Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Battered ❯ Chapter 7
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By: deathangel125 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
See first part for warnings.
They managed to keep Duo’s whereabouts a secret for over two months. After numerous heated discussions, he had gone back to work, providing he took on some temporary help. Seeing the man that would be his short-term mechanic had given Duo some bad moments, but when he discovered that the man had extensive experience with cars as well as being a bodyguard he had given in. It was either that or have Trowa going to work with him, and he felt that Trowa had been away from his own business for long enough.
It had taken several days for him to convince Trowa that he was fine with Chris, though he was still occasionally nervous about the man’s large size. To ensure he really was okay with the big man, Trowa had gotten Chris to come to the house and do some work in the yard, not agreeing with Duo’s decision to reopen the shop until he was positive that Duo would be okay with Chris’ presence.
For Duo, going back to the shop was a welcome reprieve. While he enjoyed being with Trowa and often missed him when they were apart, he had to admit that when he was around the tall man he couldn’t think clearly, and that was something that he desperately needed to do. He often thought he knew how he felt about Trowa, but then Trowa would touch him, or speak to him, or look at him, and all his certainties would disappear, leaving him baffled all over again.
Trowa’s admission of his feelings weeks before had come as a surprise, but only for a moment. It had only taken an instant for him to admit that he had been aware of Trowa’s feelings before he had spoken of them. He had forced the subject from his mind, though, believing that he wasn’t worthy of Trowa. He had seen the long looks, and had been hyper aware of the ease with which Trowa touched him. He had also already noticed how he felt when with Trowa, but had stopped himself from saying anything that would bind them together, needing to make certain of his feelings before admitting them.
They had settled into an easy routine once they had both returned to their jobs. Trowa would arrive minutes before he closed the shop for the day, then they would go to Trowa’s home, which was feeling more and more like Duo’s home every day. He would climb into the shower to wash off the grease and grime while Trowa started supper, then they would share the small details of their day while eating, talking of any plans they had for the next day.
After supper was finished, Duo would wash the dishes, Trowa expertly drying and putting them up. The tall man would then take his own shower, after which they would spend the rest of the evening with games, movies, or most often just talking. Occasionally they would either have Quatre and Wufei over to dinner, or go over to the couple’s house.
At the end of the day, no matter what they had done or where they had been, they would climb into the same bed. Duo’s nightmares had faded and rarely came now, but neither of them had made comment about continuing to sleep together, and silently Duo had to admit that it was one of his favorite parts of the day. Every night Trowa would pull him close, enfolding him in those long arms, keeping him safe as he fell asleep.
There had been no pressure from Trowa, in any form. If they were close he would brush a hand across Duo’s hair or weave their fingers together in a way that had Duo was beginning to expect. At times, a soft kiss would be placed on his hair, head, hands or lips until Duo realized that he wanted more than the fleeting contact he was being given.
It had taken him a lot longer to come to terms with his own feelings than it had been to understand that Trowa had meant what he had said. Sometimes at night he would lie awake, listening to the other man’s even breathing and compared the way he felt about Trowa to the way he had felt about Heero. For a while he had been ashamed that he could so easily turn from one man to another, but that faded when he discovered some things about himself.
Heero had controlled him and Duo had allowed it because he had truly loved the blue-eyed man. That love had begun to change the first time that Heero had hit him. Over time it had altered to the need to be accepted, and after that all hope was lost, replaced by fear and resignation. Now he was only scared of Heero and his insane rage.
With Trowa, Duo felt whole. He wasn’t expected to change who or what he was. When Trowa had said his love was given freely and needed no payment he had honestly meant it. That was proven every day they were together, in a dozen small ways. The one time Trowa had seen Duo in deep conversation with a customer, he had only exhibited a mild curiosity. When Duo had begun to explain, he had merely shook his head and kissed Duo, telling him that it didn’t matter, then asking if he had any preferences for dinner.
Duo was starting to see that Trowa was a reserved person by nature, mostly keeping his thoughts and emotions to himself. It was only around Duo that he felt free enough to share what he was thinking or offer a hug for no reason. Duo had been rather stunned on a shopping trip when Trowa’s hand had linked with his even though some people had stopped and stared. He had asked Trowa about it later. The tall man had blushed darkly, mumbling that he had needed to touch Duo, it hadn’t mattered where they were.
While he wanted to tell Trowa how he felt, he knew there was one last hurdle before he could feel in control of his life. He needed the pride he had lost back, and the only way to do that was by facing Heero one last time.
The very idea scared him to death.
It was too easy to recall how much it had hurt when Heero had hit him, the memories of Heero standing over him that last night too vivid in his mind. Not sure at all that he wouldn’t cower when seeing Heero again, he continued to put it off, telling himself that it was best to wait.
He put it off for too long.
Two months after Heero had beat him with every intention of killing him, Duo was in the shop with Chris, working on a stubborn motor that had been giving a customer problems. For the last few days, he had felt a creepy sensation that someone was watching him, but he ignored it after several days of being on edge, attributing the feeling to his expectation. Even now, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, but he didn’t really think he was in any danger while in the garage with Chris, who was big enough to stop even the most determined maniac.
On the opposite side of the truck, Chris smiled at him over the engine, “You gonna close early tomorrow? The wife wants me to take her to some ballet.”
Imagining the huge man sitting in the audience and watching the graceful dancers was enough to make Duo forget his discomfort. Grinning back, he commented, “It shouldn’t be a problem. We don’t have anything pressing until next week, and Trowa said something about a surprise this weekend.”
“You two are good together,” Chris commented easily. Aware of the circumstances behind Duo’s need for a bodyguard, he added, “I hope after all this is over you choose to stay with him.” As if sensing Duo’s discomfort, he changed the subject. “I was going to tell you not to put anything off on my account. I could always work after you leave tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit to miss a ballet.” The smile Chris was wearing disappeared in an instant, his eyes wide on something behind Duo.
Seeing the change, Duo braced for the attack, cursing himself for not paying more attention to his instincts. When his braid was yanked hard enough to force his head back, he let out a pained groan. There was no surprise when he saw Heero, but his eyes widened when he saw the gun being pointed at Chris. “If you fight me, he dies. Get it, Duo?”
He tried to nod, but his head was held immobile, “I get it,” he ground out through his teeth, more from anger than pain.
Almost instantly he was being drug through the shop, then shoved into Heero’s car on the passenger side, sliding behind the steering wheel without having to be told. “You drive. If you get any funny ideas-”
“You’ll shoot Chris. I get that, Heero. Where are we going?”
“Just drive,” Heero stated, slamming the door behind him, keeping the gun aimed at the large man that had started to move across the garage.
Risking a glance, Duo nearly panicked when he realized that Heero didn’t look sane. There was a light in the cobalt eyes that spoke of madness, and his hair, normally mussed, appeared to be missing in some areas. Pulling out of the lot, Duo had time to look back briefly, and saw Chris talking rapidly into a phone.
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They managed to keep Duo’s whereabouts a secret for over two months. After numerous heated discussions, he had gone back to work, providing he took on some temporary help. Seeing the man that would be his short-term mechanic had given Duo some bad moments, but when he discovered that the man had extensive experience with cars as well as being a bodyguard he had given in. It was either that or have Trowa going to work with him, and he felt that Trowa had been away from his own business for long enough.
It had taken several days for him to convince Trowa that he was fine with Chris, though he was still occasionally nervous about the man’s large size. To ensure he really was okay with the big man, Trowa had gotten Chris to come to the house and do some work in the yard, not agreeing with Duo’s decision to reopen the shop until he was positive that Duo would be okay with Chris’ presence.
For Duo, going back to the shop was a welcome reprieve. While he enjoyed being with Trowa and often missed him when they were apart, he had to admit that when he was around the tall man he couldn’t think clearly, and that was something that he desperately needed to do. He often thought he knew how he felt about Trowa, but then Trowa would touch him, or speak to him, or look at him, and all his certainties would disappear, leaving him baffled all over again.
Trowa’s admission of his feelings weeks before had come as a surprise, but only for a moment. It had only taken an instant for him to admit that he had been aware of Trowa’s feelings before he had spoken of them. He had forced the subject from his mind, though, believing that he wasn’t worthy of Trowa. He had seen the long looks, and had been hyper aware of the ease with which Trowa touched him. He had also already noticed how he felt when with Trowa, but had stopped himself from saying anything that would bind them together, needing to make certain of his feelings before admitting them.
They had settled into an easy routine once they had both returned to their jobs. Trowa would arrive minutes before he closed the shop for the day, then they would go to Trowa’s home, which was feeling more and more like Duo’s home every day. He would climb into the shower to wash off the grease and grime while Trowa started supper, then they would share the small details of their day while eating, talking of any plans they had for the next day.
After supper was finished, Duo would wash the dishes, Trowa expertly drying and putting them up. The tall man would then take his own shower, after which they would spend the rest of the evening with games, movies, or most often just talking. Occasionally they would either have Quatre and Wufei over to dinner, or go over to the couple’s house.
At the end of the day, no matter what they had done or where they had been, they would climb into the same bed. Duo’s nightmares had faded and rarely came now, but neither of them had made comment about continuing to sleep together, and silently Duo had to admit that it was one of his favorite parts of the day. Every night Trowa would pull him close, enfolding him in those long arms, keeping him safe as he fell asleep.
There had been no pressure from Trowa, in any form. If they were close he would brush a hand across Duo’s hair or weave their fingers together in a way that had Duo was beginning to expect. At times, a soft kiss would be placed on his hair, head, hands or lips until Duo realized that he wanted more than the fleeting contact he was being given.
It had taken him a lot longer to come to terms with his own feelings than it had been to understand that Trowa had meant what he had said. Sometimes at night he would lie awake, listening to the other man’s even breathing and compared the way he felt about Trowa to the way he had felt about Heero. For a while he had been ashamed that he could so easily turn from one man to another, but that faded when he discovered some things about himself.
Heero had controlled him and Duo had allowed it because he had truly loved the blue-eyed man. That love had begun to change the first time that Heero had hit him. Over time it had altered to the need to be accepted, and after that all hope was lost, replaced by fear and resignation. Now he was only scared of Heero and his insane rage.
With Trowa, Duo felt whole. He wasn’t expected to change who or what he was. When Trowa had said his love was given freely and needed no payment he had honestly meant it. That was proven every day they were together, in a dozen small ways. The one time Trowa had seen Duo in deep conversation with a customer, he had only exhibited a mild curiosity. When Duo had begun to explain, he had merely shook his head and kissed Duo, telling him that it didn’t matter, then asking if he had any preferences for dinner.
Duo was starting to see that Trowa was a reserved person by nature, mostly keeping his thoughts and emotions to himself. It was only around Duo that he felt free enough to share what he was thinking or offer a hug for no reason. Duo had been rather stunned on a shopping trip when Trowa’s hand had linked with his even though some people had stopped and stared. He had asked Trowa about it later. The tall man had blushed darkly, mumbling that he had needed to touch Duo, it hadn’t mattered where they were.
While he wanted to tell Trowa how he felt, he knew there was one last hurdle before he could feel in control of his life. He needed the pride he had lost back, and the only way to do that was by facing Heero one last time.
The very idea scared him to death.
It was too easy to recall how much it had hurt when Heero had hit him, the memories of Heero standing over him that last night too vivid in his mind. Not sure at all that he wouldn’t cower when seeing Heero again, he continued to put it off, telling himself that it was best to wait.
He put it off for too long.
Two months after Heero had beat him with every intention of killing him, Duo was in the shop with Chris, working on a stubborn motor that had been giving a customer problems. For the last few days, he had felt a creepy sensation that someone was watching him, but he ignored it after several days of being on edge, attributing the feeling to his expectation. Even now, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, but he didn’t really think he was in any danger while in the garage with Chris, who was big enough to stop even the most determined maniac.
On the opposite side of the truck, Chris smiled at him over the engine, “You gonna close early tomorrow? The wife wants me to take her to some ballet.”
Imagining the huge man sitting in the audience and watching the graceful dancers was enough to make Duo forget his discomfort. Grinning back, he commented, “It shouldn’t be a problem. We don’t have anything pressing until next week, and Trowa said something about a surprise this weekend.”
“You two are good together,” Chris commented easily. Aware of the circumstances behind Duo’s need for a bodyguard, he added, “I hope after all this is over you choose to stay with him.” As if sensing Duo’s discomfort, he changed the subject. “I was going to tell you not to put anything off on my account. I could always work after you leave tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit to miss a ballet.” The smile Chris was wearing disappeared in an instant, his eyes wide on something behind Duo.
Seeing the change, Duo braced for the attack, cursing himself for not paying more attention to his instincts. When his braid was yanked hard enough to force his head back, he let out a pained groan. There was no surprise when he saw Heero, but his eyes widened when he saw the gun being pointed at Chris. “If you fight me, he dies. Get it, Duo?”
He tried to nod, but his head was held immobile, “I get it,” he ground out through his teeth, more from anger than pain.
Almost instantly he was being drug through the shop, then shoved into Heero’s car on the passenger side, sliding behind the steering wheel without having to be told. “You drive. If you get any funny ideas-”
“You’ll shoot Chris. I get that, Heero. Where are we going?”
“Just drive,” Heero stated, slamming the door behind him, keeping the gun aimed at the large man that had started to move across the garage.
Risking a glance, Duo nearly panicked when he realized that Heero didn’t look sane. There was a light in the cobalt eyes that spoke of madness, and his hair, normally mussed, appeared to be missing in some areas. Pulling out of the lot, Duo had time to look back briefly, and saw Chris talking rapidly into a phone.
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