feel so comfortable around
strangers. It was kind of hard for him to trust them, and not to mention that
he felt more than a little insecure about going there to study. Yoshi always
made these feelings disappear. He always felt safe while with his furry friend.
But Duo-chan needed Yoshi more than he did, so he better go alone. Besides,
Tataki-sensei was a nice man, he trusted him. He can go alone. Duo-chan needed
Yoshi.

And so, Heero loaded his
backpack over his shoulder and rushed out of the room, smiling at the thought
of knowing how to read.

*   *   *

“Ah, ohayou, Heero-kun! How
are you?” Tataki greeted as he opened the door, offering Heero a big toothy
smile.

The Japanese boy smiled back,
a little sheepish. “I-I’m okay, s-sensei. How are you?”

“Oh, you know- same old! Same
old!” The man carried on cheerfully, opening the door wide and gesturing Heero
to enter.

Heero nodded his thanks and
took a hesitant step forward. He held his bag’s suspender tightly, looking
around the apartment warily. The apartment was just like theirs, but still, it
looked different. At first glace it looked kinda homey and warm, just like he imagined
an old man’s place should look like, but then he thought that it looked
kinda... dark. The walls were packed with pictures and posters, every appliance
was state of the art equipment and in front of the HUGE TV was a set of black
leather armchairs. An odd smell was in the air, something sweet and sour at the
same time, combined with another odor, a strong and acute smell that burned his senses.

Heero swallowed and held his
bag tighter. He liked his home much better.

“I’m surprised that you came
so quickly.” Tataki spoke as he closed the door. “I was certain that you will
change your mind once you’ll think it over.”

Heero frowned and turned to
face the man. “Why? I want to learn the letters.”

Tataki smiled, a smile that
bordered on a sneer, once again exposing his set of large white teeth. “That’s
a healthy attitude you got there, young man!”

The boy smiled weakly. “So
you’ll teach me, right?”

Tataki smirked and took a
step closer to Heero, now mere millimeters from the boy.

Heero made a face and tried
to inch away as he could suddenly smell the man’s strong aftershave. He felt
uncomfortable under the gaze of those thick and dark glasses. He could never
tell what the man was thinking, because he could never see his eyes. He
flinched when all of a sudden he felt the man take his hand in his and squeeze
it lightly. He turned to look at him, a bit startled.

The man just continued
smiling, the light refelcting off his shadowy glasses. “Of course I will,
Heero-kun, but first you’ll need to help me with something. Like you promised,
remember?”

Heero swallowed and managed
to somehow nod his head, ever so slightly. His heart was beating faster for
some reason, like it knew that there was danger, but Heero could see nothing
dangerous about the situation. Taking a deep breath, Heero offered a faltering
little smile. “A-aa. I’ll help, Tataki-sensei...”

*   *p;&np;  *

Heero looked around with awe
as Tataki led him into one of the rooms in his apartment. It was a large room,
just like Duo-chan’s bedroom. It too had a large bed in it, but still the room
was VERY different from Duo’s. The walls were painted in a strong and blinding
red, and the window shades were closed so it was very dark. Shiny and dark
satin sheets, and a few large pillows covered the bedd ald all around the bed
were sets of flashlights, just like they had on movie sets. They were all aimed
at the bed.

Heero frowned and whirled
around to face his sensei.

“Ne, sensei, how come you
sleep with so many lights? Are you afraid of the dark?” 

Tataki laughed. “No, of
course not. I use them for my work.” He walked over to a desk at the far end of
the room, and picked up a few things. Heero could not see what they were, but
it looked like Tataki was adjusting something.

“Work? What work?” He asked,
pulling his small backpack up, for it kept sliding off his shoulder.

“I’m a photographer.” The man
answered with a smile, holding up the thing he had picked up before. Now Heero
could see that it was a camera, with a large, long lens. The Japanese boy’s
lips lifted up in a smile.

“Hontou ka?! You take
pictures? That’s your job? Sugoi! Are you gonna take my picture? Ne, can I help
you?  Can I take some pictures too?
Ne? Ne?”

Tataki chuckled at Heero’s
excitement. “Sure, you can help me.” He answered, adjusting the camera’s lens.
“I can’t be a photographer if I have nothing to shoot, right?” He sent Heero a
playful wink.

Heero’s smile broadened. “You
want to take a picture of me?! Hontou?! Duo-chan never took a picture of me...
are you gonna photograph me? Really? You want to?”

The man smiled. “Sure, you’ll
help me by letting me photograph you, and in return, I’ll teach you the
alphabet. What do you say, huh? A letter for every picture.”

“Aa!” Heero hurried to agree,
nodding his head eagerly. He dropped his bag down to the floor, his notebook
forgotten, and rushed over to his sensei, his fingers eager to play with the
camera. “Can I hold it, sensei? Can I?”

“After we’re done with our
lesson, okay?” The man spoke kindly, pulling the camera out of Heero’s grasp.

Heero pouted but backed off
anyway. He looked around the room again, his blue eyes studying the many
flashlights around the room.

“Heero, it’s wonderful!” Duo
called, his violet eyes dancing. He brought the notebook up to his face and
examined the sloppily written letters, again and again. He smiled and turned to
ruffle Heero’s hair. “Hee-chan, this is REAL great! I’m very proud of you.”

Heero smiled, his blue eyes
happy. He ducked his head a little as Duo red hed his hair again, his cheeks
slowly blushing. The black slime didn’t bother him anymore. His headache was
forgotten. Duo-chan was happy. He made Duo-chan happy. It was worth it.
Everything that he had done was worth it!

He’ll have to thank
Tataki-sensei in the morning.

*   *   *<
<

“Hee-chan?”

Duo’s voice was so small and
hesitant as he spoke. He was standing in the doorway of Heero’s bedroom,
looking down at the boy who sat on the floor, in front of his small
wooden-chest. Immediately after he spoke, the boy looked up, his chocolate
brown bangs flying up and down. And then those dazzling blue eyes were looking
at straight at Duo. A shy little smile touched the boy’s lips.

“Hai?” He asked sweetly,
smiling at Duo.

The braided young man
swallowed, though his mouth had turned dry. He took a deep breath, his hands
balling into fists.

“Uh, I was wondering if you...”
The boy looked at him expectantly, and Duo found that he was unable to continue
speaking. He cast his gaze down, looking at his shoes mea mean, I have some
time now, if you want... if you want to continue witr ler lessons.”

Duo couldn’t see it, but Heero’s
eyes widened a little as he spoke those words. The Japanese boy hurried to look
away, focusing his gaze on his box. His fingers tightened around the small
chest, and he took a deep breath, feeling really bor wor what he was about to
say.

Duo sighed as he saw that
Heero was not responding. The boy had turned his back to him, and he supposed
that he was angry.

“Hee-chan, I’m sorry about
what happened the last lesson. I was just tired and cranky, so I burst at you.
I’m sorry I took it out on you, Hee-chan. I really am.”

The Japanese boy remained
still, not looking up at Duo.

“Heero?” Duo let out, his
voice fearful. “I really am sorry, Heero.”

“Shikashi,” The boy suddenly
let out, his voice a mere whisper. “You still don’t sleep well at night. You can
be cranky again.”

Duo could feel a painful
sting in his heart. He took a step forward, towards the boy. “Heero, I promise
I won’t say anything stupid again. I understand that it’s a little hard for
you. It was hard for me too, at the time...”

“. . .Maybe... maybe some
other time...” He finally whispered, and his heart clenched painfully when he
heard Duo sigh.

“Are you sure?”

Heero swallowed, looking down
at his box. He sighed. “. . . . .yeah.”

“All right.” Duo let out,
feeling more miserable than ever before. “I understand.” He added solemnly, and
then quietly left the room.

Heero remained sitting on the
floor, looking at his box with tearful eyes. It’s gonna be worth it. Duo-chan
might be a little sad now, but when he’ll see how much he had learned, he will
be so happy!

His collection of letters was
gradually growing, and soon he will have them all. Tataki-sensei gave him a letter
for each scene he shot of Heero. He explained to Heero that taking one photo
per scene was not enough, because not all of them come out well. He will set
Heero in a certain pose and setting and then take a few pictures. For each
scene, Heero got a letter.

The Japanese boy smiledly
ly
and opened his box. He looked down at his small collection of letters,
caressing them with the tip of his finger. He smiled tiredly, studying his
notes.

“A... B... C... D... E...
F... G... H... I... Ja--”

Heero sighed and then took a
deep breath.

“Ja---”

His hand began to tremble,
and again he drew in a long breath.

“Jaa--- ja--ja--”

He balled his hand into a
fist, his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand and his knuckles
turning white.

He had to make Duo-chan happy!

“Ja--”

He had to make him smile!

“J...a...y...”

“...J.”

The Darkncamecame a little
closer but Heero ignored it. He had to be strong. He had to do it! For
Duo-chan...

“...H... I... ja-j... J...
K... L... M... N... O... P...”

*   *   *

“Stop fidgeting and just do
it.” Tataki commanded, his voice harsh.

Heero was lying on the large,
satin covered bed. He was naked, and covered only by a thin sheet. He was
clutching the sheet close to him, his knuckles white for he held it so tightly.
He looked up at his sensei, his cobalt eyes shimmering with doubt and plea.
“Uh, anou... I... I don’t think I want...”

“Heero-kun,” Tataki
cut him off, a blinding flicker reflecting off his glasses. “We’ve been over
this the last three times you came here. Now you agreed to help me,
right?”

“A... aa.” Heero stammered,
blushing under the man’s hard stare. He bowed his head shamefully, trying to
keep his mind off his nakedness. He felt very exposed under all the blinding
lights directed at him. There were at least three cameras aimed at him, and
they were all connected to Tataki’s computer. He didn’t know why there was a
computer, but he did know that he was hot, tired and incredibly thirsty. He was
feeling ill all week, and he nearly didn’t come to today’s lesson. In the end,
he decided to come, because a promise was a promise and he did promise
his sensei that he would help him.

But now... now Heero wasn’t
so sure if he wanted to do as his sensei said. It was not the first time that
he had asked him to take the sheet off, but today it seemed that his sensei
would not let him get away with keeping the sheet. The last few lessons, he got
a little angry, but he let him keep the sheet. Today, Tataki said that it was
the sheet or the letters. He cannot have them both.

Heero swallowed and bowed his
head down in shame. His temples were throbbing painfully and all he wanted was
to sleep. He was very thirsty and hot. He could feel droplets of sweat slide
down his bare skin, and when he looked down he could see them glister under the
harsh lights.

“Heero.” His sensei’s voice
snapped him back into reality, and Heero looked up, his gaze tired. He blinked,
trying to focus his vision on the man’s dark glasses. He licked his cracked
lips slowly, and took a deep breath. His sensei was talking, but he was having
a hard time to catch up with him. His head hurt so badly...

“...and we alaid aid that you
have NOTHING to be ashamed of. We’re both males, correct?”

Heero swallowed. “...A-aa...”
He mumbled, looking down at the bright red sheets. He began playing with them,
running the soft material between his fingers, doing anything to avoid eye
contact. The thick black slime was pushing against thundaundaries of his head,
trying to crack it open so it could sip in. Heero shuddered and raised a hand
up to wipe the sweat off his brow. He wanted to go home... He wanted to go to
bed... to sleep...

“I’ll tell you what!”
Tataki’s voice burst violently into Heero’s fuzzy stream of thought. The boy
jerked his head up, looking up at his sensei with dull blue eyes.

Tataki smirked and pushed his
dark glasses up. He smiled down at Heero, a blinding glister running over his
glasses. “You’ll do this one thing for me, and in return...” He smirked,
exposing his white teeth. “I’ll teach you how to write your name.”

Heero’s eyes widened briefly
and the boy’s lips parted in surprise. “Y-you... you will..?” He asked weakly,
his voice cracking for his throat was dry from thirst.

The man nodded his head
firmly. “Yes, I will. Don’t you want to know how to write your own name?”

Heero cast his gaze down,
looking at the sheet thoughtfully. To write his name... he always wanted to
know how... Duo-chan will surely be happy...

It seemed like an eternity of
silence slowly ticked by as Heero pondered over this. Eventually, he took a
deep breath and slowly looked up. His blue eyes shimmered with doubt as he
looked up at his sensei. “You have to... you have to promise not to touch.” He
whispered, his cheeks blushed and his voice faltering.

A big and toothy smile spread
over the man’s lips. He raised his hand up over his heart. “I swear to God that
I will not touch you.” He gestured towards the camera. “I’m just doing my job.”
He took a step closer to Heero and carefully nudged the sheet out of his hold.

Heero flinched, pulling away
a little.

At the sight of Heero’s
distressed blue eyes, Tataki smiled kindly and turned to ruffle the boy’s
unruly hair. “Don’t you want to know how to write your name?” He asked, as if
hurt by the boy’s actions.

Biting his lower lip, Heero
looked into the man’s eyes, trying to sense his honesty. After a while, he
sighed and looked away. He released his hold on the sheet. He has to make
Duo-chan happy... he has to... Duo-chan was so sad and tired lately... he will
surely be happy if he’ll see that he can write his own name...

He felt the sheet being
nudged a little and the Darkness closed on him a little more. He could feel the
weight of the black slime press against his body, but he did nothing to fight
it. He let his sensei take the sheet off, feeling the man’s hands brush against
his skin.

He had to make Duo-chan
happy.

.

Iwanttobeinsideyou! Iwanttobeinsideyou! Iwanttobeinsideyou! Iwanttobeinsideyou! Iwanttobeinsideyou! Iwanttobeinsideyou!!!!!!!!!!!

Duo’s eyes widened. Gasping,
he jerked his hand away. His eyes were wide with shock and fear as he looked
down at the sleeping boy, panting heavily. His heart beat frantically and his
head was aching, throbbing painfully. Then, suddenly, he became aware that he
was hard. His erection was also throbbing.

What was he doing?! He...
he... he touched Heero... He touched Heero! He shouldn’t! It just wasn’t right!
But he... he... he couldn’t help it! The boy was so beautiful... his body so
inviting... He simply had to. He... he had to...

Slowly, Duo pushed himself off
the floor and stood up on two shaky feet. He looked down at Heero’s sleeping
form, his features pale and full of shock. He couldn’t take it any longer. It
was too hard to resist. He... he didn’t mean to... it just happened...

He could feel his erection
throb and his face filled with anguish. He looked down at Heero’s parted lips,
studying the boy’s serene expression.

It was just too hard... He
simply had to. He... he had to... he had to... he had to get out of there!

Without a second thought, Duo
ran out of the room. A moment later, the front door could be heard, as it
slammed shut. Heero lay motionlessly on the bed, deep asleep, not a glimmer of
light filtering through the black fog that enclosed his mind.

*   *   *

Loud music pumped out of the
speakers, bombarding the dark club with a violent rhythm. Bodies moved on the
dance floor, hands up in the air, hips swaying and bodies clashing. The smell
of alcohol and sex was in the air, the air itself thick and hot and almost
smothering. Smoke swirled over every corner, the colorful flickering of bright
halogen lights flashing within the white mist.

Sliding through bodies, his
own body bathed in the harsh lights, Duo made his way out of the dance floor.
The furious trance beat rang loudly in his ears, and the lights were so
blinding, that he could barely see. But it was good. He didn’t want to hear. He
didn’t want to see. Bodies moved against him and it was like drowning in an
ocean of anonymous faces. He needed that. He wanted that. He needed them to
move and dance and push him around so he could feel the contact and nothing
else. Couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel. It made it easier to forget
that he was holding someone else’s hand as he dragged the faceless person
towards the restroHe pulled him to the men’s
room. The inside was nearly as dark as the club, lit only with backlights that
hung over the dark blue walls. The music was muffled but still loud in the
room. He let its rhythm e hie him as his mind went blank and his body took
control over everything.

He needed to do this, to feel
this. He needed to feel the violence, the beat, the rhythm, the heat. He needed
to drown in it, so he could forget...

His hands were everywhere
over the hot body. It was almost perfect. The skin, almost as soft, its color
was not the same, but it was dark so it really didn’t matter. He just needed to
feel. Not to see or think. Just to feel the heat of flesh against flesh.
He didn’t want to hear him moan or see the face of his nightly fuck. He didn’t
want to be reminded that it was just another fuck. He just needed to get it
over with, to get it out of his system so he could go back. Back to routine.
Back to a pair of innocent blue eyes that will never look at him with lust.
Back to Heero.

He skillfully slid his hand
into the other’s pants, unzipping, diving for the hot hardness that awaited him
there. He closed his hand around slick skin that stretched over steely flesh
and he could feel the other slump against him in response. He wondered if the
one he really wanted felt like this as well. He wondered what it would be like
to have him in his hand like this.

No time or desire for
foreplay, Duo yanked his hand out of the man’s pants and then hurried to push
them down to his knees. His movements forceful and urgent, he whirled the man
around and shoved him against the sink. The faceless companion bent slightly,
his hands gripping the sink as he spread his legs as far apart as he could
manage.

Duo growled as he fuddled
with his own pants, his other hand desperately working to find the lube he had
in his pocket. Frantic, he coated himself and then threw the lube aside.

The beating of the trance
echoed between the walls and the air grew hotter.

Duo closed his eyes and
buried himself inside the hot ass offered to him. He focused solely on the
rhythm of the trance and the tightness around his cock. He ignored any sounds
the body beneath him made and just slammed into it over and over.

He didn’t want to hear Its
voice. He didn’t want to see Its face twist in pleasure. All he wanted was
release for the months of pent-up need. He wanted it quick, painful, hard and
violent. He wanted to let his mind shut down for at least a few seconds. He
wanted that precious amount of time when he could bring himself to forget.

And as he came, hard and
ferocious, his mind blacout,out, his senses flooded with hot white pleasure.
Now, he could finally forget... finally pretend... He could finally be with him
the way his body wanted so much...

Just
this once, Heero... Just once...

*   *   *

It was nearly dawn when Duo
came back home. He stumbintointo the apartment, staggering back and forth as he
made his way towards the bathroom. He nearly fell and flung his hands up,
reaching to the door’s frame for support. Heero’s door.

Panting, Duo kept his head
bent between his arms, looking dumbly down at the floor. After some movements
of just panting, he slowly looked up, and turned to Heero’s direction. The boy
was still sleeping peacefully in his bed, curled into a fetal position. His
expression was calm and innocent.

Innocent...

Duo gulped and flung a hand
up to cover his mouth. He wasted no more time and ran to the bathroom. He
dro dow down to his knees in front of the toilet and then began to vomit.

Innocent...
Oh God... What the hell am I doing..?

Things were getting so confusing... He simply
didn’t know what to do with himself anymore!

*   *   *

Days went by. Silence ruled
Heero’s and Duo’s lives. The Japanese boy spent his days bouncing between
Tataki’s bedroom and practicing his letters. At day, he modeled, and as evening
fell he sat by the kitchen table and practiced his writing. One by one his
collection of letters grew. He kept them in his box, treating them like the
most precious of treasures. He only took them out when he practiced his
writing. He would sit by the kitchen table, a notebook in front of him and the
box next to him. He would look at the letters and then write them down, over
and over, again and again. He wanted them to be perfect. He wanted them to look
just right when he showed them to Duo.

He kept his most precious
treasure close to his heart. He kept that one note close to him at all times,
in the pocket of his shirt. The note where Tataki taught him how to write his
name. In both capital and regular letters. He practiced writing his name many
times. He never grew tired of it. He would sit there for hours, practicing the
writing of his own name. It took him a couple of times until he remembered it
without looking at the note. Once he knew the letters by heart, he wrote it
down again and again and again. He even tried to make up a signature, like he
knew other people had. He tried a couple of variations and then finally chose
the one he liked the most. He worked hard on perfecting his signature. Nearly
half of his notebook consisted of it. He wrote it down whenever and wherever he
could. Being able to write his own name always made him smile.

Although, his headaches were
getting worse. He worked all day, pushing himself to the limit. The minute Duo
left for wohe whe went to Tataki and began his lessons. He wanted to take as
many pictures a day as he could, so he can learn more and more letters. For
each scene his sensei asked him to pose for, he got a letter. He wanted to do
as many scenes a day as possible, so he could learn quickly. The work was hard.
He spent hours under harsh and burning lights, barely eating or drinking. In
the evening, though tired, he would spend all of his remaining strength on
practicing his letters. His notebook was nearly full, each page containing
dozens of letters. At first they were very sloppy and inaccurate, but as the
pages progressed, they became neater and more precise.

Duo was barley home. He
worked late and then went out somewhere with his friends. He came back home
late at night, exhausted both physically and mentally. He avoided Heero as much
as he could. Barely any words passed between them. He would come back home from
work, make Heero some dinner and then go out. He came back home late and went
straight to bed. He slept about two hours a night and then woke up extra early.
The sun would barely rise as Duo made Heero his breakfast and lunch and then
hurried to work. They only saw each other at dinnertime, and even that was for
a few short moments.

His dreams were getting worse.
He worked hard and then went out, trying to busy himself so he wouldn’t have to
think too much. He would get a casual fuck in a pub or a club and then drown
himself in alcohol. It had been a long time since he had stopped drinking, but
whenever trouble appeared, he seemed to be back in the habit. Once, there would
be a strong and stubborn soldier who would force him to snap out of it, but now
there was only a clueless little boy, and a bunch of friends who only cheered
him when he drank.

But no matter what he did, no
matter how much he drank, he still couldn’t bring himself to forget. His body
still wanted more. It was not satisfied with that semi kind of life. It wasn’t
a life at all. It was a hollow existence and it drove Duo mad. He could never
have what his body REALLY wanted. His mind tried to convince his body and heart
that having Heero was out of the question, but his body wouldn’t listen. His
mind was assaulted with dreams and daytime fantasies. Typing on his computer
for one moment, fantasying about Heero the next.

That’s why he was trying his
best to avoid the boy. He was never good at restraining himself. When he felt
something, the whole world had to know about it. If he was angry, he would
scream, rant and shout. If he was sad, he would fight back the tears and then
cry. If he was frustrated he would punch the wall and if he was horny, he would
fuck. That’s why he knew that he had to be on guard. He had to make sure that
he wouldn’t do anything stupid. If his mind ever surrendered to his body’s
demands... he didn’t know what he would do to himself. That’s why he kept his
distance. He had to keep distance until this whole hormonal mess will be over.
He just hoped that it would go away soon. It was getting harder and harder to
fight it.

Heero was also struggling
against something that was getting harder and harder to fight. The slimy
Blackness in his mind and the dreaded feeling of His Hands was haunting him day
and night. The nightmares were back and he was also getting little sleep. He
was beginning to feel ill from fear and anxiety, and his hands sometimes
trembled even if he didn’t want them to. They were trembling now, as he lay on
his sensei’s bed, watching the man who towered above him. He was completely
nude, and even though his body was washed with warm lights, he felt quite
chilly. He was feeling very ill today and he really didn’t want to come to his
daily lesson. But he only had a few letters left, so he wanted to get it over
with. He wanted to complete his collection so he can finally show them to Duo.

Swallowed hard, Heero forced
his tired eyes to look up, and he nearly flinched as he met Tataki’s angry
gaze. His eyes were hidden behind his glasses as always, giving the man a very
unnerving look.

“We’re gonna do something a little
different today.” Tataki spoke, smirking. He shifted his camera from one hand
to the other, looking down at Heero as a blinding glister of light flashed on
his glasses.

Heero swallowed again and
slowly shook his head. “Wha... what will we do, se-sensei?” He asked, his voice
quiet and feeble. He was too tired to talk. His temples were pulsing really
hard and all he wanted was to sleep.

“Well,” His sensei began
casually, walking back to his desk, which was in the back of the room. To Heero
it just seemed like the lights had swallowed him, for he couldn’t see him from
where he was lying. He heard him set some equipment as he spoke:

“I think that it’s time to,
heh, raise the photos to a more... higher level. Something that
will give the shot a more powerful and, heh... rigid appearance.”

Heero frowned. “I... I don’t
understand.” He mumbled, beginning to feel VERY uncomfortable because of the
way his sensei was speaking. He spoke so... sneeringly. So teasingly. It made
Heero feel very insecure.

“Well, basically what I’m
trying to say is that I need you to be up and running for this shot.”

Heero’s frown deepened, and
he looked up at his sensei, very much confused. “You want me to get up?”

“No!” Tataki answered
sternly, immerging back into the shadow. “I want you to be up.”

The boy on the bed just
blinked, still confused. “Be up? How?” He shivered as he felt the man’s eyes on
him, looking his naked form up and down. He swallowed and fidgeted, still
unused to being naked next to the man.

Tataki sighed and then snorted.
“Jesus boy, you just don’t get it, do you?! I want you hard for this shot! I’ve
been patient with you, and I let it slide all those other times, but now, boy,
if you wanna earn your share, you’ll have to put up a real show.
Otherwise, you can pack your things and go.”

Hard? Show? Get it up?! He
had no idea what the man was talking about! But he did know one thing, and that
is that he will do ANYTHING to learn the last few letters he had left. He
wanted to practice them and write them and then finally, FINALLY he will be
able to show them to Duo-chan.

Taking a deep breath, Heero
looked up at his sensei, cobalt eyes shimmering under the harsh lights.
“Wha-what do I have to do, sensei? I don’t understand.”

Tataki snorted, throwing his
hands up in the air. “Don’t tell me that you don’t even know what THAT means!”
He burst, sounding angry.

Heero blushed and ducked his
head down in sorrow. “I-- I’m sorry, sensei, but... but I don’t. Maybe if you
can explain it to me..?” He looked up at his sensei, his eyes shimmering with
plea. “Please? I don’t want to go home. If you just tell me what to do...
I’ll... I promise I’ll do it.”

At that, his sensei’s
features softened and he sent the boy a sly smile. “Heh, maybe I’ve been a
little too harsh on you, boy. My apologies. spo spoke, his voice
dripping of malice. Smiling softly, the man knelt down by his ‘student’. He
reached down a hand to take Heero’s, and slowly guided Heero’s hand down to the
boy’s groin.

Heero tensed, looking
fearfully at his sensei. Tataki promised him countless of times that he will
not touch him, and up until now he had kept that promise. He only touched him
when he wanted Heero in a certain position, and so he came to ‘arrange’ his
‘puppet’ in a certain pose. But this time, his sensei did something new. This
time, he didn’t make him put his hands above his head, or behind his back, this
time, he guided Heero’s hand to his cock.

The Japanese boy flinched and
pulled his hand away. Panting, he looked up at Tataki with large and stunned
eyes. “Wh-why there?” He asked, his voice shaking.

Tataki smirked. “Because if
you won’t do it, I won’t teach you any more letters.”

Seeing that he had no choice,
Heero sighed and his shoulders slumped. His hand trembled as he moved it, but
he ignored the trembling and reached down to touch himself again. He then
looked up at his sensei, waiting for his approval.

Tataki sighed and shook his
head. “Like this.” He said, taking hold of Heero’s hand again. He felt the boy
tense as he guided his hand again, guiding the boy’s fingers one by one,
forcing him to close his fist around his shaft.

Heero gasped at the strange
feeling, his cobalt eyes wide with shock.

And then he felt Tataki begin
to guide his hand, moving it slowly up and down.

His body tensed even more as
he felt himself slowly harden. He gasped quietly at each careful stroke, a
strange and ticklish feeling spreading through his lower body. He swallowed
hard and then his mouth gaped slightly open. His breath quickened as he felt
Tataki’s hand closed tightly around his own hand, which forced him to squeeze
his own growing arousal.

A small moan escaped his lips
and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He felt the man repeat the squeezing
motion and he did the same, tightening his hold around his cock. He gasped
loudly and raised his hips up, unconsciously trying to meet with his own
stroking.

Tataki smirked at the sight.
His eyes studied the lithe body as the boy titled his head back against the
pillow. His back arched off the bed as he raised his hips up once again, thrusting
his cock into his fist. He let go of the boy’s hand and his smile grew as he
saw that the Japanese boy didn’t even notice and continued stroking himself.

He chuckled darkly and got
up. “Just keep going.” He ordered the boy, raising his camera up.

Heero moaned in response,
barely registering the sound of the shutter as it opened and closed. All he
knew right now was heat. The heat that spread from his groin and through his
entire body. This great overwhelming pleasure that overloaded his senses. He never
felt anything like this. He stroked himself fervently, his hand moving faster
and harder, working to bring himself over the edge. He moaned loudly at every
stroke, thrusting his head back into the pillow and raising his hips up in a
desperate motion. His other hand began to travel up on its own accord, making
its way to his nipples. He began to toy with his own nipples, running a pinkish
peddled between two trembling fingers.

The bed rocked and creaked as
the boy pushed his body up and down, again and again. His eyes were closed in
ecstasy as he closed his hand tighter around his arousal, so hard until it
hurt. The pain enticed more of this strange feeling and he cried out in both
pleasure and pain. He panted wildly, concentrating only on the feeling between
his legs and the flaring white-hot pleasure that coursed through him. He was
now breathing heavily, head thrown back, eyes clenched as he rode the waves of
pleasure that assaulted his senses.

And then, from within the
burning white, came Tataki’s orders.

“Turn around.”

Snip!Snap!

“Move aside.”

Snip!Snap!

“Put a finger in your mouth.”

Snip!Snap!

“Suck!”

“Harder!”

Snip!Snap!

“Go faster, boy! C’mon!
Faster!”

Snip!Snap!

Snip!Snap!

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Go! Higher!
Raise your hips higher!”

Snip!Snap! Snip!Snap!
Snip!Snap!

“Ah-Ah---AHHH!” Heero
couldn’t take much more, and with a finale cry, he exploded, spilling his seed
on his hand and stomach. Ecstasy burned at his nerves endings, and he panted
wildly. His eyes were now wide open, staring up at the ceiling, but yet he was
blind to anything that went around him.

Gradually, the pleasure faded
away and Heero was left lying on the bed, completely aghast. His expression
turned from pleasure to confusion and then fear. Slowly, he turned his numb
head aside, and looked at Tataki. He was still panting, his breathing erratic.
His eyes were numb and glazed over with pain, anguish and confusion. He tried
to look into the light, seeking his sensei, and then suddenly, he gasped.

There was no light. Only
Darkness. This thick, slimy and all consuming Darkness. It was all around him,
closing in on him. It was getting closer... closer... preparing to swallow him
whole.

And he could hear them! He
could hear the Hand! He could hear their tapping and clacking as they slowly
made their way towards him. They were hiding in the Darkness and now that it
was so close, they were here to get him! They wanted to touch him! They wanted
to hurt him! They were so close... so close! They were going to take him back!
They will take him back into the Darkness and there will be nothing left!
Nothing! He won’t be able to come back from there ever again! He didn’t want to
go back into the Darkness! He didn’t want to! It was cold and it was scary and
it hurt so bad! It hurt so very very bad!

He had to get away! He had to
run away before it will get him! He had to run away now! He had to… to find
Duo-chan! He had to find him so he’ll be safe!

“Duo-chan!!!” Heero suddenly
shouted and jumped out of the bed. The sheets were all tangled around his slim
body and so he fell down with a silent cry. Whimpering, he pushed himself up,
and began to run. He clutched the sheets close to his body, as if to protect
himself, as he fought his way through the Darkness. He kept running as fast as
he could, shoving the slimy Blackness away. He ran, sobbing and panting at the
same time, until he finally found a glister of light. It was a dim and nearly
dying ray of light, but he found it. He ran into it and hurried to close the
door behind him.

Panting, he clutched the sheets
closer and ran towards his room. He closed the door behind him and threw
himself on the bed, shivering wildly. He kept watching the door anxiously;
making sure that the Darkness will stay out and never enter the light. The
light was dim and dull as it is, he didn’t want the Blackness to enter here
too!

His heart beat wildly and his
whole body trembled. He pulled the covers closer to him, pulling them over his
head. He was safe here. He was safe in the light... he was safe here... he was
safe...

The blistering headache
returned in full force, and Heero began to cry, sobbing quietly into his
pillow. His bed shook with the tremors that assaulted his body, and he
continued laying there until sleep claimed him.

He didn’t even notice as the
Blackness began to slowly leak through the cracks of the door, the slime slowly
pouring into his room. The light became a few shades darker. Duo barely noticed
it when he came back home. His world had long turned into shades of gray, and
he was not aware of any Darkness or Light. He just went straight to bed,
collapsing in an exhausted heap of limbs, hair and clothes.

Silence was the only thing
that remained in the small, and dark, apartment.

*   *   *

Deep blue eyes...

He could see them roll back in pleasure
as he bent down and ran his tongue over hot and silky flesh.

Rosebud lips...

He could see them part as his
tongue found a nipple and began toying with it. He swirled the pinkish pebble
with his tongue, nibbling the sensitive flesh.

Skin like gold...

He could feel it burn as he
continued with his ministrations, his hands trailing over smooth planes of taut
muscles.

Hands like silk...

He could hear them gripping the
sheets tight, as his own hands continued to tease the quivering body beneath
him.

Your touch... your
smile... your presence... your love... it’s like a heart attack.

Sheets rustled and the air grew
hotter. Their bodies began to move in union, rubbing against each other in a
wild dance of sweat and tears.

And I’m slowly
dying. . .

He could drink the boy’s moaning
like wine. He was nearly drog ing in them. A little more... a little more and
he’ll be inside him... just a little more and...

But only in my
dreams... in my dreams... where I can touch you...love you... feel you...

His hands moved frantically, his
breath and heartbeat racing. But the images were slowly fading away. The boy on
the bed was slowly fading away.

No, don’t go... not
until I---

The heat of the night began to
chill. The passion was slowly draining away.

But I need more... I
didn’t have enough yet... More... more of you... please... just once...

He was alone, crying in the dark.

Let me claim
you... fill you... Just once!

No one was there to listen.
Nothing was left but the echoes of his moans. The ghostly feeling of his skin.
The fading taste of his lips. The dying light of his deep blue eyes.

Alone and so very very lonely.

Let me reach out...
Just once, Heero... Please Heero... Gods...please... just once...

In the death of the night, Duo
rolled over in his bed, two shiny silver trials sliding down his cheeks. As his
tears soaked the pillow, his hand slowly reached underneath the covers. Even in
his sleep, Duo whimpered as his fist closed around his own arousal, moving up
and down as his dreams continued to haunt him.

And only a lone and desperate
whisper could be heard in the darkness of the room as the young man continued
to weep and stroke himself silently.

“Ahhh... just... once...
Heero... ahhh... just once...”

*   *   *

In the next room, another mind
was plagued with nightmares. Heero trashed and turned in his bed, his sweat
soaked bangs flying from side to side and then sticking to his face again. His
slim figure shook with tremors and his hands clenched the sheets tightly. He
whimpered silently in the dark, his expression tormented.

In his dreams, there was no
color. Only black. Thick and hot Blackness that surrounded him like a swamp.
There were sounds in the dark, muffled and unclear, and he whirled around again
and again, trying to find their source. His heart pounded strongly against this
chest, his breathing frantic. He tried to push the slimy Blackness away, trying
to force his way out, to swim to surface, to safety, but the Darkness was the
only thing there.

He was suffocating. He couldn’t
breathe. He opened his mouth to cry out, but it only gave the Blackness a
chance to enter him. To violate him. To fill him. Again and again. It flooded
his mouth and then his lungs, spreading through his body. He could feel it burn
him and then turn painfully cold. He wanted to scream, he tried, but he
couldn’t. His eyes and mouth were wide open, looking up at the heavens, but all
that he could see was the never ending Darkness.

And then, the Hands. They came
out of nowhere. They were everywhere and anywhere at once. Launching towards
him by dozens, like a million sharp daggers poking out of invisible walls. They
attacked him all at once, touching him and probing him. Sharp fingernails dug
deeply into his flesh, as the hands pulled him in all directions, as if fighting
over him. He was pulled from side to side, back and forth, unable to fight
those hurting hands.

He was still screaming, his
mouth wide-open, and more black slime poured into his body. He wept silently,
his sobbing unheard in the realm of Darkness. Gradually, he became aware of a
sound, something other than the rush of blood in his ears and his suffocated
whimpers. It was a different sound, echoing from a distance. Fading in, fading
out.

Snip!Snap!

Snip!Snap!

Snip!Snap!

The opening and closing of a
shutter. A camera. If he looked well enough, he could see the camera’s flash
flicker in the dark horizon of his dreamscape. Like a bolt of lightning, far,
far away. And then there was a pair of shiny teeth, sneering at him. A pair of
dark glasses looked down at him, a flicker of light flashing over the lenses.
And this laughter, this mocking, hurting, laughter...

The Hands held him tighter,
ripping his flesh and smearing his blood. The Darkness began to sip throthe the
wounds, entering him with its chilling slime.

The sound of laughter echoed
loudly in the air.

He was scared!

He closed his eyes tightly,
trying to block out the horror.

The Hands continued to toy with
him and the Darkness was all around. Around him. Inside him. Everywhere. He was
drowning and the only thing he could do was to sink deeper and deeper into the
abyss.

He was so scared...

“A. B. C. D...”

He did his best to fight it.

“...E. F. G...”

But it was so hard...

“...H... I... Ja---”

He couldn’t.

“Ja--”

He just couldn’t.

“Ja--”

“Jaa---”

“Ja!”

In the end, the Darkness always
won.

“Ja--AHHHHH!!!!!!”

Heero woke up with a start. He
sat up quickly, his whole body covered with sweat and trembling with fear. He
was panting, his heartbeat wild to the point when it was almost painful. His
blue eyes, glazed over with pain and fear, stared unblinking into the dark.

After some time, he blinked, and
then gasped. He hurried to push the damp covers aside and jumped out of his
bed. In less than a second, he was out of his room and at Duo’s door. Panting,
he came to a stop, looking numbly at Duo’s door. He wiped the sweat of his
forehead and forced his heartbeat to calm down. He then took a deep, long,
breath and reached to knock on the door.

No one answered.

Heero swallowed the lump in his
throat and tried again. “Duo-chan?” He whispered, his voice so small and
fearful that it was barely heard, even in the death of the night.

But no answer came from behind
the door.

With trembling fingers, Heero
decided to open the door himself. He took a deep breath and peeked into the
room.:p>

“Duo-chan?” He whispered, his
voice shaking. “D-Duo-chan... the Hands are back...” He looked into the room,
narrowing his eyes against the darkness. “Duo-chan?”

Cobalt blue eyes widened in
fear, as the Japanese boy realized that Duo wasn’t there. The bed was empty,
the sheets messy and the covers tossed aside.

Heero swallowed and his hand
began trembling again. He took a shaky step into the room, looking around
fearfully. “Duo-chan?”

There was an odd smell in the
room, one that reminded him of his sensei’s “workshop”. Heero wrinkled his nose
at the smell, approaching the bed carefully. He lookedn atn at it, eyes numb
and glistering with tears.

“Duo-chan?” He whispered
quietly, looking around once more.

Duo was nowhere in sight.

Letting out a small whimper,
Heero dropped himself down on the bed. He grasped the sheets in his trembling
hands, noting that the smell was stronger on the bed. He sniffled and carefully
lay down on the bed, his eyes looking up at the darkness.

Why wasn’t Duo here? Was he mad?
Was he mad at him? Was he mad because he let the Hands do whatever they ed
ed
to? Did he know? Did he know that he was going to see Tataki? Was he mad
because he didn’t tell him about it? There’s no way he could know about it! It
was a secret! But...  but why was
he gone? Why did he leave him alone? Why when the Hands were so close..? What
did he do wrong?

Heero fought down another
whimper and turned to bury his head in Duo’s pillow. He could feel his headache
coming back and his temples began pulsing painfully. He took a deep breath,
trying to calm down. He looked up, tearful blue eyes shimmering in the dark. He
saw his Yoshi sitting slumped on Duo’s night table, and reached up a trembling
hand for it. His hands gripped the bear tightly, and closed his eyes. He buried
his face in the pillow again, holding Yoshi close to his chest. His tears
stained the white pillow as he sobbed quietly into the night.

“I let the Hands come closer...
Duo-chan, I’m sorry... I let them come...”

*   *   *

He didn’t go to Tataki anymore.
He didn’t want to go to a place where the Darkness was so strong. He didn’t
even tell his sensei about his decision, he just stopped coming. He avoided
going out of the apartment, not wanting to risk it and run into Tataki. He was
sure that his sensei would be very angry with him. So he remained home all day
long, practicing his letters.

Duo-chan was still acting
strange. He wasn’t home much, and when Heero tried to talk to him, he would
offer little words and then walk away. Heero supposed that Duo was mad at him.
He was mad ever since their last lesson together. Back when he couldn’t say
that letter, and Duo became upset. Duo must be angry because he refused to
continue with the lessons. Duo offered to teach him once more, but Heero
refused. He told him that there was no need. At first, he thought that Duo was
okay with it, but now he figured that he wasn’t. He must be very VERY angry,
for he was avoiding him all the time. When Duo-chan was REEEEEALLY mad, he
wouldn’t shout or rant or anything. He stayed quiet. Giving him the ‘Silence
Treatment’. Usually it worked, and Heero would soon come and apologize, but now
he didn’t. He wanted to know ALL the letters first, and then come to Duo-chan.
Surely he’ll be happy when he’ll will show him the letters! He’ll probably
forget ALL about being mad, and just smile.

Heero couldn’t wait for that
moment. But now it seemed that he would never reach it. He will never be able
to make Duo-chan smile again, because he still didn’t know all the letters. He
didn’t want to go back to Tataki, but he still had a few letters missing. How
will Duo-chan ever forgive him, if he didn’t show hil thl the letters?

However, Heero came up with a
plan. He will not show Duo-chan letters. He’ll do better than that. He’ll show
him words. Actual words that he
wrote, all by himself. No. He’ll show him something even better than just
words! He’ll show him his name. He’ll write Duo’s name, along with his, and
he’ll show it to him. That will SURELY make Duo-chan happy.

“...D... U... O...” Heero
whispered quietly to himself as his hand carefully trailed over his notebook.
He was sitting by the kitchen table, his box on one side, and a bunch of
envelopes in the other. It was a stack of those envelopes that had the word
‘Bill’ all over them. They also had Duo-chan’s name printed on them. Heero
could tell, because he knew that the letters were addressed to Duo, and he
recognized Duo’s name because it was the only letter that started with ‘D’.

Smiling to himself, Heero
continued to write.

“...M... A... and, uh...”

He wasn’t so sure what the next
letter was, he didn’t have it in his notes, but he copied it and continued
onwards. Duo-chan was supposed to be home soon, and Heero wanted to be able to
write his name PERFECTLY by then. He already knew how to write his own name
well enough, and now all he had to do was memorize Duo-chan’s name.

“...W... E... L... and another
one...”

The clock ticked and the
pointers hit seven ‘o clock. Heero looked up at the large clock and smiled to
himself. Duo should be home soon. He couldn’t wait to show this to him!

He returned back to write the
name again, biting his lower lip in concentration.

“D... U... O...”

*   *   *

“When you’re standing on the edge of nowhere...

There’s
only one way up, so your heart’s gotta go there...”

An old radio receiver played
inside a dimly lit office. It was a rare device that dated back to the 1970’s.
A rare piece of history. Sometimes, Duo still found it laughable that he
managed to pick it up from some dumpster. It was a real challenge to find the
right parts and fix it, and the little project kept him busy for quite a few
days. It kept him busy and allowed him, if only for a short while, to forget.
Forget about everything that bothered him, and just do something that interested
him. Something that he loved doing. It was better than any evening spent going
out clubbing, fucking and drinking. He spent his nights going between one old
shop to another, looking for the missing parts. Pieces of electronic equipment
that was long out-dated.

But once thely lly little
project was done, he was only reminded of his misery once again. The only thing
this radio knew to play were sappy old love songs that made the problems come
back to surface. So he turned it off. He shut if off just like he tried to do
to his problems.

The office was flooded with
silence as Duo returned to his work.

It was seven fifteen when he
finally finished up all of his paperwork for the day. With a heavy sigh, he
closed his terminal, arranged his things and put on his jacket. He walked
heavily to the door, sending the office a last, sad, look. He had nothing left
to do here. He already finished that day’s and the next day’s workload. It was time to go back home. Back to Heero.

Sighing, Duo locked his office
and headed to the elevator.

*   *   *

The clock showed seven thirty
PM, and Heero could hear the doorknob being turned. Smiling broadly, he jumped
out of seat, and hurried to hide the evidence of his practicing. He could hear
the doorknob being turned again. It sounded like someone was having difficulty
opening the door. Heero chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement.
Duo-chan probably forgot his key.

He made sure that his notebook
and pen were properly hidden under a pile of newspapers, and then hurried to
answer the door.

Again the doorknob rattled,
making a hell of a lot noise. Heero figured that Duo-chan must be cranky;
otherwise, he would be gentler.

“I’ll open it!” He called,
sliding the key inside the lock. He quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
Smiling, he looked up; sparkling blue eyes ready to greet the person behind the
door.

Only that ‘person’ was not
Duo-chan at all.

Heero’s smile faand and his
hand, still on the doorknob, began to tremble.

It was Tataki-sensei.

Heero’s eyes widened and he took
a staggering step backwards.

Tataki smirked, pushing his
glasses up the bridge of his nose. A blinding gleam of light flashed over the
thick glasses, and the man took a step into the apartment.

“Konbanwa, Heero-­kun...”

*   *   *

*   *   *

“Ta...Tataki-se-sensei...” Heero
stuttered, staggering back. The look the man was giving him was VERY unnerving.
His heart began to beat quickly, fear assaulting his mind. Every fiber of his
being screamed- DANGER!

The middle-aged man just
continued smirking, and took another step forward.

“Heero-kun.” The man began in a low, and eerily calm voice. “Why did you
stop coming to your lessons?”

Heero swallowed, and took
another step back; feeling threatened by the way the man moved. “I... I...” He
stammered as he tried to avoid the man’s harsh glare. “I... I don’t... I don’t
like what I... what I have to do...” He explained quietly, his voice faltering.
He looked up at the man with fearful cobalt eyes. “Se-sensei...”

The man chuckled darkly and
arranged his glasses again. “Heero-kun, you’ve been a very bad student.” He
stated, his voice frighteningly cold. He took another step into the small
apartment, and pushed the door shut with his foot. He turned to Heero with an
ominous smile. “You still have a LOT to learn...”

“But I...” Heero let out, and
then flinched, startled as his back hit the wall. He had no more room to run.
He was pressed against the wall, and Tataki was closing in on him. He began
panting, his body trembling from fear and panic. He looked up at his sensei,
his cobalt eyes shimmering with plea. “Please, sensei, forgive me, but I--ah!”

He was cut off when Tataki
suddenly came to stand right in front of him, pinning him to the wall. He used
both his hands to trap the boy, his fists connecting with the wall at each side
of the fearful Japanese boy. Heero jumped up in surprise and alarm. hirlhirled
his head to look at Tataki’s fists and then back at the man’s sinister face. He
swallowed hard as he was suddenly face to face with those horribly unnerving
glasses.

“I think it’s time I gave you
your finale lesson, boy. A bad student needs to be punished...”

*   *   *

“...This a song

For the lonely,

Can you hear me tonight?”

Driving down the dark and lonely road, Duo
let his mind wander. He let his mind drift as he listened to the song. He let
it help him drown deeper into his gloom, when he suddenly became aware of a
colorful stain flickering on the wet asphalt road. It was a reflection of a
colorful neon sign, reflecting off a large puddle.

Without second thought, Duo stopped the car.
He looked up and saw the sign itself, right above a small pub.

He smiled sadly to himself and turned the
car in that direction.

“For the broken hearted,

Battle scared,

I’ll be by your side...”

*   *   *

Heero’s eyes widened in fear.
“Wha-what lesson?” He stammered nervously, his eyes scanning the room for a
possible escape route.

“A good one.” The man hissed,
leaning closer to the boy.

Heero watched him, eyes wide, as
he leaned closer and closer, until their lips nearly touched. He could also
feel the man’s hands slide off the wall and reach down towards him.

“IYA DA!” He screamed and pushed
the man away. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” He let out in a panicked voice, his thin frame
trembling.

Tataki chuckled in contempt at
the boy’s useless efforts. “Heero-kun,”
He snarled, reaching his hand towards the boy again. “It’s not nice to disobey
your sensei...”

“Iiya!” The boy screamed again,
pushing the man’s hand away. “Don’t touch me! You’re not my sensei anymore! I
told you that I don’t want to come to the lessons anymore!”

“Then I’ll come to you! I’m a
private tutor after all... I make house calls, don’t I?” The man growled and
then launched towards the boy, his arms flying up to grab him.

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The Darkness swirled and
moved around him. It was pouring into the small apartment by gallons. The thick
black slime flowed out of every crack and into every corner. It covered the
furniture and kept moving forward, flooding the living room. The kitchen was
already swamped in the gore. It now headed towards him, closing in on the only
spot that was left untainted by the Blackness.

Dull cobalt blue eyes watched
it numbly as it slowly approached. They stared at the slimy black blob in an
almost detached manner. Aside from tears, there was nothing in those eyes. They
were empty. They looked hollowly up ahead, as their owner lay on the floor,
unmoving.

The Hands trailed over his
nude body, their touch gentle and then violent. They caressed his skin, cold
fingers probing his flesh. They roamed over his lower back, massaging his shoulder
blades in sensational motions, and then gripping his flesh tightly, fingernails
drawing blood.

Cold lips were on him,
leaving wet trails over his bareback. As the Hands danced over his body, the
lips nibbled at his skin. Sharp teeth left tiny bite marks over every muscle.
Some were painful, and some just were. Blood sipped out of some bite marks and
scratches, mixing with the wet trails of saliva.

Heero felt none of that. His
mind was far away. He lay motionless as the man above him continued his game,
allowing the old man to play with his body. Two silver trails of tears stained
his lovely face, blood oozing out of the wounds on his forehead. His eyes were
numb with pain and glazed from tears. He stared ahead, unblinking, as tears
flooded his eyes and clung to his thick eyelashes.

When the Hands began to trail
lower, he suddenly blinked, dimly aware of the path that the s wes were now
taking. He began to pant quietly in dist, as, as the Hands trailed lower and
lower, the cold lips following them in their decent. His body tensed when the
Hands stopped at the small of his back, stopping for a second before venturing
lower.

A small whimper tore out of
his lips as he felt three cold fingers trail lower, caressing his bare bottom.
He closed his eyes tight, squeezing out the tears, when those fingers dipped
into the crevice between his cheeks. The tongue soon followed and he let out
another whimper as both of the assailants found their way into his tight
entrance. The fingers teased the small opening for a long, torturing, while and
then continued downwards. Again he whimpered as the tongue took their place,
teasing him further. He could feel the man’s breath on his sensitive skin, and
he trembled in fear.

He jerked up; body arching
off the floor, as the Hands suddenly gripped his balls. He yelped as they
squeezed them, feeling the bile come up to his throat. When he felt the tongue
enter him, and the Hands giving him another squeeze, he gulped and he was
unable to stop himself from vomiting. He hadn’t eaten all day, and so he gagged
and coughed, various fluids spilling out of his mouth and leaking on his chin.
He whimpered helplessly, more tears pouring out of his eyes. He continued to
lie in a mixture of his own blood, tears and vomit, sobbing weakly at every
touch.

Pain seared through his body
as the Hands suddenly gripped his hips. He felt them raise his hips higher, his
ass now up in the air. For some reason, he tried to struggle again, pulling
weakly at his restrains. But his hands were tied up to the foot of the sofa.
His hands were force to stay down, his head hung low and his ass was up in the
air in a most unwilling, but yet inviting position.

He yelped when his hips were
grabbed harder, now completely immobilized. He felt something hard press
against the crack of his ass and his eyes widened.

This was it. The Darkness
would now claim him and there was no way back for him. He could feel it slowly
sink into him, hard and painful as always. He bit his lower lip, drawing out
blood, as the Darkness broke through the tight ring of muscle that protected
his entrance.

His cock was grabbed tightly
and Heero’s head thrust back up in the air. He moaned loudly as he was suddenly
assaulted with pleasure. It mixed with the pain and nearly burned his body into
ashes. Again he was squeezed. An anguished scream tore out of his bleeding lips
as his cobalt eyes fixed on the door. He looked at it desperately as it towered
right in front of him, silent and closed.

The Darkness was almost
inside him now. More tears flooded his eyes, streaming down his cheeks like
waterfalls. His head was aching like never before, a fierce and violent pain
that drilled into his brain. All he could hear was the overwhelming silence,
cut by a sharp and high frequency that rang loudly in his ears.

The grip around his waist
tightened.

The doorknob began to turn.

The Darkness pushed into him
and Heero screamed.

The door opened and Duo
Maxwell stepped into the house. He froze in his spot.

His violet eyes widened
impossibly and he gasped in horror. In front of him, lay Heero, completely
naked. He was supported on all fours, his hands tied to the sofa and his ass up
in the air. His face was twisted in both pain and pleasure. Tears and blood
stained his beautiful face, and traces of vomit leaked down his chin.

Behind him, also naked, was
that asshole-of-a-neighbor Tataki. He was kneeling in front of the boy, his
cock just about to thrust into Heero’s shackled body. The man seemed to be too
caught up in what he was doing, that he didn’t seem to notice the horrified
Duo. He used his hand to stroke the boy again, earning another moan/whimper out
of the young man.

Duo’s eyes flared with hate.
The violet depths flashed dangerously as the braided young man launched forward
with his fists.

“ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

His angered scream echoed
inside the silent living room and he jumped up in the air, tackling Tataki into
the ground. He didn’t even give the man a chance to recover and began to attack
him with his fists. He rolled them both over, and then pinned Tataki underneath
him. One after another his fists descended on the man’s body, hitting and
punching him everywhere. His eyes pooled with tears, and the saltopleoplets
leaked down his cheeks as he looked down at the man with anger.

“YOU! GOD! DAMNED! BASTARD!”
He yelled with each punch, adding more force into each blow. “YOU GOD DAMNED
SONOFABITCH! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! I’LL KILL YOU! YOU DAMN BASTARD! YOU
FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!! I’LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL!” Duo shouted,
his voice hysteric. Tears continued to pour out of his wild eyes, and he was
crying, fighting the sobs as he delivered punch after punch. “YOU FUCKING PIECE
OF SHIT! YOU’LL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!”

In the midst of ahe
he
screaming and punching, Heero opened his eyes again. He gasped and flinched as
he saw Duo sitting on Tataki, beating the crap out of him. Slowly, his lips
began to tremble and more tears flooded his eyes. He watched Duo as he jumped
up and yanked Tataki off the floor. He choked out a whimper as he saw Duo throw
the man at the wall, pick him off the floor and then slam him into the wall
again. His face was a mask of malice and hatred.

Heero had never seen
Shinigami before, and the sight of Duo’s blood-crazed eyes was new and
frightening to him. He watched as the young man pinned Tataki into the wall
once more and then slammed him into the wall again and again. The man screamed
but Duo ignored him, shouting out in anger as he kicked, punched and hit the
man.

The sight was so frightening
and intense, that Heero was soon sobbing again. His body shook with sobs and he
curled into a fetal position. His arms were stretched above his head, but still
he brought his legs up to his chest, and buried his face in his kneecaps. He
cried brokenly as the sounds of physical assault continued to ring loudly in
his ears.

“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS?! HOW
DARE YOU!? HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM?! I’LL RIP YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF! I’M GONNA
FUCK YOU UP SO BAD THAT EVEN YOUR MOMMA’S GONNA END UP IN A HOSPITAL!” Duo
shouted madly, delivering a strong kick into the man’s groin. He was holding
the man by the collar of his shirt, his feet dangling a few inches from the
floor, as he was pinning him against the wall.

Tataki screamed in pain, his
face bruised and bleeding. “It’s not my fault!” He called out desperately.

“BULLSHIT!” Duo shouted back,
and kicked him again. “I SAW WHAT YOU FUCKING DID!”

“HE ASKED FOR IT!” Tataki
screamed, trying to avoid another punch to his face. He was unsuccessful. “It’s
true!” He tried again. “He came to me! He asked for it! HE WANTED THIS!”

“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” Duo
screamed, his voice hoarse from shouting. He looked back over his shoulder,
seeing Heero lying curled on the floor, crying silently. His eyes flashed
darkly and he whirled back to Tataki. “HOW CAN HE POSSIBLY WANT THIS, HUH?! HOW
CAN HE?!?!?!?!”

The man spit out blood as
Duo’s fist connected with his jaw. He coughed and then turned his head back to
Duo. His face was calm all of a sudden, a mocking look in his eyes as he
smirked at Duo. “Why won’t you ask him, huh, Maxwell? Why won’t you ask
your pretty boy about what he’s been doing in my apartment for the last few
weeks... Why won’t you ask him to tell you about our meetings...”

Duo’s eyes widened and then
narrowed in suspicion. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” He demanded,
growling dangerously. He leaned closer to the sneering man, his eyes burning
with hatred. He tightened his hold around the man’s throat, pulling him up a
little as he glare at him straight in the eye. “What. Meetings?!”

Tataki’s smirk grew as he
looked down at the young man’s angry features.

Duo’s eyes widened again and
he whirled to face Heero. His glare remained unchanging as he looked down in
the boy’s direction. “Heero, is this true?”

On the floor, Heero let out a
silent whimper. He nodded his head weakly, bowing it down and burying it deeper
between his legs. He began to cry harder, his voice shaking as he choked out
the words. “I’m sorry Duo-chan... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it... I wanted...
your name... please see it... please... I’m so sorry, Duo-chan... so sorry...”

“URGH!!!!” Duo growled and
whirled back to Tataki. He shoved him against the wall again, so hard that the
man fell unconscious. He yanked him forward and then slammed him into the wall
again, delivering a hard kick to his groin. He then let him drop down
lifelessly to the floor, and kicked him again.

Behind him, on the floor,
Hecontcontinued crying, apologizing incoherently between his silent sobs.

Duo ignored the tears that
blurred his vision and stalked deeper into the living room. He yanked a wool
blanket off the couch and threw it at Heero. The Japanese boy flinched at the
violent action and then continued to cry.

“. . . Duo-chan. . .” He
whispered, looking up pleadingly at the young man who towered over him. His
cobalt eyes shone with tears and agony as he looked up at Duo, his lower lips
trembling. “Duo-chan. . .”

Duo looked down into those
frightened blue eyes, his stare cold and angry. He turned away, walking towards
the phone.

“I’m calling the cops.”

*   *   *

“Everything is taken care of.
Cammy and Bryan are taking him into the station.” Wufei spoke slowly, looking
down at the young man who sat on the sofa, staring into thin air. “Duo?” He
asked carefully, taking a step closer to the couch. The young man did not
respond. He was sitting frozen in his spot, his numb eyes looking up at
nothing. A wool blanket hung over his shoulders, and in his hand was a thick
stack of photographs. His features were worn and blank, his violet eyes dull
and glazed over as he continued to sit there, unblinking. His braid had fallen
apart almost completely, and most of his hair was loose against his back.

The apartment was dark and
silent, and only the two of them were present in the living room. All of the
Preventers left a few minutes ago, and now finally the two ex-pilots were left
alone.

“Duo?” Wufei tried again,
slowly sitting down by the braided man. He placed a gentle hand on his
shoulder, looking at him compassionately. “Duo, you’ll have to give me those photos.
I promise I’ll take care of it.”

“Burn them.” Duo let out, not
bothering to look away from the wall. “The negatives too.”

“You know that I will.” Wufei
answered softly. He sighed and pulled his hand away from Duo’s shoulder. “I
already asked Biercof to take the site down and erase all the files from the
computer.”

“No. I want you to find EVERY
photo our there and destroy it. I want it all gone. Every link. y fiy file. I
don’t want a trace of it, you hear?!” Duo growled, closing his fist around the
photos. “Not a trace!”

“Duo, you know that it’s not
possible. I can’t send men to look in every computer out there. Do you know how
many people go into those porn sites?!” He sighed, laying a hand on Duo’s
shoulder. “It’s just not possible.”

“Then I’ll do it!” Duo
growled, pulling away from Wufei’s touch. “Give me the site’s statistics. I can
find out who entered it and track them down! I’ll fucking kill them for looking
at these photos!”

“Duo,” The Chinese agent
began, looking at Duo with deep concern.p>

“Shut up and just give it to
me!”

“Duo, you can’t ju--”

“I said shut up, Fei!”

“Duo, would you listen to
yourself!?” Wufei finally burst, gripping Duo tightly by the shoulders. “You’re
not making any sense! You’ve got more important things to take care of now!” He
shouted, shaking Duo back and forth. “I promise to take care of EVERYTHING that
bastard did! I give you my word of honor, but right now, you have to take care
of Heero. Leave Tataki to me. Heero needs you now, Duo! He needs you!”

Duo fell silent. For a long
time, the two just looked at each other, panting in exertion. At laDuo Duo
sighed and looked away. Wufei sighed as well, pulling away from the dejected
young man.

“I’m sorry, Duo. I know it’s
hard. If there’s anything I can do, just...”

“...dun worry about it, Fei.
I’ll manage.” Duo mumbled, looking sadly down at the floor. He gave out a
bitter chuckle. “I always do, ne? Shinigami always lands on two feet...” He
sighed and turned to look down at the coffee table. There, between a pile of medical
supplies and Preventer’s documentation, lay Heero’s notebook. Wufei found it in
the kitchen when he came to make Duo some tea. Now it lay in front of the young
man, the silver moonlight illuminating the sloppy handwriting. Heero’s
handwriting. Duo’s eyes pooled with more tears as he gazed down at the small
notebook, his visfocufocused on the writing of both his and Heero’s name.

Duo sniffled. He closed his
eyes sadly, turning away from the notebook. “He just wanted to know how to
read, Fei. He wanted to write our names for me...” Again he sniffled and a few
tears fell down on his palm. “...I’ve been so blind... he tries so hard to
please me, and I’m always so fucking dense...”

“Duo, there’s no way you
could have known.” Wufei whispered, reaching for his hand.

Duo whimpered and shook his
head. “No... I should have seen it... I should have known... somehow... I... I
should have known...” He cried, the tears flowing out rly. ly. “Gosh, Wu, I
don’t know what to do anymore! I... I... I see these photos and I... I---”

Wufei frowned; trying to
understand what Duo was trying to say.

The braided man sniffled, and
let out a chuckled whimper. “For the last few weeks... I’ve been avoiding
him... I... I can’t control it; you know... it’s not my fault... I mean, I try...
I swear that I do, but... but it’s so hard and... and now look what happened! I
was too messed up to see that something was wrong and then I walk in and he’s
on the floor, like that... in that... in that position and I just... I...” He
took a deep breath, struggling to speak between sobs. “I can’t stop thinking
about it...”

Wufei sighed and placed a
comforting hand on Duo’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Duo. It will pass. In time, it
will pass. You two will get over this. I have faith in you, Duo. You can pull
through, and so can Heero. Give it time, Duo. Give it time.”

Duo knew that Wufei
misunderstood him, but he let it slide. He couldn’t bring himself to say
anything more. He wanted so much to tell someone about his problems, about his
lust for Heero, about his anger and fears and frustration, but right now, he
was too tired. Tired of thinking, tired of breathing. He just wanted to sleep.

“He’s finally asleep.”
Sally’s quiet voice came from the hall, and both Duo and Wufei looked up.

“Is he... is he okay?” Duo
asked, his voice shaking.

Sally sighed, walking into
the living room. She was holding her doctor’s briefcase in her hand. “I took
care of the wounds, there was nothing too serious. I was afraid that he
suffered a concussion, but he’s alright.”

Duo still looked at her with
worried eyes. “But is he... is he okay?”

He trashed about on the bed,
kicking and screaming and crying in the same time.

Only
once! Is it too much to ask for!? Why can’t I be with you!? WHY WON’T YOU LOVE
ME BACK!?!?!?!?!?

He began trashing around the
room, hitting everything with his pillow. He hit the walls, the closet, the
desk, everything. His body rocked with sobs and his cheeks were damp from
teabut but he continued raging, running around the room in circles, like a
trapped animal. He growled in frustration, shouting and cursing the world.

In the next room, a pair of
deep blue eyes widened in fear and horror. They were quickly shut tight,
squeezing out the tears. As muffled shouts and cries of frustration filled the
dark apartment, Heero buried himself under his covers, his body trembling. He
cried silently into his pillow, his sobs increasing with every shout that Duo
made.

He knew that it was his
fault. He knew that he was the reason for Duo’s pain. He knew that it was he
who made Duo so sad and angry. He knew it, because he let the Hands win. He let
them touch him and claim him. He let the Darkness take him. He let it enter him
once more. There was no light left in their small apartment. There was only
Darkness, and in the thick Blackness there were only sobs, and tears and pain.
He knew it all too well. He had been there before, and now he was back. He was
back, and he brought Duo-chan into his Darkness as well. He dragged him into
his own, personal and dark hell.

He knew that it was his
fault, and he grieved. He cried sorrowfully into the night, his heart hurting
as if bleeding. When Duo’s shouting and trashing ceased, Heero fell quiet,
listening to the silence. He didn’t really blame Duo when a few moments later,
he heard the front door open and then slam shut. He couldn’t really blame Duo,
because it was his entire fault. He had let the Hands win, after all.

He hoped that Duo-chan would
be bale to escape. It was too late for him, but maybe Duo-chan could still make
it. Maybe the Darkness didn’t take over him yet.

But then again, deep inside,
Heero couldn’t help but wonder that maybe it was too late, and the Darkness has
already taken over them both.

*   *   *

Staggering left and right,
Duo waddled through the smoky club, a bottle of liquor in his hand. His body
swung from side-to-side, his feet tangling as he tried to walk straight. He
swooped the bottle up to his mouth and gulped a few large sips of the sour
drink. He sighed and wiped his mouth savagely, his dark violet eyes scanning
the people on the dance floor.

A dark smirk crept up his
lips as his eyes scanned the crowd, like an animal observing its prey. His
features were worn and haggard, dark and heavy pockets under his eyes. He was
unshaved and dirty. His hair was all over his face, wild chestnut hairs poking
out of his braid. His clothes, black leather, reeked of cigarette and liquor.
He looked like a bum and not someone who was highly regarded in the Preventers
office.

Just another drunk. His charm
and charisma were all but gone, his good looks hidden behind a mask of
drunkenness and gloom. No one approached him as he brushed past the moving
bodies, gulping his drink. People moved aside, wrinkling their noses and making
disgusted faces as he tried to approach them. Women and men alike rejected the
shattered and drunken young man.

His attempts at flirting
w’t m’t much more than a halfhearted attempt of a horny young man. No one
approached him. He gave up on the men and even tried some women. He didn’t like
women, but he was desperate. He’d take anything right now. Anything. Just so he
could feel the contact. Just so he could shove his aching need into someplace
hot and tight. But no luck. No one wanted to fuck someone who looked and
smelled so bad.

When he began making a scene
at the club, clearly molesting a young oriental man, he was kicked out by the guards.
They threw him carelessly to the street and he landed face down on the cold
asphalt. For a long time, he just lay there, panting. He then reached his hand
to his precious bottle, holding it tight. He let out a crazed chuckle.

Heh,
it doesn’t matter...

He coughed and rolled over on
his back. He took a long sip of his drink; some of the booze leaking down his
chin. He looked up at the dark heavens and chuckled darkly.

It’s
doesn’t matter at all... Nothing matters...

Groaning at the effort, he forced
his sore body to move, and pushed himself up to his feet. He clutched his
bottle tightly, and began to walk down the dark street. His body swung from
side to side as he walked, taking long sips of his drink.

I’m
gonna have him no matter what.

Images of Heero flashed
quickly in his mind. His erotic dreams, Tataki’s photos, the near rape...
Everything. It all flashed and played in a loop, getting faster and faster,
making him dizzy. His feet tangled and he fell to the side, crashing face down
inside a pile of garbage bags and trash cans. He didn’t even notice that he
fell, and just laughed manically.

He’s
gonna be mine no matter what... What does he think to himself? That he can be
anyone’s but mine?! J... Tataki... all of those bastards... letting them have
their way with him... How dare they!? 
They can’t have him! He’s mine!

Duo’s head jerked up, a dark
shadow flashing through his eyes. He smirked, a sinister and ominous leer
covering his features. His violet eyes narrowed dangerously as he sneered up at
the heavens. His fist tightened around his bottle until it broke, making a loud
cracking sound as sharp glass cut into his palm.

Shinigami didn’t even blink
at the pain. He just continued smirking, snarling at the world around him. He
got up in one smooth motion, his braid bouncing up and down.

I’ll
make him mine. I must make him mine.

He began marching down the
road, his gaze dark and his lips smirking.

Mine,
Heero... This night, you’ll be mine... mine... mine... Just mine.

Just mine,
Heero... Just one night... just one ni>ght... tonight...