I Cherish Thee
-----part 1-----
One more powerful thrust. One more painful tear. One more rough
stroke of the Perfect Soldier's hand along the shaft of the
Shinigami Pilot's erection. One more shriek of pain from Duo.
Then, they both came. Duo ejaculated onto the sheets, as Heero
ejaculated into Duo. Then Heero withdrew from Duo's trembling body
and rolled onto his back, his tension relieved for another few hours.
"I love you." Duo whispered, softly, as he rolled onto his side and
snuggled up to Heero.
Standing, unheeded in the doorway, Quatre watched with a sick heart.
How could Duo let himself be used this way. Heero was unloving and
unmindful of Duo's pain. Or he was hurting the braided pilot on
purpose. Either way, Quatre was getting tired of it. And to hear Duo
tell Heero he loved him, right after Heero had been so brutal...
Quatre pushed it out of his mind quickly. If he thought about it any
more he'd throw up.
He thought about going in and confronting them, but he paused. //If
Heero does this to Duo when he's in a good mood, what will he do if I
make him angry?// he considered. //I'd better wait and see if I can
get Duo alone later on. Then I'll speak with him. He doesn't deserve
to be treated like that.//
Quatre quietly closed the door and walked away.
"Couldn't sleep?" Wufei asked as Quatre joined him in the kitchen.
"Not with Duo screaming like that." Quatre replied.
"If they did it the right way, with a woman like they're supposed to,
it wouldn't be painful." Wufei pointed out.
"Oh, Wufei." Quatre shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with two
boys falling in love with each other. "But in this case, I do not
approve one bit. Duo does love Heero, but Heero's using Duo."
"Nothing wrong?" Wufei was incredulous. "It's... It violates the order
of things. It puts nature off balance."
"Wufei," Quatre shook his head. "you can't be serious! I doubt that
Duo and Heero in bed together is going to start a chain reaction and
bring about the destruction of the Universe."
Wufei finished his snack and headed back to the bedrooms. Passing by
Duo and Heero's room, he looked in. Duo was draped over Heero,
weeping softly, unheeded by the now-sleeping Heero.
"Disgusting." Wufei whispered, as he closed the door.
"None of your business, Wufei." Duo muttered.
"It sure isn't." Heero grumbled. "He just gets me so mad sometimes.
If he doesn't like it, he shouldn't look."
Duo sighed and let himself be rolled onto his stomach. Let himself be
penetrated. Let himself be fucked hard, and deep, holding in his
screamed until the pain tore them from his throat.
In the next room, Trowa was throwing up from a panic attack.
Listening to the goings-on in Duo's room brought back the memories of
his attack. How could Duo let Heero do that to him? Didn't he realize
what Heero was doing?
//He's raping you, you idiot.// he thought. //Duo, don't let him do
that any more. Why don't you stop him?//
He asked that question the next day.
"It's not rape." Duo assured Trowa. "I know it sounds like it
sometimes, but it's consensual."
"How can you consent to such pain?"
"I figure it's better for me to suffer and let Heero get rid of his
aggravation in bed, then it would be for Heero to blow up while he's
piloting Wing." Duo shrugged. "Besides, I love him."
"He should get a punching bag or something." Quatre remarked, joining
them, "not take his anger out on your body like that."
"Quatre's right." Trowa agreed.
"If you would..."
"Shut up, Wufei." Duo rolled his eyes. "You know it's all your fault
Heero got all worked up again. You just had to make that remark,
didn't you?"
"Well, it is disgusting. And unnatural." Wufei pointed out.
"Look, just because you were raised by a repressive..." Duo shot
back.
"How I was raised is none of your business." Wufei snapped, cutting
Duo off.
"Duo!" Heero called. "Come here!"
"You don't have to." Quatre told him.
Duo rose. "Yes, I do." he said, as he headed to wherever Heero was.
-----part 2-----
Quatre sat at the table the next morning, picking at his breakfast.
Duo walked in and sat down, wincing.
"He hurt you again."
Duo shrugged. "It's nothing." he replied. "Really. I don't mind. I
mean, after all, what are friends for?"
"Duo, if Heero was your friend, he wouldn't use you like he has been.
You've got a good heart and he's using that."
"How many people have I killed, Quatre?" Duo asked. "How many lives
have I destroyed? I deserve..."
"NO YOU DON'T!" Quatre screamed, slamming his fists down on the table
heart enough to make the dinnerware jump. "Damn it, Duo! You don't
deserve it! Yes, you've killed people. So has Heero. So have I. So
have Trowa and Wufei! We're fighter pilots, damn it! That's our job!
Duo, stop letting Heero use you! You're one of the best people I know
and I don't want him to hurt you anymore."
"Quatre, I appreciate it, but..."
"No buts, Duo." Quatre told him. "Next time Heero wants to use you as
a stress reliever, you tell him no. It's your body, Duo. You have the
right to tell him no."
Duo slumped over the table, resting his head on his arms.. "But I
need him, Quatre." he said. "When he touches me, it's the closest
thing to love..."
"If that's the closest thing to love you've experienced, then you've
a had a sorrier life than I thought." Quatre said, letting out a long
and sympathetic sigh.
The door flew open and Heero stormed in from his recon flight,
looking especially annoyed.
"Damned OZ pilots." he grumbled. "Duo. Bedroom. Now."
"I'm eating breakfast." Duo replied, returning his attention to his
meal.
Heero stormed over to him and grabbed him by the braid. "I said
*now*."
"Leave him alone, Heero." Quatre said, calmly. "Why don't you go do
some pushups or target practice and let Duo have a break?"
"I don't recall asking your opinion." Heero said. "Now, Duo. Either
you come to the bedroom or I'll just fuck you right here."
Duo caught Heero in the gut with his elbow, then turned to punch the
Perfect Soldier.
Heero caught Duo's arm and twisted it back. There was a loud snapping
sound and Duo screamed in pain as his arm broke.
Quatre tried to save Duo, but Heero knocked him out. Then Heero bent
Duo over the table and rammed into him, over and over. Then he
withdrew and went over to Quatre.
"Duo," he said, as he pulled off Quatre's pants and under shorts,
"this is your fault. I'm doing this because you disobeyed me. Now
watch while I fuck Quatre."
"NO!" Duo sobbed. "Don't hurt Quatre! Please! He's still a virgin!"
"Not for long!" Heero said as he positioned his cock against Quatre's
untouched opening.
Quatre slowly regained consciousness, but he was too dazed, too
shocked to fully comprehend what Heero was doing to him.
Duo wept for Quatre as he watched Heero force his erection into the
blond pilot. "It's my fault," he wept, "all my fault. Forgive me,
Quatre."
The last thing Duo heard as he blacked out was the sound of a weapon
being fired.
Wufei came running down the stairs and stared at the scenario in the
kitchen with a look of horror on his face. Duo lie on the floor,
unconscious with his pants and under shorts around his ankles and
blood trickling out of his nether passage, Quatre lie on his stomach
with Heero's lifeless body slumped over him, and Trowa stood in the
kitchen doorway, trembling and still holding his gun in his hand.
-----TBC-----