I Cherish Thee

-----part 1----- 

One more powerful thrust. One more painful tear. One more rough stroke of the 
Perfect Soldier's hand along the shaft of the Shinigami Pilot's erection. One 
more shriek of pain from Duo. Then, they both came. Duo ejaculated onto the 
sheets, as Heero ejaculated into Duo. Then Heero withdrew from Duo's trembling 
body and rolled onto his back, his tension relieved for another few hours.

"I love you." Duo whispered, softly, as he rolled onto his side and snuggled up 
to Heero.

Standing, unheeded in the doorway, Quatre watched with a sick heart. How could 
Duo let himself be used this way. Heero was unloving and unmindful of Duo's pain. 
Or he was hurting the braided pilot on purpose. Either way, Quatre was getting 
tired of it. And to hear Duo tell Heero he loved him, right after Heero had been 
so brutal... Quatre pushed it out of his mind quickly. If he thought about it 
any more he'd throw up.

He thought about going in and confronting them, but he paused. //If Heero does 
this to Duo when he's in a good mood, what will he do if I make him angry?// he 
considered. //I'd better wait and see if I can get Duo alone later on. Then I'll 
speak with him. He doesn't deserve to be treated like that.// 

Quatre quietly closed the door and walked away.

"Couldn't sleep?" Wufei asked as Quatre joined him in the kitchen.

"Not with Duo screaming like that." Quatre replied.

"If they did it the right way, with a woman like they're supposed to, it wouldn't 
be painful." Wufei pointed out.

"Oh, Wufei." Quatre shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with two boys falling 
in love with each other. "But in this case, I do not approve one bit. Duo does 
love Heero, but Heero's using Duo."

"Nothing wrong?" Wufei was incredulous. "It's... It violates the order of things. 
It puts nature off balance."

"Wufei," Quatre shook his head. "you can't be serious! I doubt that Duo and 
Heero in bed together is going to start a chain reaction and bring about the 
destruction of the Universe."

Wufei finished his snack and headed back to the bedrooms. Passing by Duo and 
Heero's room, he looked in. Duo was draped over Heero, weeping softly, unheeded 
by the now-sleeping Heero.

"Disgusting." Wufei whispered, as he closed the door.

"None of your business, Wufei." Duo muttered.

"It sure isn't." Heero grumbled. "He just gets me so mad sometimes. If he doesn't 
like it, he shouldn't look."

Duo sighed and let himself be rolled onto his stomach. Let himself be penetrated. 
Let himself be fucked hard, and deep, holding in his screamed until the pain 
tore them from his throat.


In the next room, Trowa was throwing up from a panic attack. Listening to the 
goings-on in Duo's room brought back the memories of his attack. How could Duo 
let Heero do that to him? Didn't he realize what Heero was doing?

//He's raping you, you idiot.// he thought. //Duo, don't let him do that any 
more. Why don't you stop him?//


He asked that question the next day.

"It's not rape." Duo assured Trowa. "I know it sounds like it sometimes, but it's 
consensual."

"How can you consent to such pain?"

"I figure it's better for me to suffer and let Heero get rid of his aggravation 
in bed, then it would be for Heero to blow up while he's piloting Wing." Duo 
shrugged. "Besides, I love him."

"He should get a punching bag or something." Quatre remarked, joining them, "not 
take his anger out on your body like that."

"Quatre's right." Trowa agreed.

"If you would..."

"Shut up, Wufei." Duo rolled his eyes. "You know it's all your fault Heero got 
all worked up again. You just had to make that remark, didn't you?"

"Well, it is disgusting. And unnatural." Wufei pointed out.

"Look, just because you were raised by a repressive..." Duo shot back.

"How I was raised is none of your business." Wufei snapped, cutting Duo off.

"Duo!" Heero called. "Come here!"

"You don't have to." Quatre told him.

Duo rose. "Yes, I do." he said, as he headed to wherever Heero was. 

-----part 2-----

Quatre sat at the table the next morning, picking at his breakfast. Duo walked 
in and sat down, wincing.

"He hurt you again."

Duo shrugged. "It's nothing." he replied. "Really. I don't mind. I mean, after 
all, what are friends for?"

"Duo, if Heero was your friend, he wouldn't use you like he has been. You've got 
a good heart and he's using that."

"How many people have I killed, Quatre?" Duo asked. "How many lives have I 
destroyed? I deserve..."

"NO YOU DON'T!" Quatre screamed, slamming his fists down on the table heart 
enough to make the dinnerware jump. "Damn it, Duo! You don't deserve it! Yes, 
you've killed people. So has Heero. So have I. So have Trowa and Wufei! We're 
fighter pilots, damn it! That's our job! Duo, stop letting Heero use you! You're 
one of the best people I know and I don't want him to hurt you anymore."

"Quatre, I appreciate it, but..."

"No buts, Duo." Quatre told him. "Next time Heero wants to use you as a stress 
reliever, you tell him no. It's your body, Duo. You have the right to tell him 
no."

Duo slumped over the table, resting his head on his arms.. "But I need him, 
Quatre." he said. "When he touches me, it's the closest thing to love..."

"If that's the closest thing to love you've experienced, then you've a had a 
sorrier life than I thought." Quatre said, letting out a long and sympathetic 
sigh.

The door flew open and Heero stormed in from his recon flight, looking 
especially annoyed.

"Damned OZ pilots." he grumbled. "Duo. Bedroom. Now."

"I'm eating breakfast." Duo replied, returning his attention to his meal.

Heero stormed over to him and grabbed him by the braid. "I said *now*."

"Leave him alone, Heero." Quatre said, calmly. "Why don't you go do some pushups 
or target practice and let Duo have a break?"

"I don't recall asking your opinion." Heero said. "Now, Duo. Either you come to 
the bedroom or I'll just fuck you right here."

Duo caught Heero in the gut with his elbow, then turned to punch the Perfect 
Soldier.

Heero caught Duo's arm and twisted it back. There was a loud snapping sound and 
Duo screamed in pain as his arm broke. 

Quatre tried to save Duo, but Heero knocked him out. Then Heero bent Duo over 
the table and rammed into him, over and over. Then he withdrew and went over to 
Quatre.

"Duo," he said, as he pulled off Quatre's pants and under shorts, "this is your 
fault. I'm doing this because you disobeyed me. Now watch while I fuck Quatre."

"NO!" Duo sobbed. "Don't hurt Quatre! Please! He's still a virgin!"

"Not for long!" Heero said as he positioned his cock against Quatre's untouched 
opening.

Quatre slowly regained consciousness, but he was too dazed, too shocked to fully 
comprehend what Heero was doing to him.

Duo wept for Quatre as he watched Heero force his erection into the blond pilot. 
"It's my fault," he wept, "all my fault. Forgive me, Quatre."

The last thing Duo heard as he blacked out was the sound of a weapon being fired.

Wufei came running down the stairs and stared at the scenario in the kitchen 
with a look of horror on his face. Duo lie on the floor, unconscious with his 
pants and under shorts around his ankles and blood trickling out of his nether 
passage, Quatre lie on his stomach with Heero's lifeless body slumped over him, 
and Trowa stood in the kitchen doorway, trembling and still holding his gun in 
his hand.

-----TBC-----