Holding Duo

Disclaimer:..repeat after me. I DO NOT OWN THEM. I do not own them. I only use them for my muses sadistic pleasure..

Pairings: 5x1 so far

Authors Note: Work in progress…coming thru! Clear the way...h/w towards the bin on your right, assignments/assessments please head towards the shredder on your left! Have a nice day! He he…don’t ya hate skool…oh well…enjoy the story and write feedback n them I’ll abandon my h/w n write more!!
Evil
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Duo felt smothered in warmth. Sighing contentedly he started as he felt something hard stick into his side. Wondering what he had been sleeping on he opened his eyes to find himself staring straight into cobalt blue eyes. Lost in the depths of cobalt Duo didn’t notice as Wufei walked into the room. Feeling 2 hands underneath him he ‘eeped’ and scrambled ungainly to get to his feet. “Wha?” he asked still thinking about the depths of cobalt. “Wake up baka.” Grumbling Duo shook of Wufei’s hands “What’s the idea..” “Shut up Maxwell. We must talk.” Not sure whether to look at Wufei, who was now standing in the corner leaning against the wall or Heero, who was shutting the door, he settled for playing with the end of his partially unwound braid.

“Well… since you’ve both…cornered me in here I gather you want something…what?” Still staring at his braid Duo ignored the voices in his head telling him to run, to get out of there and away from the pair. /No!/ he told himself / They are my…friends. I’m not afraid of them/ “We” Wufei stressed “want to talk.” Smirking Duo looked at Wufei coyly. “You already said that Wu-chan.”

Wufei scowled at the coy look he got from Duo. “ Don’t call me that! Kisama!” Glaring at Heero he motioned for Heero to speak. “ Tell us about your dream.” Wufei nearly strangled his lover, he entirely lacked any articulation or any sense of subtlety. Walking over to Duo he put his arm around Duo’s shoulder. “Heero and I are worried about you Duo. Do you understand that?” He asked gently.

Duo who had been frozen solid once Heero mentioned his dreams moved forward and let Wufei’s arm drop behind him. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Looking towards the door he started to listen to the voices in his head. Run, run you scared cat! Can’t even trust your friends? Or maybe you actually want them to fuck you like the little slut you are? You’re a whore Duo….face it!
Without sparing a glance back at Wufei Duo dropped any pretense of listening to him or Heero and ran for the door. Only to collide with a very solid Heero blocking the way. Fighting to get at the door he kicked and punched Heero only to find that no matter what he did the man was immovable! “let me out! I want out!”

Easily grabbing Duo’s wrists he wrestled Duo back to the bed. “ Fuck off Heero! Let me the fuck go” Duo screamed as he got closer to the bed. Remembering what happened the last time he motioned for Wufei to drag his computer chair over to where he and Duo were standing. Shoving Duo into the chair he took the handcuffs Wufei handed him and snapped them on Duo’s wrists. Not bothering with any other pretenses he abruptly sat on Duo. Earning an amused look from Wufei Heero shrugged his indifference. Ok maybe not indifference, he thought absently, he actually liked sitting on Duo.

Duo squirmed in the seat. “Heero you bastard you weigh a fucking tonne! Get the hell off’a me!” “No.” Seating himself firmly Heero looked at Wufei silently asking for help. “Maxwell stop acting like a 5 yr old! You are no longer a child who needs to be tied to a chair.” Duo turned his head and glared at Wufei “Fuck you.” He spat. “Any time” Wufei replied easily. Duo froze again, his jaw dropping in shock. “But fucking me was not the topic we wish to discuss.” Wufei moved in front of Duo and seated himself on Heero’s bed. “What we wish to discuss is your dreams and how they are affecting you negatively.”

Duo shook his head then look enquiringly at Heero. “Did he just say ‘anytime’?” he asked in disbelief. Heero nodded the affirmative. Stopping his squirming Duo leant back into the chair “Wow… I never…” “Duo shut up and listen!” “Not ever thought…” Wufei got up and slapped Duo across the face. “Owww!!! What the fuck was that for?!” Seating himself back on the bed Wufei didn’t reply. “ Duo. Talk.” Heero commanded. “Talk? About what?” Duo asked seemingly innocent. “Your dreams.” Duo glared daggers at Heero. “No. It’s none of your business. So why don’t we talk about Wufei’s sexual promiscuity?” “No” Wufei snapped “Look Duo we want to help. Do you understand that you brainless American!! WE WANT TO HELP!” Muttering to himself Wufei cursed his loss of self-control.

Duo shrank back from Wufei’s onslaught. Hanging his head he replied “I understand but…I don’t want the help. I never asked for it! I am not weak! I don’t need help! My fucked conscious is my own to deal with…no one else’s!” With a sudden show of strength Duo thrust Heero off his lap onto the floor and in the spilt second of shock he dashed out the door dropping the handcuffs to the floor on his way out.

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