Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Some Way Back ❯ Gun Games ( Chapter 7 )

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~and words in between~ indicates thought

Italics- song words hehe…the song is Electrical Storm by U2…kinda makes guest appearances throughout the story…italics don't seem to want to work so ^^ comes before and after song lyrics^^

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Some Way Back : Gun Game

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Duo sat on his bed in the dorm of the school they were taking refuge in, trying so hard to concentrate on the assignment in front of him and ignore the boy…his lover…who was methodically dissembling and reassembling his gun and cleaning it in between.

Click, clack…Click Click…

Swwsshhh Swwsshhh
Click Clack…Click Click

Click, clack…Click Click…

Swwsshhh Swwsshhh
Click Clack…Click Click

Duo threw the book down and sat up on the bed glaring at Heero. The perfect soldier didn't seem to notice. The gun in Heero's hands shone…it was beautiful. Duo loved that gun. He watched his lover with rapt attention, not able to take his eyes off that gun…he gulped a little…

Click, clack…Click Click…

Swwsshhh Swwsshhh
Click Clack…Click Click

Click, clack…Click Click…

Swwsshhh Swwsshhh
Click Clack…Click Click

And lost it.

"Heero!!!"

The Japanese boy looked up, mild surprise etched on his face. "Hn?"

"Do you have any idea how much of a turn on that is? You're playing with cold, hard, deadly steel and making me endure watching you do it." When there is something just as hard but warm that you could be wrapping your hands around. But Duo didn't add that bit, he just thought it in his head.

Heero frowned…"Sorry Duo…I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable. Do you want to hold it?"

Duo started…Did Heero have any idea what he was saying. Looking at the blue eyed boy he thought he probably didn't. Then it registered. Heero had offered to let him…Duo, the baka…play with his number one prized possession: his custom made handgun. Duo tentatively reached out his hands, and Heero placed the gun into them. In the six months since they found each other, they had grown much closer…and now with the war threatening to come to an end…Duo felt he needed his stoic partner more than ever. Heero held the despair at bay that threatened to engulf Duo so often…and he needed him in a way he had never imagined himself needing anyone. They were war veterans in teenage bodies…no one but one of them… could understand what the boys had been through.

Duo weighed the precious gun in his hands and looked at Heero.

"Want to clean it for me?" Heero's voice was soft…and the request was paramount to asking Duo to throw a knife at a peanut on his head. That gun meant everything to Heero…just like Duo's hair meant everything to him.

Duo took it apart almost reverently and looked up to see Heero frowning. He felt a little flustered. "What's wrong Hee-chan?"

"You should take it apart faster…sometimes speed is important."

Duo shrugged and put it back together…taking it a part again, this time faster he looked up at Heero and smiled.

"Still not very fast."

Duo got a little pissed…"And just how do you do it faster Mr Perfect?"

"Here…I'll show you…"

And Heero had shown Duo how to do it faster.

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On his bed Duo threw himself onto his other side…eyes still glazed as he tried in vain to escape the memories.

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It was a year after the war ended. It was the day their game began. Heero had come home from a day in the office, pissed off that he had been stuck behind the desk all day paper pushing. The discovery of Duo sitting on the bedroom floor, trying to dissemble and reassemble Heero's gun as fast as he could, made the Japanese boy smile.

Duo swore and glared at the gun and Heero couldn't help but chuckle. Pissed off or not Duo, had been highly strung since the end of the war, and almost succeeded in putting a bullet through the man he loved, stopping his finger from pulling the trigger just in time.

"Oh Hee-chan." He smiled sheepishly…"Guess I didn't hear you come in…sorry. How was work…you look beat…I got sent home…something about finishing the three hacks I had in my inbox before midday and them not being able to find anything else for me to do… you…" Heero didn't let him get any further. The blue-eyed boy found the best way to shut up his violet eyed beauty was to kiss him. So he had done just that.

"Bad day Duo…I just feel like kicking the shit out of something."

Duo hid the flinch well. Sometimes that was a bad thing…but Heero had been relatively good those last six months.

Heero reached down and removed the gun from Duo's hands thoughtfully. Duo watched him. "Hey Duo…want to play a game?"

"What sort of game Hee-chan?" Violet eyes were curious.

"A gun game…with this gun."

Duo raised a delicate eyebrow. "How do we play…what are the rules?"

Heero quickly dissembled the gun with lightening fast fingers and walked into the living room. He placed the gun on the far side of the room, leaving furniture and obstacles in its path. Duo frowned and Heero held up a hand as he came back to the entrance into the room.

"The object of the gun game is to obtain the gun before I can stop you, reassemble it and aim it at me."

Duo looked like he was about to protest, but Heero barreled on.

"The rules of the gun game are as follows. I may use whatever means necessary to stop you from obtaining the gun, and you may use whatever means necessary to obtain it.

"The reward of the gun game is that the loser has to do whatever the winner wants him too."

Duo grinned…"I can handle that."

Heero smirked and it wasn't a very nice smirk at all…his eyes seemed to be hiding anger and Duo did his best not to let it effect him.

"We start here?"

Heero nodded, and the look he gave Duo was purely predatory…and Duo couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine.

They stood behind the couch. Heero looked over at him. "On three…One… two…three"

Duo went to jump over the couch and found himself caught by the waist in mid flight and flung back against the wall. Of course by the time he got over being winded Heero already had the gun reassembled and pointed at his head.

Duo grumbled…"So I guess you meant it when you said…do anything necessary…Best two out of three Heero."

Heero's eyes were locked and he nodded…face not expressing anything. It worried Duo, but he was determined not to let the perfect soldier beat him at this. Duo stood, shaking his limbs out…Heero hadn't pulled any strength and had really shoved him into that wall hard.

Again Heero looked over at him. "On three…One… two… three."

This time Duo snaked over to the side but as he came around the other side of the couch Heero surprised him by full body tackling him. He went down in a flurry of arms and braid…his head hitting the coffee table and dazing him. When he opened his eyes the barrel of Heero's gun was pointed at his face.

"I win." Heero's face was closed to him, and Duo's head was swimming. "I claim my prize."

Duo attempted to smile up at Heero. "Ok Hee-chan… you won fair and square this time. What is my mission?" He smiled trying to lighten the serious mood that had come over his lover…but it didn't penetrate Heero's icy gaze. Duo grew cold.

"Hee-chan…?"

"Fight me Duo."

"What?"

Heero hauled the chestnut haired boy up off the floor and looked into those purple depths…"Fight me." He pushed Duo towards the bedroom, aiming the gun at him. "That's my prize… I need…tension relief."

Duo relaxed a little…he just wanted a training bout. Shaking his somewhat dizzy head, Duo heaved a sigh of relief…he was pretty sure he could give Heero that.

But Heero wasn't just going to have a training bout…and Duo realized it too late. His lover was angry…he needed an outlet…a punching bag…and Duo had walked into that need perfectly. Head being a little dizzy probably didn't help the situation either, but Duo couldn't seem to block more than half the punches and kicks that Heero was raining down on him. His slender body reacted dimly as he felt one of his ribs crack, and he fell forward onto his knees spitting blood. Again Heero leant down and hoisted the shorter boy up by his shirt…throwing him onto the bed. It seemed to Duo that Heero's intentions had changed…and it was probably a good thing, Duo didn't think that his body would be able to take much more.

Hot Heero kisses covered Duo's neck as eager hands ripped off the shirt he was wearing. Eyes closing wearily Duo let his lover ravish him. The pain in his chest from his ribs, made Heero's unlubricated fast penetration seem like a slight pinch. Continuing to ravish Duo's neck Heero pumped in and out of his longhaired lover, not noticing that Duo was unusually unresponsive. One last time Heero slammed into his lover, seed spilling deep inside before unconsciousness claimed the violet-eyed boy.

Heero had stopped, out of breath, stroking Duo's hair and whispering, "I love you" into his soft neck. He frowned…as the exhaustion took away the blinding rage he had had. Something wasn't right and he knew it. Slowly he raised himself off Duo and scrambled back at what he saw. Punch and kick marks all over that alabaster chest made Heero recoil as he remembered laying into his lover like a punching bag. How was Duo ever going to forgive him this time. And he had done it again… he hadn't used lube and he knew that if he looked Duo would be bleeding…again.

"What have I done?"

The rational part that was Heero's brain told him to get up and get a wet cloth from the bathroom…that the blood trickling from Duo's lips and between his legs needed to be cleaned up. So Heero did just that, while taking in all the colours that the flesh was turning; reds, purples, blacks and blues.

^^let's see colours that have never been seen
let's go to places no one else has been^^

A couple of hours passed and evening had set in, before Duo fluttered those large purple orbs open. His gaze fell directly on Heero, and the Prussian blue eyes that had been crying. He reached out a hand to Heero. "Feel better love?"

Heero's eyes widened in shock and he stuttered in a small voice. "I am fine…but I did it again."

"Its ok…Hee-chan…I know your training…it still…kicks in from time to time…" Duo found it a little difficult to breath.

Heero had run a hand down Duo's face and looking into those Violet eyes with a fierce passion, he had intoned his litany. "I love you Duo…I promise I will do my best to never hurt you ever again…I love you my baka, I will never let anyone hurt you, I will never leave you alone."

Duo smiled…he knew Heero tried…he really knew Heero tried. "That's ok Heero…just one thing…"

Heero looked at him seriously. "Anything Duo."

Duo giggled a little but it hurt too much so he stopped. "I will get good enough at that gun game…and then you will be doing things you never imagined."

Heero had smiled…and Duo had fallen back to sleep.

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Duo groaned…his head felt like it was full of sawdust. He rolled on his pull out bed…knowing that, at least for the moment, he was in control of his feelings again. Shakily he got to his feet and looked at his watch…it had passed 9 pm and he frowned that he had been out of it for so long. He needed to call Quat…he needed those damn pills and he needed them now. With Heero alive he had never had to think about them…angry at Heero having left him when he knew how much Duo needed him, Duo remembered sitting in the psychiatrist's office with Heero holding his hand while the man read the diagnosis to both of them.

Quoting from memory Duo mocked the psychiatrist's voice out loud as he walked to the phone.

""The clinical reality of manic-depressive illness is far more lethal and infinitely more complex than the current psychiatric nomenclature, bipolar disorder, would suggest. Cycles of fluctuating moods and energy levels serve as a background to constantly changing thoughts, behaviors, and feelings. The illness encompasses the extremes of human experience. Thinking can range from florid psychosis, or "madness," to patterns of unusually clear, fast and creative associations, to retardation so profound that no meaningful mental activity can occur. Behavior can be frenzied, expansive, bizarre, and seductive, or it can be seclusive, sluggish, and dangerously suicidal. Moods may swing erratically between euphoria and despair or irritability and desperation. The rapid oscillations and combinations of such extremes result in an intricately textured clinical picture. Manic patients, for example, are depressed and irritable as often as they are euphoric; the highs associated with mania are generally only pleasant and productive during the earlier, milder stages."

The guy had sounded like he had read out of a text book. But the truth of the matter was Duo needed his medication to help control the more violent aspects of his disorder…the psychiatrist had said that if he hadn't have been exposed to the war, then Duo wouldn't have developed such an extreme case. Duo's bouts ran from Euphoric, to Depressed and usually always ended up in Violence.

Mimicking the man yet again Duo's face twisted into a sneer: "You are lucky that there have been amazing advances in medical technology Mr Maxwell, I am able to prescribe you medication that will balance you out without inhibiting your unique capabilities. You must only avoid severe shocks, or else your condition could compound itself." Yet another thing he had to thank the war for.

He dialed Quatre's number and the phone only rang twice when the blonde answered it. But he needed those pills…he didn't have Heero to balance out the other parts of him anymore…so he needed that medication that he hated more than anything. It was too dangerous not to control the chemical imbalance in his brain at that point in time.

"Winner residence."

"Don't you pay people to answer the phone for you Cat?" Duo grinned down the phone.

"Duo!…How are you…are you ok?"

The concern in Cat's voice made Duo wince to think that he had caused his friend to worry so.

"Yeah…Yeah…I am fine…I just need a favour."

"Anything Duo…you know that."

"Yeah I know Cat. Can you go into my bathroom and in the vanity there are two lots of three different bottles of pills. I need all of those…please."

"Pills Duo?"

Duo cringed…not even his closest friends had known…he had been too embarrassed. "Yeah…I need them Cat…I am going to lose it if I don't have them…please…can you bring them tomorrow…and don't…don't tell anyone please…"

Quatre could hear the embarrassment in his friend's voice… "Not even T and `fei?"

Duo sighed. "I can't expect you to exclude your lovers Cat…I wouldn't ask that of you."

Quatre let out a sigh of relief…"Thanks Duo…I will bring them in the morning…just call if you need anything else."

"Will do Cat." Duo hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom…He needed a shower, badly.

He stripped fast and climbed into the shower…letting the warm water cascade over him and untied his braid. Lathering shampoo into his hair he mused over why his memories had centered on that first gun game. Heero and himself had had many altercations…granted it was Duo who was usually left bleeding with broken bones…but Heero had never meant any of it…it was just that his training had kicked in. In the last two years Duo had hardly had any broken bones or injuries as a result of their altercations. Heero had improved…and had done so just for his Duo. Duo leant head first against the shower wall, letting the water wash away all of the suds in his hair. It was ready for its second shampoo and Duo absently applied the self-made mixture to his hair and set about lathering it as his thoughts wandered.

He smiled to himself…it hadn't taken him all that long to get proficient with the gun game. About 2 thirds of the time Heero would still beat him to it…but after six months Duo had improved through the necessity to be able to have Heero at his beck and call as a reward.

He blushed remembering some of the rewards they had given each other…and wishing beyond everything else that he would wake up to find everything had just been a bad dream…that Heero wasn't really dead and that Duo could beat the crap out of him for putting him through this hell. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. Tears ran down his face as he leant forward again to let the water wash away the second set of suds. Hair like his took an age to wash…but he didn't mind making that sacrifice.

Now he needed to condition it…Damn …no one to help him with it was annoying. Lathering his hair yet again Duo frowned as he thought.

His performance earlier that day hadn't been controlled, but he hadn't seen any other way to get that idiot to talk. What was he supposed to do…how was he supposed to deal with this.

Suddenly he got angry and he leveled a punch at the tiled wall, feeling the tile give beneath his fist as it shattered. "You fucking selfish bastard…How the hell am I supposed to do this without you…I told you I couldn't live without you…how could you do this to me?"

But he refused to give into the tears again. Instead he rinsed the conditioning concoction out of his hair and turned off the shower. Toweling his hair dry made the anger flow out of him and he was left feeling very very depressed. ~Will power…you can't give into this Duo…will power baka~ Through the haze in his mind he made his way to the bed…picking up clothes to wear on the way. Getting dressed he frowned…the feeling was back…like he was being watched, and he didn't like it. But he was pretty sure that it was just the paranoia inherent in his depression that made him think that way. At least some part of his mind was still reacting logically.

He climbed into bed and clutched the pillow to himself, arranging his hair behind him so as not to get in the way. Tomorrow he would go through all the information they had achieved today, and tomorrow he would have his pills and everything would be ok again…well most things would be anyway.

Drifting off to sleep, he remembered the last time He and Heero had played the gun game before his partner had met his death. It had been one of the single most erotic experiences of his life. Those thoughts firmly in his mind, Duo drifted off to sleep.

Jamison, Touched With Fire, pages 47-48.)

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Flashbacks make up a large part of the story…to give an understanding behind the relationship Duo and Heero had. I found that manic depression was a plausible explanation for Duo's behaviour. Hope you enjoyed it…reviews are much appreciated…thanks

Arith