DISCLAIMER: Bandai and Sunrise own all. I?m just borrowing the boys and their world. The story, however, is mine.
PAIRING: 2x1, 2x2, implied 3x4
CATEGORY: yaoi, angst, kink [rough sex], lemon, drama
WARNING: ANGST, dark subject matter [cutting],
references to OC NCS (not GW boys). This is NOT your
typical 2x1. **Please see previous parts for additional notes.
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SUMMARY: Heero's unique up-bringing and training has
instilled in him a special need, with Duo's help he
tries to manage it.
When It Hurts
Part Three: Development
by Dev-Aki Basaa
It seemed fairly universal. The first, the next, the
most recent. Insulation between the walls of
dormitories was non-existent. If Heero lay at just
the right angle, if he pressed his ear against the
cool plaster just a little harder, he could hear him.
Oh, he tried so hard to be quiet, but Heero could
still hear him.
It had been approximately two months since Heero had
appropriated parts from Deathscythe in deference to
his own Gundam and mission. After all Duo had done
for him, it was probably cruel and unforgivably rude,
and yet... Heero had felt spiteful. Did that make
any sense? Duo had done nothing wrong. He'd not
cajoled Heero into watching him pleasure himself that
first time. Or the time after that. Or the third.
Duo had not purposefully made Heero think and feel
things he neither wanted nor completely understood.
Yet Heero lashed out at Duo for those things all the
same. He wouldn't speak when spoken to, he didn't
follow when asked, and he scavenged from Duo's Gundam
-- the ultimate offence. By the time he'd left for
his mission, Heero was certain Duo Maxwell hated him.
All of which, was for the best.
So, when Heero had found himself enrolled at a new
boarding school, encountering a very familiar face and
braid, he had expected disdain, even contempt from the
other boy. Surely blatant anger. Perhaps a coming
fistfight (which Heero would have appreciated). That,
at least, would have made sense. Not... awkward
moments and mutual gazes that lingered just a little
too long. Not a sense of gravity drawing the two of
them together, crossing campus grounds not so much to
speak to each other, but just to be near. That wasn't
supposed to happen. Not at all. And not between him
Heero shifted against the wall again, listening,
straining to hear. Something. Anything.
From one school, they moved to another. Then another.
And then yet another and so on. For all intents and
purposes, the parallel transfers had been
coincidental. Yet, Heero knew he'd stalled long enough
this last time just so he could determine where Duo
was heading. Another time, he had reason to believe
Duo had followed him. So, perhaps not so
But for all this seeming connection between them,
nothing much had changed. They would bicker. Heero
would just walk away if Duo asked him not to. And Duo
still talked at him with a stream of barely connected
ideas while Heero only pretended not to listen -- and
sometimes didn't listen at all, but would think way
too much. His mind a jumble of questions and
resentments. Sometimes he would at least acknowledge
to himself that he... wanted. That Duo enticed him and
he wanted... from him....
And that was about as far as he might let his mind
travel on the subject.
Heero shifted closer to the wall. He knew if he
couldn't allow himself to even think certain things,
than this... spying was an effort in futility. It
would only build on the already existing fascination
he had with the other boy. But tonight, he would
allow himself this one last invasion. This little
thing, just one more time. He would stop listening
for him and his low moans of pleasure. Stop picturing
that look of pure ecstasy on Duo's face as he came.
He would stop...
Or maybe the day after.
Was it twisted? Considering who it was? Probably.
Did he know what to do about it? Not a clue.
However, that didn't change the facts. Fact: for the
past three months and four school transfers, whenever
Duo closed his eyes, Heero was there. Fact: when he
opened them, Mr. Stoic was still there. Fact: when he
lost himself in fantasy jerking off, Heero was somehow
part of that too. Even if he soiled his sheets in the
night, it was an image of Heero that lingered from his
fading wet dream. Maybe it was some fucked up version
of imprinting. Maybe it was just over exposure.
Maybe his hormones were way out of control.
But whatever it was, he couldn't get the other boy out
of his mind. Couldn't catch any distance without
breaching it again of his own accord. He couldn't
And, frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to.