Captured by Feelings

Title: Captured by Feelings 6/?
Author: Sana

Pairing: 1x2

Warnings: angst, sap, lemon, AU, OOC

Archive: The Bitter Taste of Tears: www.geocities.com/sana1x2/

http://www.fanfiction.net under Sanashi
A Jester's Mask: http://www.stormpages.com/deathangel02/fanfic.html

Wistful Eyes http://www.stormpages.com/wistfuleye/

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will.

Their faces slowly inched toward each other until they were so close Heero could feel Duo's warm breath on his face. Just as their lips were a whisper apart, a bird cried out suddenly just outside the house, breaking the spell.

Duo's eyes widened, realization hitting him hard, and he pushed Heero away with both of his hands. Caught off guard, the Japanese boy lost his balance, landing back first on the floor, wincing as the pain shot through him.

"Get off of me!" Screamed the braided young man and crawled to the other side of the mattress, trembling. What had just happened? What was wrong with him? He was about to kiss his kidnapper! What disturbed him even more was how much he wanted to do it.

/What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get out of here!/

Slowly he rose and headed for the door. Heero, who was still lying on the floor, drowning in the emotions the other boy evoked in him, noticed the boy moving toward the door. Immediately jumping to his feet, he grabbed Duo's hand to stop him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm leaving!"

Heero looked at him incredulously, "You think I'm just gonna let you leave like that?"

Duo paused and turned to the cobalt eyed boy, looking somewhat confused.

"Well, no... I thought... I..."

What had he been thinking anyway? His plan had been to escape while Heero has been away, but now that he'd returned what could he do? Being pinned down by that perfectly muscular body has erased every possible plan from Duo's head. He knew that what he had just tried was stupid; the other boy would never simply let him walk away, but he knew he had to get away from the cobalt eyed boy. And he had to do it soon, before his feelings got the best of him.

He glared at Heero and wrenched his hand away.

"Okay! I'm not going anywhere, just let go of me!"

He walked to the bed and sat down, gazing up at Heero who was still standing by the door.

"So, are you gonna ask for ransom soon? I don't feel like spending much more time in this place."

"What?"

"You heard me! I know my parents will pay as much as you ask them to, so just do it! That way we'll both be happy. You'll get the money and I won't have to look at you anymore."

"You think this is about money?"

"Of course it is! What else could you want? It's the main reason why people are kidnapped. Don't try to deny that."

Heero just stared. He wasn't like that. He didn't care about the money, he hadn't thought of it even once. How could Duo say that? But then again, how was Duo supposed to know? The braided boy knew nothing about him.

"No! You're wrong! I don't care about your stupid money!"

"Yeah, sure. You were just lonely and kidnapped me for company," came the sarcastic reply.

"If you care to listen, I can tell you my reasons. I'm not a maniac, I assure you. I don't even think I'm a bad person."

His voice was firm, but pleading and, above all, sincere.

"Well, if you want me to listen, you can start by telling me your name."

"It's Heero. I can't tell you my last name, because that way it would be too easy to catch me."

Duo nodded, and he started his story. He told the long haired boy all about his past. He explained how his family had come to live in America, he described how difficult their life had been, and finally he told Duo what had happened to end their lives. And the boy listened intently, his eyes locked with the intense cobalt ones. His heart ached for the dark haired boy, but it still didn't explain anything.

"I'm sorry about your parents, but it doesn't explain why you kidnapped me."

"I was getting to that... As I said, my parents were killed in a car accident..."

Duo nodded, silently urging him to continue, keeping in mind how hard it must be for Heero to talk about that.

"The driver... It was... It was your father."

Duo's mouth fell open as he stared blankly at Heero. His whole body started shaking and his breathing became shallow.

"How... How dare you? My father is not a killer!" He screamed, jumping off the bed.

No, it couldn't be true. It just couldn't. His father was a good, kind man, a respected businessman, a caring, loving father and husband. He was almost perfect, there was no way he could be a murderer. /When he's not drunk./ A voice in Duo's mind reminded him. /What about when he has too much to drink? Remember Hellen's screams as he slammed her into the wall. Remember how many times she begged him not to hurt you. Remember her trying to cover the bruises and cuts on her face before leaving the house. Remember when he tried to... Oh God!/

Duo closed his eyes, forgetting about the Japanese boy, the dirty old house, and everything he wanted to say as the memories washed over him. They played over his closed eyelids like a movie, reminding him of the bad moments in his childhood. The ones he tried so hard to forget.

Yes... It was possible. When he was drunk, Solo Maxwell was able to do anything. He was nothing like his usual self. And that was too much for Duo. He fainted, a slightly nasal voice echoing in the distance.

Heero watched as the violet eyes closed, as anguish married the beautiful face, and as the boy's fists clenched tightly. The lithe form started trembling, worrying Heero even more. He knew Duo wouldn't take it well, but this was worse than he'd expected. Hesitantly he moved away from the door and made his way to the shivering figure of his captive.

When he was at an arm's reach, he stopped and looked at the frowning heart shaped face. Duo didn't seem to notice him. Ever so slowly, Heero moved his hand and placed it on the other boy's shoulder. Nothing. Taking both of Duo's shoulders in his hands, he shook slightly, worry increasing by a minute.

"Are you ok?" he asked, a hint of worry finding it's way into his voice. The amethyst orbs opened only for a split of a second before closing again, and the next thing he knew, he had an unconscious boy in his arms.

This was the third time already, and with each time it became harder for Heero to let go. He was starting to get used to the feel of that lithe body in his arms, the feel of the silken strands under his fingers and he wanted to feel it forever. But he didn't have a choice, so he walked to the bed and lowered the boy to the dusty mattress, reluctantly pulling away.

Heero sat on the makeshift bed and watched the rise and fall of Duo's chest, as the boy breathed. Why did he care so much? He'd known the chestnut haired boy for just a little over a day, so when had he come to love him? Was there really a thing such as love at first sight? It sounded so naive and impossible to the way of thinking harsh reality had imposed on him from such a young age. Just fuel for the romance novels he'd always despised. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he loved Duo with all his heart.

Heero knew he should have gone and picked up the things he had brought from his apartment and left by the front door, but he just couldn't make himself leave the boy, who was now peacefully sleeping on the bed. So he rested his back against the wall and waited for Duo to wake up.

"Winner! In my office, now!"

Placing the coffee mug on the desk, Quatre stood, and quickly made his way to the chief's office. He probably wanted to know the progress of the Maxwell case, and he wasn't going to be happy. Quatre frowned. He really didn't feel like being yelled at and called incapable, just because the chief had the whole Maxwell Corporation on his back, urging him to find the boy as soon as possible. And it seemed as if the boy had simply vanished. No one saw him after he'd left the school.

When he reached the door, Quatre paused for a second before pushing it open. The chief, who had been pacing around the room nervously, stopped and turned to the door as he heard Quatre enter.

His coal black hair was pulled back in a pony tail reaching a little past his shoulders. Quatre could see worry and exhaustion on the other man's face, as well as the dark circles around his eyes.

The chief, Chang Wufei, was born in a respectable Chinese family. His parents were well known scientists and they wanted their son to follow in their footsteps. But Wufei had other things in mind, disappointing his parents and losing his inheritance. That's why he had to work hard and earn his own living.

As he was a good officer and dedicated to his work, he had progressed fast, already becoming police chief at the age of twenty five. Many officers jealously envied him, others strove to emulate him, but everyone had to agree he was good at his job.

Wufei moved around his huge desk, generously littered with files and papers, and eased himself in his leather chair, not once taking his eyes off Quatre. His office was quite large, but for the most part empty. The only pieces of furniture were the table, his chair and another pair of chairs. Without saying a word, Wufei gestured to one of the chairs and Quatre moved across the room, the carpet silencing his steps. He sat and waited for the Chinese man to speak. It didn't take long.

"Is there anything new in the Maxwell case? Any leads?"

Typical Wufei, cutting in straight to the point. Quatre almost smiled.

"No, sir. We're doing our best. The officers are interviewing the children, I went to talk to Mrs. Maxwell, and the others are searching the city..."

"Then how is it that you can't find him? He has to be somewhere! People can't just vanish into thin air, Winner! You're not searching hard enough!"

"But sir, all of are men are on this..."

"Then you're not searching into the right places! Remember that this boy is the son of Solo Maxwell. You have to find him and you have to do it fast! Otherwise we might all lose our jobs, and I can't let that happen. I have a family to think of."

Quatre nodded. Just recently the Chinese man had gotten married to his long time girlfriend Meiran, inviting the entire department to the wedding. Remembering how the chief had blushed as he'd kissed the bride while everyone applauded made Quatre smile. They were so sweet together.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Um, it's nothing, sir. I just remembered something." He paused, blushing. After a few moments he continued.

"We will try harder, sir. We will find him."

"Alright. Dismissed."

Without uttering another word, the blond man stood and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Eyelids slowly fluttered open as Hellen woke up. It was the first time she'd slept in two days. Her body hadn't been able to take it anymore. All the worrying and crying had exhausted her completely and she had slumped on the bed, asleep in the instant her head had touched the pillow.

Quickly she dressed and left the room in search of Sara. The old woman was in the garden watering the roses when Hellen found her.

"Hello, Sara."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Maxwell."

"What time is it?"

"About 4 PM."

"Oh my! I've slept for five hours!"

"You needed rest, ma'am. It's a good thing you did."

"Did someone from the police call while I was asleep?"

"No, ma'am. No one."

Hellen frowned. "They're really slow. They hadn't found anything in two days. I talked to Solo and he said he's in touch with them, making sure they are doing their best. But this just isn't good enough!"

"Maybe you should find a private detective?"

Hellen turned the suggestion over in her head for some time before deciding.

"I think you're right. I'll try to find someone. Thank you, Sara."

"I'm always glad to help."

The old woman smiled weakly before returning to her work.

Hours had passed and Duo had continued to sleep. Through the window Heero could see the setting sun and hear the crickets chirruping. In the horizon of the darkening sky he could see a glimpse of the moon and a couple of bright stars. The color of the sky was a mix of black and blue with a slight shade of red, a sight he was never able to see in the city from all the skyscrapers that blocked the view of the night sky.

The beautiful scene, framed by the window just for him, was forgotten when Duo gasped and sat bolt up right on the bed. His eyes were huge, looking as if they were about to pop out of his face any moment, and his breathing came hard. Strange. He had appeared to have been sleeping peacefully, while obviously suffering from a nightmare. Tears started streaming down the heart shaped face as he looked around the room frantically. The amethyst eyes fixed on Heero who was looking at him worriedly. Without thinking, he flung himself into the Japanese boy's arms whimpering, "I'm sorry," over and over again. His hands circled around Heero's neck as he buried his face in the other boy's chest and cried.

At first, Heero didn't know what to do or how to react, but then, tentatively, he moved his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him closer in a warm and comforting embrace.

Neither of them knew how long they sat like that, content in each other's arms before Duo spoke. His words came out as a whisper, strangled between the sobs.

"How could he do such a thing? How could he? Are you absolutely sure it was my father?"

Duo felt the other boy nod, and his heart sank even more.

"How? How do you know?" He managed to say.

"I have a friend in the police... He told me."

"Oh. So the police is involved too."

"No. He doesn't know you're with me."

Heero's words were followed by silence. Nothing was said for a while, until Duo decided to end the eerie silence.

"You know, you still haven't told me why I'm here... You wanted to avenge your parents' death by getting the money out of my father?"

Heero tightened his grip around the braided boy.

"No! This is not about money, I told you that. I wanted to make your father feel what I felt when I lost my parents. At least for a little while, before I return you home."

"And when is that?" He asked, suddenly realizing that he didn't want to leave. For the first time after what seemed like forever, he was happy and content. He really didn't want to return to that huge lonely mansion he had never liked in the first place. This was where he belonged, his real home. Right here in the strong arms of this dark haired boy.

"I don't know. I understand that you want to go home to your family right away, but please understand me-"

Duo placed a finger over his mouth, silencing him.

"And what if I want to stay?"

He said those words so softly, Heero could barely hear them, even as he felt the boy's lips tremble with the words against his ear. Had he heard that right? No, it couldn't be. He pulled away slightly, just enough to see Duo's face. The boy was smiling shyly, his cheeks flushed, and Heero gave him the only answer he could- he kissed him.

Heero moved forward slowly, all the time looking into the amethyst depths, searching for any sign of rejection. Finding none, he inched forward and after what seemed like an eternity, their lips met.

The kiss was tender and loving, but it evoked feelings stronger than either of them thought possible. Slowly Duo's lips parted, inviting Heero's tongue inside. He eagerly obeyed, tasting Duo's hot mouth, slowly moving around it, memorizing it. They held each other tightly, tongues moving in a slow dance, finally remembering they had to breathe.

Duo pulled away reluctantly and smiled at the other boy. He could feel Heero's fingers in his hair, playing with it and marveling at the texture.

"You are so beautiful." Duo heard him say, and felt himself blush.

Reaching out a hand, he pulled at Heero's shirt mischievously with one finger. Heero smiled and kissed him again.

End of part 6