Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops�

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Gundam boys, I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my making). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Summary: They were thrust together at the age of 14, members of an assassins guild, then rudely ripped apart at the age of 21. Now, three years later, Duo walks back into Heero's life. The rollercoaster ride has just begun as they must learn to live together once more and to love each other again. Life isn’t always easy, living with Duo, and Heero has to fight hard to remember that.

Rating: NC-17

Warning Codes: Angst,h/c,violence,AU/AR,waff,anal,m/m,yaoi

Pairings: 1x2


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Pull the Trigger and the Nightmare Stops…

“dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...”

Part 1.

Quatre Winner, heir apparent to the vast Winner empire, and Trowa Barton, his bodyguard/lover, were enjoying the end of a quiet week without their housemates Heero Yuy, main investigator and troubleshooter for Winner Enterprises, Inc., and Chang WuFei, friend and confidant to the others, being home. Heero and WuFei were gone on an investigation for W.E.I. Actually, Heero was the one doing the investigation, as he was the only one who worked for the company. WuFei was along to watch his back and to lend any needed support, as Heero didn’t completely trust John McAllister, his co-worker and supposed partner. There was just something about the man, Heero couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it didn’t inspire the trust needed when you were in the field. Hence the inclusion of WuFei in his investigation. Besides, WuFei was fairly good company, as well as being one of his housemates.

So, Quatre and Trowa were snuggling together on the couch in front of the television enjoying the last of their solitude, when their cuddle session was abruptly interrupted by a knocking on the front door. Quatre looked at Trowa, who simply shrugged, so Quatre got up to see who could be at their door at this time of day. They rarely had visitors, and never had sales people. Perhaps it was the post. Sometimes Heero or WuFei would order things on line and then forget to tell anyone they were expecting something.

Therefore, Quatre was quite surprised by what met his eyes on the porch. The gender of the person was undeterminable as the clothing was loose, hiding any salient features, and could have been worn by male or female. The person had chestnut brown hair that fell well below the hips and was in a somewhat untidy plait. The face was heart shaped and delicate, but looked tired and drawn and the indigo eyes seemed to glow violet in the deepening of the evening light, though it was hard to tell with the dark shadows that surrounded them, making them almost look like bruises on that pale face.

“May I help you?” Quatre asked, hesitantly.

“Heero Yuy lives here?” the stranger asked, making it more of a statement then a question. The voice was a soft, low alto, but once again gave no indication of gender.

“Ah, yes, but he’s not here right now. He’s out on a job. He should be back this evening, though,” replied Quatre, not sure why he was telling this to a stranger.

“I can wait. Mind if I come in?” the stranger asked, a slight challenge flashing across the pale face.

“Well… ah, I, I guess not,” Quatre stuttered. “He, ah, he should be home in a couple of hours.”

Quatre quickly stood aside for the stranger, and backed into Trowa who had walked up behind him. The stranger stepped past them and stood looking around. Both Trowa and Quatre seem mesmerized by this intruder, amazed at the audacity.

“Where is his room?” the stranger asked, staring straight into Quatre’s light blue eyes, making him step back again reflexively, feeling a little unsettled by the gaze.

Quatre pointed mutely towards the bedrooms and the stranger walked in and headed down the short hallway, reaching the first door, and opening it, almost instinctively knowing it would be Heero’s. Quatre and Trowa followed in open mouthed silence.

By the time they reached the door the stranger had thrown a gun on the bed, followed by a pair of razor sharp knives and was starting to unfasten shirt buttons. Sensing the eyes of the two in the doorway, the stranger turned to glare at Trowa and Quatre, who could only stare back in open mouthed shock.

“It’s not a floor show, you know,” the stranger said, hands still on the buttons, waiting for them to leave.

“So… so… sorry,” Quatre stuttered, quite unnerved, backing into Trowa once more. “Ah, who… who should we say is here?”

“Tell him, it’s his wife,” the stranger said smiling, then proceeded to unbutton the shirt the rest of the way, displaying a definitely masculine chest.

“Ah… ah… ah, o… okay,” Quatre stuttered and backed out, shutting the door quickly.

He could hear the two muttering together as they walked down the hallway. He smiled to himself and gave a low snorting laugh at the thought of their shocked looks.

Finally, he sighed. It had taken such a long time and he’d had to search so hard, but he had finally tracked down the elusive Heero Yuy. Dropping the rest of his clothes to the floor, and unplaiting his hair, he pulled back the covers and crawled into the waiting bed. He was so tired. He pushed his gun under his pillow, along with one of his razor sharp knives. The other knife he put on the nearby night stand. Then he pulled the covers up and slipped into a dreamless sleep, feeling safe at last as the unforgotten scent of Heero Yuy, lingering on the sheets, filled his head.

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“His wife!” Quatre exclaimed. “That’s a guy. He wasn’t shy, though. He just started to undress in Heero’s room, so I guess he knows him pretty well. I mean, how many people just barge into someone’s house, someone’s room, and start to strip if they don’t know them at all? And did you see the weapons? A gun and two knives! And …”

Trowa stemmed the flow of words with a kiss.

“Let Yuy sort it out when he gets home,” Trowa told him, a frown on his face, as he pulled Quatre back out to the couch and sat down again. “Yuy and Chang will be home soon enough, then it will be Yuy’s problem.”

Quatre subsided and the two went back to their cuddling and movie watching, Quatre trusting Trowa’s judgment.

It was about two hours later when a very tired and dirty Heero and WuFei walked in the front door.

“Damn, it’s good to be home,” said Heero, as they walked in. “Can’t wait for a long, hot shower. Join me?”

“You horny perv,” WuFei answered. “Like I want you anywhere near my wet, naked ass.”

“But WuFei, it’s such a nice ass, and it’s been so long,” replied Heero, a smoldering look in his eyes, one hand reaching out to caress the ass in question.

“Ah, Heero,” Quatre interrupted, walking in from the lounge, Trowa right behind him. “You, ah, you had a visitor this afternoon. A really, ah, interesting visitor.”

“Interesting?” Heero asked, turning his attention to the blonde. “How so?”

“Well, he was really pretty, with long chestnut colored hair that went down past his butt, eyes that almost looked violet, and he said he was your wife,” Quatre relayed, watching Heero closely.

Heero went very pale, grasped the wall as if he might fall over and started to breath in short gasps. He blinked rapidly, almost unable to comprehend what Quatre was telling him, as if his brain refused to register the words.

“M… my wife?” he finally got out, sounding incredulous. “My wife? He’s alive? Duo Maxwell is alive? My Duo was here? Today?”

“He looked pretty much alive standing out on the porch this afternoon,” Quatre quipped.

Wh… when? How long ago was he here? Where did he go? Did he say when he was coming back? How could you let him leave? My wife!” Heero panted out, then collapsed against the wall, tears standing in his deep blue eyes, all else forgotten. “My Duo!”

“Calm down, Yuy,” said Trowa. “He didn’t go anywhere. He’s still here, in your bed.”

“Heero?” Quatre reached out to touch him, and Heero sprang into action, barreling through the house, everyone and everything else forgotten.

As he burst into his bedroom, a pale apparition surrounded by a halo of chestnut hair sat up, pointing a loaded and cocked gun at his chest. Heero dove onto the bed under the gun, tackling the person, the hand holding the gun flew up and the gun went off, causing the three that had followed Heero to his room to hit the floor.

“Yuy, you ass,” WuFei screamed at him.

“Heero…” Quatre wailed from underneath Trowa’s protective body.

“Dammit, Yuy,” Trowa growled.

“Sorry, guys,” Heero apologized from the bed where he cuddled and nuzzled at the naked, gun wielding apparition. “Oh, my sweet, sweet Duo, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

The other’s answer was lost in a kiss. Meanwhile, WuFei got up and Trowa helped the squished Quatre to his feet, cuddling and petting him in apology. WuFei crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently. Finally he cleared his throat.

Heero broke away from the kiss and turned to face the irritated trio.

“Ah, hello, guys,” he said, rather sheepishly. “Ah, I’d like you to meet Duo Maxwell-Yuy, my wife, Mrs Heero Yuy. Duo, these are Chang WuFei, Quatre Rabera Winner and Trowa Barton, my housemates.”

“Pleased to meet you all,” said Duo, laying aside his gun. “We really didn’t exchange names earlier when we met.”

“Duo and I have been together since we were fourteen, haven’t we, babe? We were partners in the guild,” said Heero, by way of explanation. “It’s been almost three years since I last saw Duo. I thought he was dead. All the information I could gather indicated he was, but I should have known better then to underestimate my Duo.”

“Yeah, well, it took some doing to track you down, ‘Ro. This was my final shot. If this one hadn’t of panned out, it was going to be the last,” said Duo, tiredly.

“But it all worked out, right? You did find him, so it’s okay now, right?” chirped Quatre, smiling at the obviously intimate couple.

“Yeah, it worked out, right?” echoed WuFei, dryly.

“Ah, WuFei,” said Heero, somewhat guiltily, his arms tightening around Duo. Duo slumped tiredly and dropped his head to Heero’s chest with a sigh.

“Don’t worry. I knew it wasn’t serious, or forever,” said WuFei cryptically, walking out of their bedroom.

“WuFei, wait,” called Heero, jumping off of the bed and following him out. “Please, let me explain.”

Quatre stared after him, mouth open. Trowa quirked an eyebrow and Duo just lay back wearily, pushing the gun back under his pillow. He sighed and closed his eyes.

~*~

Heero caught WuFei in his room and shut the door behind them.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never said anything about him, because I never thought I’d see him again. I thought I’d lost him forever.” Heero sighed bitterly and sat on the side of WuFei’s bed, his head in his hands. “Our last mission was a big one, almost all of our guild was involved to some degree. It was a set up. We were slaughtered almost to the last man. Only about two or three of us made it out alive. Duo was inside when the shooting started, I was outside. I couldn’t get to him.

“I searched, but I never could find even a trace of him that night. I searched for the better part of these past three years, spending all of my time and money trying to track down clues that might lead me to him, but I’d given up hope this last year. Everything was negative. There was no information at all. I’d felt as if I’d exhausted all possibilities and there wasn’t even a hint that he was alive.”

“Heero,” WuFei started.

“No, WuFei,” said Heero, stopping him. “I’m not telling you this to elicit sympathy or to excuse my behavior. I was wrong not to have told you about him earlier, even if I never thought I’d see him again. Even after all that time, I was still in love with him. I could never love anyone else. I misled you, thinking there could ever be anything between us. I should never have made advances when I wasn’t able to follow through with them.”

“Heero, stop,” said WuFei, forcefully. “I never asked for love or a commitment from you. I knew that wasn’t possible. I could tell that your heart wasn’t in it all the way. It was casual sex, between two friends. I gave you relief when you needed it, and I don’t regret it. You don’t owe me any apologies, though I do appreciate the explanation. Now I understand why your heart was never in it. It couldn’t be, still loving him like you do. I’m glad your wife is back. Now, maybe you’ll look a little more alive.

“Go back to your room, Heero. You’ve got a warm little bundle of long lost wife waiting naked in your bed, and you’d better go take care of him. I think he is going to need a lot of caring for, at least for awhile.” WuFei took Heero’s arm, pulled him up and pushed him to the door.

“Thanks, WuFei. You’re a better friend then I deserve,” said Heero, running a hand behind WuFei’s neck and pulling his forehead to rest against his own. Then he smiled and kissed WuFei lightly and walked away feeling light hearted for the first time in three years. His beautiful Duo was back.

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