Perfect Part 12
This time Heero stayed until Duo left to hit the streets. Conversation was neutral and limited, both young men hesitant to bring their questions and suppositions into the open at such a critical time. In spite of that, or perhaps because of it, the silences were oddly comforting.
They watched television; Heero brought Chinese for lunch. Duo cleaned his gun and stropped his knife. Heero reassembled the weapon, surreptitiously checking to assure himself that it was in optimum condition should Duo need to use it. He watched as Duo dressed for the street, then brushed out and braided his long hair. He raised one eyebrow when Duo applied gloss to his already appealing lips.
"Why do you do that?" he asked.
Duo glanced his way to see if he was being critical, but found only curiosity. "It has a sunscreen, for one thing. Otherwise, just to look like I'm ready to drool on command." He smiled and ran the tip of his tongue over his upper lip. "If you were a horny john, wouldn't you want these lips wrapped around your cock?"
Heero frowned and considered, mostly to cover the embarrassment that didn't show. "I suppose so," he allowed slowly. "Does it work?"
"Oh, you bet!" He sat on the bed. "It's not just ego talking when I say that I'm a great whore. Eight years of practice didn't go to waste."
"You're not a whore; you're a Gundam pilot, Duo."
Duo stood up, grinning this time, a hard, brittle expression that didn't touch his eyes. "And they'll pay extra for that?"
"Duo..."
"Forget it, Heero. I'm okay. I know who and what I am. Just pulling your chain a little." He turned away to pick up his bag. "Hey, Heero," he asked, not looking at the other pilot. "Do ya think ya could manage to give me a hug 'fore I go? Just fer the helluvit."
A moment later, Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's shoulders and squeezed. Duo drew a deep shuddering breath and let it out slowly.
"Ya been taking lessons, Yuy?"
"Quatre is trying to convince me that hugs are necessary for emotional and psychological health. He grabs me whenever I walk in the door."
"Is... is it workin'?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't blown anything up in days, though."
"Good ol' Quatre," Duo laughed, slipping out of the embrace. "Good huntin', Heero. See ya after."
"Yes. Be careful."
~*~
Duo glanced again at the time and temp display down the street. Ten minutes later than the last time he looked.
Gotta stop this. It's gonna be hours yet before Heero does it. Relax, just relax. Slow deep breaths. Calm blue ocean. Oooommmm... Oooommmm...
I need something to DO.
He looked up the street, then down. No action. None at all.
Where the fuck IS everyone?! Is somebody GIVIN' it away, fer crissake?
He felt like throwing a hissy fit, he settled for throwing his wadded-up fast food bag at the garbage can, then he collapsed on a parking bumper.
"Blue!"
He looked up. Rose darted across the street, a look of urgency on his face. Duo stood up.
"What's up?"
"Hey. I gotta guy in like ten minutes, but he wants me to bring someone. Snow'll be at least an hour with his bubble bath guy. Can ya help me out? I know I still owe ya from last time --"
"Forget that," Duo interrupted. "I need somethin' to do. If I had walls, I'd be bouncin' off them. What does he like?" Yay! Distraction!
He dragged Rose into the shade and they huddled while Rose gave him a rundown on the trick's requirements.
"The other thing is," he finished slowly, "he's hung like a fuckin' horse." Duo raised one eyebrow; he'd heard that before. Rose shook his head though. "I'm serious. I told him the first time that if he hurt Snow I'd have his balls, but he was real careful. I don't think he'll hurt ya."
"Okay... What about you?"
Rose shrugged dismissively. "Me? Hell, I can handle it. Nothin' fragile 'bout me!" he laughed. "But yer sure ya don't mind the rest?"
Duo punched him lightly on the arm, grinning. "Hey, I'm lookin' forward to it! Accordin' to yer honey, yer all right." To his surprise, Rose blushed faintly and avoided his eyes.
"I dunno," he mumbled shyly. "It's jus', he's fer real, ya know."
Duo hooked his arm around Rose's waist to hug him, remembering as he did Heero's embrace of a few hours ago. "I know," he whispered. "Man, do I know."
~*~
Pure routine was Duo's thought after an hour at the trick's house. Sure it was a lot of leather and chains and weird restraints, but shit, he'd handled worse. The guy, Dan, he called himself, had no imagination. He had a catalog full of toys, but didn't have a clue about creative ways to use them. The most interesting part so far was getting fucked by Rose while Dan jacked off.
Whether it was his normal style or he was being tender because he liked Duo and considered him a friend, Duo wasn't prepared to guess. He felt only that if Rose made love to Snow with as much affection, as much delight and as much consideration, then Snow was probably the best-loved whore in the northwestern hemisphere. Duo repaid his kindness by giving back as much as he got from the young man.
Dan seemed to approve. He didn't give directions or make comments to spoil their performance (Duo couldn't honestly call it anything else, in spite of the affection between them), for all that he watched them greedily.
He'd already had Rose while Duo watched (the guy was heavily into watching!) and Duo figured his turn was coming. He wouldn't have thought about it if Rose's warning hadn't turned out to be true. The guy was huge! Even relaxed it made Duo flinch; at full attention, as it was now, his subconscious searched for a way to get through it without needing a trip to the trauma unit. He couldn't believe Rose survived it, although the look on his face after suggested that he wasn't too sure either.
Bigger might be better sometimes, but definitely not in this case. No wonder he hired whores; the guy couldn't get a real date with the threat of that monster hanging over his partner's head. Or ass.
But hey, whatever. Last night, last trick, and he was never doing this dance again. Screw the mads. Let 'em do their own streetwalkin' after this.
He returned his full attention to Rose and kissed the end of his nose lightly.
"Huh?" he muttered, focusing on Duo.
"Yer a good guy, Rose. Hope Snow really appreciates ya," he whispered.
Rose blushed and kissed him, hard, with tongue.
~*~
Duo's turn, when it came, was something he would always remember with distaste and revulsion. Not that he had anything against guys who were well endowed; most of them were reasonable and considerate. You couldn't go around traumatizing the whores you might want to hire again. You'd never get laid. But those were guys sporting 20 to 25cm; Dan was 30cm or more and a good 5cm in diameter!
Thank the God he didn't make Duo get on his knees; that would probably kill him.
Ah, crap... This is gonna hurt... I better get more than a 'good job, Duo' from Heero when I get back, or so help me, I'll punch him out and tap dance on his laptop! And if Wu-man so much as opens his mouth -- GEEZ!
Oh, yeah... This hurts...
Dan seemed to be making an effort not to hurt him, but it wasn't successful. Duo squeezed his eyes so tightly, he saw colors and shapes on his eyelids and he was sure he could hear his tooth enamel cracking. Go somewhere else, ordered the voice in his head.
Like where?! he snarled back.
But he dredged up his discipline and forced his thoughts onto something else, the most recent upgrade schematics for Deathscythe Hell.
Yeah... I can fall into this and never come back... I hope... Geez, Heero...
The diversion worked until Dan either lost control or just decided to hell with it.
Sudden, intense, burning pain razored across every nerve ending and back. Duo screamed, his body convulsed and he faded almost to black before coming back to the sound of Rose's angry voice.
"Goddammit! I told ya not to hurt 'im! Ya sonuvabitch! Blue! Blue! Fuck! Wake up!"
Dan was gone, that throbbing, drooling example of Cleopatra's Needle was gone as well, and all he felt was a burning pain that dulled even as he opened his eyes. For some stupid reason, he was embarrassed. He couldn't think why. Rose raised him to a sitting position, arms around him carefully.
"You okay?" he asked anxiously.
Duo looked at him, wishing he'd stop bobbling around like that and hold still. "Shit... I... I think so... What the hell...?"
Rose turned to Dan. "You bastard," he said very clearly. "If he's hurt, you're outta business in this town."
"Hey, I said I was sorry! Look, I was trying, I just slipped for a minute." He reached into a drawer and pulled out an envelope. "Another thousand... I'm done; won't happen again."
Rose glared at him. Duo's fog cleared off gradually and he remembered where he was and what happened. He looked at Dan.
"Two thousand."
Dan's jaw dropped.
"Or we are outta here in two minutes."
"Shit."
Duo struggled to his feet, swaying. Damn, he did hurt. "Hey, ya just put ME outta business fer a week! Fair is fair." Ya damned motherfuckin' asshole sonuvabitch, he growled to himself. He kept his eyes on Dan as the guy fidgeted and grumbled before adding another envelope.
"Satisfied?"
"Now I am," snapped the redhead, doing a quick count of the money in both envelopes. Yup, two thousand. I am not a happy little hentai yet, but I'm getting closer. He turned to Rose. "I'm okay fer other stuff."
Frowning, Rose nodded. "Okay." He turned to Dan. "If he's okay with it, I'm okay with it."
"Deal," agreed Dan with relief.
~*~
Bor-ing. He rolled his eyes as Dan took Rose through another supposedly erotic series of positions. What a loser. Even his idea of having Rose attach Duo to the "X" frame was lame. Of course, Rose had been careful to leave the straps loose enough not to chafe. He even nibbled a little at Duo's neck, teasing him because he couldn't get him back. The whore with a heart of gold, he smirked to himself.
He stretched some, rolling his shoulders and shifting his weight on his feet. It would have been more amusing if his ass didn't hurt so much. As it was, he was just bored. He sighed heavily.
"What's the matter with you?" Dan asked a few minutes later while Rose recovered from the latest gymnastics.
Duo shrugged. "I'm gonna miss my favorite TV show."
"For three thousand, I'd think you could stand to do that."
"I get bored easily."
Dan glared at him from inches away. "Smartass little cocksucker."
Duo shrugged again. "Takes one..."
Dan turned away angrily and yanked Rose to his feet. "I don't like your friend. He's got a bad attitude. Why didn't you bring the blond?"
Rose pulled free of his grip. "Ya think we sit around waitin' fer you? He's busy tonight. An' I think we're done." He turned away to retrieve his clothing.
"The fuck we are!" Dan swung a baseball bat at Rose's head.
"SHIT!" yelled Duo. "Rose, get me outta this!"
Rose ducked the swing and jumped back, trying to keep his eyes on Dan and find his way to Duo.
"You fuckin' piece of garbage!" yelled Dan. "All of you! Trash! Slime! I keep you sluts in business!"
"Ya piece 'a shit!" Rose threw his shirt at Dan, momentarily distracting him.
"GET ME OUTTA THIS!" He pulled hard on the straps that held him, heedless of the nylon cutting into his flesh. SHIT! Shitshitshit!
"Dirty little cocksucker!"
"FUCK YOU!" Rose threw a shoe that bounced off Dan's forehead. He let out a roar and charged, bat upraised.
Rose staggered, fell over a chair, recovered and tried again to dodge the swinging bat. Duo screamed in frustration, clawing at the straps that held him. Almost, almost...
OPEN, goddammit! God, HELP ME!!!
Dan swung the bat again and this time his aim was perfect. The solid wood struck Rose across the back. He screamed, and Duo heard the snap of his spine. Rose collapsed, howling, trying to crawl, to drag himself toward the door. Dan walked up to him, panting heavily. He wasn't used to having his toys fight back so well.
"You fuckin' CHIKAN!!!" Duo screamed. His wrists oozed blood from the nylon restraints that sawed at his skin as he twisted frantically. "NOOOO!!!"
Dan didn't hear him, wrapped in his pursuit of his victim. He knelt beside Rose, running his free hand over the boy's ravaged flesh. "You're past it, kid," he said lightly, but breathing heavily. "Sad, but true. You were a lot of fun for me; you and that cute little blond, but you see how it is." Without warning, he clenched his fist and rammed it into Rose. The boy whimpered, but didn't scream. His clouded eyes fixed on Duo, still fighting to free himself.
"Rose!" Blood began to seep from the whore's nose.
Dan pummeled him viciously. "You're getting too old, and nobody wants an old whore! Hey, I'm being kind here, cocksucker. Better to burn out than to rust, huh kid?" He pulled his fist out and licked his knuckles. "Yeah, you were pretty good in your time." He sat back on his heels, straddling Rose's legs. The teenager's fingers twitched on the tile. He tried to lift his hand; his lips parted in silent words, his gaze pleading with the braided pilot.
Duo shrieked in fury. Save him! screamed every nerve in his body. He's just a kid! You can't let him die like this! YOU CAN'T!!! You're a Gundam pilot, for hell's sake! DO SOMETHING!!! For once in your fuckin' useless life do something RIGHT for your friends!
Dan picked up the bat and flipped it around. "Nice knowing you, Rose," he said cheerfully. Then he slammed the end of the bat into Rose. His body convulsed once then fell still. Dan chuckled to himself. "Gotta know when it's time to go, slut."
"ROSE!!!" The wood of the frame splintered with Duo's frenzied efforts. He landed on his knees, already ripping loose the straps on his wrists and lunging for his bag. His gun was there, loaded and ready.
He's gone... It's too late... IT'S TOO FUCKIN' LATE, IDIOT!
But revenge... I can give him that...
You have no power... You're just their puppet, their slave... Everybody dies... Everybody dies, Shinigami, and IT'S ALL YOUR DOING!!!
NO!!!
He swung the gun up. "Dan!!! You fuckin' chikusho!!! Go to fuckin' HELL!!!"
Dan turned, frowning at the maddened youth, and Duo shot him once in the chest and again through his left eye, and then emptied the clip into his face.
He realised finally that the pin was clicking on nothing and dropped the gun. His gaze turned unwillingly to the boy lying in a pool of blood. "Oh, God..." he whimpered, crawling across the bloodied floor. "Rose, I'm sorry," he whispered, lifting the whore into his arms. "I'm sorry... I should've seen it coming... I'm supposed to know... It's -- it's my job to... know... My fault... It's my fault..." He hugged him tightly, rocking slowly on his knees.
God... What's WRONG with me?! I ruin everything I touch... Everyone...
You're cursed, whispered the hateful voice in the back of his mind. Everything you touch dies. The words ran round and round in his head. Cursedcursedcursed. Everybody DIES. One day HE'LL die, and that'll be your fault too.
Go away, he whimpered. Just go away....
I wanna go home, whined the frightened little boy inside him, the child who saw too much, knew too much, experienced too much. I'm scared! I wanna go home... Please, Lady... I'm scared...
Somehow, he found his phone and hit the speed dial. Someone answered, he didn't know whom. "Please," he whispered, "please come and get me. I wanna go home. I'm scared. Come and get me." He dropped the phone, not hearing its frantic squawking, and wrapped himself around Rose's limp form.
"Don't cry," he muttered to himself. "Don't cry. It's a weakness. Don't cry. They'll use it against you. Don't cry. They smell the fear. Don't cry." His eyes remained dry as he continued the resolute litany.
TBC...
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