untitled Preggy Duo Fic 

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

Duo Maxwell was awakened from a rather nice dream about Heero and himself by the 
clanging of a metal stick against the bars of his cell.

Opening his eyes, he saw the hated guard unlocking the door. The man was 
planning to torture Duo again. Duo charged the man, intent on escape, but the 
man was larger and stronger and he grabbed the Shinigami Pilot and shoved him 
back against the wall, closing and locking the cell door behind them. 

"Strip."

Duo shook his head.

"If you don't take your clothes off I'll rip them from your body and you'll have 
nothing to wear when I'm finished with you."

"Go to hell." Duo snarled.

True to his word, the guard tore Duo's clothes from his body, ripping everything 
he was wearing to shreds. Duo fought him, trying to escape, to get the hell out 
of there before the man could do anything else. The guard's strength won out, 
however, and he soon had Duo's wrists cuffed behind his back. He laid Duo on his 
stomach upon the cot, then pushed the steel pole into him, thrusting, ramming. 
Duo waited for the man to lose control and impale him, terrified each time it 
was thrust into him.

"Get that fucking thing out of him!"

Duo felt a mixture of relief and humiliation as the guard pulled the pole out of 
him. He heard a gunshot and a body falling, then the cuffs were being removed 
from his waist. He was turned over and found himself looking up into Heero's 
eyes.

"Duo, did he...?" Heero asked.

"No." Duo shook his hand. "He raped me with that pole but you got here before he 
could have sex with me."

Heero wanted to take Duo to the hospital, but Duo was too humiliated, so Heero 
took him home instead.

*****

The guard woke the next morning in the OZ medical facility. Zechs was glaring 
down at him. "You fool!" the OZ leader complained. "You almost ruined everything. 
I just hope you didn't do any internal damage to that pilot. You were just 
supposed to fuck him, not play Vlad the Impaler. Now we'll have to recapture him 
and try again."

"I'll do better next time." the guard promised.

Zechs shook his head as the doctor gave the man a shot. "There won't be a next 
time." he said, quietly, as he watched the man's eyes close for the last time. 
Then, he returned to his carrier and departed. "Maxwell's gone." he told Treize. 
"Our overzealous guard almost killed him before he was saved by his fellow pilot, 
Heero Yuy. Transmitting surveillance camera footage now." he waited while Treize 
watched the rescue. "Shall I attempt to recapture him?"

"No." Treize shook his head. "I have a better idea. It looks to me like Heero 
Yuy is in love with Duo Maxwell. Let's just leave them alone and see what 
happens."

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

Duo was sitting on the sofa, watching television, when Heero walked into the 
livingroom and sat beside him. "I sent the others to a movie." he told Duo. "I 
think we need to talk."

"About..."

Heero took a deep breath, then clasped Duo's hands in his own. 

"Duo," he said, his eyes sincere, "during the month you were gone, I got to 
thinking. I realized that I missed you and that you were more important to me 
than anything else, even my own life. I guess, what I'm trying to say is... I 
love you, Duo Maxwell."

Duo's heart was racing with joy. "I love you, too, Heero." he replied. He 
snuggled up to Heero, sighing contentedly. "Please, Heero, make love to me."

"You don't have to." Heero told Duo.

"I want to." Duo replied. "Please, Heero. Before I'm caught again and lose my 
virginity to some OZ bastard. I want you to be my first. Please?"

Heero nodded, then carried Duo upstairs to bed.

Duo lay on his stomach, parting his thighs so Heero could touch him.

"No, my love." Heero said, softly. "Not like that. I want to look into your eyes 
when I take you. But first, I want to prepare you." he reached down between Duo's 
legs, carefully groping and stroking his virginal lover. He kissed Duo, softly, 
feeling the change in the other boy's breathing upon his lips as his caresses 
aroused Duo more and more until Duo was shivering with desire. Then he kissed 
his way down Duo's body, taking Duo's erection into his mouth and bringing him 
to the brink of orgasm. At the same time, he coated his fingers with some 
lubricant and slipped them into Duo. He wanted it to be painless for the sweet 
Shinigami pilot. Then, he pulled back and knelt between Duo's legs. He pulled 
Duo onto his lap, gazing at the desirous expression on the braided pilot's face 
as he lifted Duo's hips and lowered the Shinigami Pilot onto the Wing Pilot's 
waiting erection.

Duo let out moan of pure pleasure as Heero buried himself in the braided pilot. 
Heero grasped Duo's hips, and began to pump Duo up and down upon the erection 
that was thrust up inside him.

Duo clutched the pillow, his upper body never losing contact with the bed, as he 
rolled his head from side to side, his body writhing with passion until he could 
no longer stand it. 

Heero carefully placed a finger at the base of Duo's erection, just as Duo came, 
crying out Heero's name in a voice filled with desire and love. He smiled as his 
little trick staved off the braided pilot's ejaculation even as his own orgasm 
filled the Shinigami pilot .

Duo was about to protest when Heero withdrew from inside him and took him into 
his mouth. Duo cried out Heero's name for the second time that night as he came 
once more. Then, Heero lay back and drew Duo into his arms. 

"I love you." Heero whispered. "I'll always love you." he looked down and saw 
that Duo was sound asleep. "My poor love," he said, affectionately, "I guess I 
wore you out." he was still holding Duo in his arms when he, too, fell asleep.

-----part 3----- 

"So, what's wrong with me?" Duo asked the doctor. It had been four months since 
he had started sleeping with Heero and he was starting to feel a bit under the 
weather.

"Nothing's wrong." the doctor assured him. "You just need to slow down a bit. 
You're exhausting yourself between your work and your lover. Try that for a 
month, then come back and see me."

Duo nodded and left the hospital. 

As soon as Duo was gone, the doctor picked up the phone and called OZ HQ. "Lt. 
Zechs, Doctor Ichihara here."

*****

"Hold on, sir, I'll put him on."

Zechs leaned against the wall as he took the phone from the aide who'd answered 
. "Thank you. Yes? Excellent, that's wonderful news. You didn't tell him, did 
you? Good. He mustn't find out too soon. What cover are you using? Good choice. 
I'll leave the rest up to you. " he hung up the phone then turned as Treize 
walked in.

Treize drew Zechs into his arms, their tongues clashing as they kissed each 
other, hungrily. "Anyone important?"

"Dr. Ichihara." Zechs replied. "Duo Maxwell is four months pregnant." 

-----part 4----- 

"What did the doctor say?" Heero asked as Duo returned to the safehouse.

"He said I'm overdoing things." Duo shrugged. "I guess he could be right about 
that."

"He say anything else?"

"Just that I should take things easy for a month and then see him again to see 
if there are any changes."

"And if there aren't?"

"More tests, I suppose." Duo shrugged.

*****

"So, it seems you were right." Zechs told Treize. "Heero Yuy has impregnated Duo 
Maxwell as we had hoped. Duo's already in the first month of his second 
trimester."

"And the implant?" Treize asked. "Any concerns?"

"None. It seems to be holding up well. There's been no sign of tissue rejection."

"And his diet? Surely that had to be changed, given the changes to his body?"

"He's on a very bland liquid diet at the moment."

-----part 5----- 

"Ugh! Can't I have just one decent meal. Something with a lot of nice unhealthy 
red meat?" Duo glared at his drink as if he intended somehow to change it into a 
nice bacon cheeseburger by sheer force of will. He looked over at Quatre's 
butler. "Could I borrow your old pocket watch?" he asked.

The butler looked confusedly at Quatre who nodded his permission, then handed 
the timepiece in question to Duo.

Duo waved it in front of the glass of liquid "No repeat after me," he instructed 
said glass "I am a pizza... I am a pizza."

The glass of liquid clearly did not feel like becoming a pizza and continue to 
just sit there.

Duo handed the pocket watch back to the butler, shaking his head sadly.

"I guess it's just liquid diet until they resolve whatever is wrong with me. I 
just can't figure it out, though. The doctor said, yesterday, that I have to 
wait another month. I was sure I'd be well enough by now."

"I'm sure it's just the stress from worrying about it that's causing you to take 
longer to heal than the doctor expected," Quatre offered. 

Duo nodded. "You're probably right." he agreed.

-----part 6----- 

"Another month?!" Duo blurted out. "Doctor, please, tell me what's wrong? Why 
must I wait another whole month?"

"Duo, relax." the doctor explained. "This is why your health hasn't improved. 
You need to relax more. I'm sure that in one month we'll be able to operate and 
make any necessary repairs."

Duo nodded, quietly, then left the doctor's office.

*****

"I don't like it, Quatre." Trowa told the blond pilot while they doing the 
dishes. "I think Duo's getting the run-around."

"But why?" Trowa wondered, "What is it that they're not telling him?" 

-----part 7----- 

The doctor sipped his coffee as he filled in the paperwork regarding Duo's 
actual condition. These papers would not go into Duo's official folder. The ones 
in there would back up the doctor's claim to Duo that the boy had a stress-related 
ulcer. These papers gave the real reason for Duo's inability to eat any solid 
foods; radical surgery done during the time of his last captivity. It had been 
done as soon as he'd been taken. The doctor guessed that Duo had probably been 
unaware that he'd even been drugged when he'd woken in his cell. That made his 
job a lot easier, and Duo's death would simplify things further since it would 
mean the boy would not be able to file charges against him. He could blame OZ if 
a scandal arose, have no one to suggest otherwise, and walk away smelling like 
roses... no, not like roses, those were Treize flowers... like lilacs. As he 
wrote down what had actually been done to Duo's body, the removal of various 
internal organs, the addition of others, he winced. If the medical board ever 
found out what he'd done, they'd probably lynch him for it. The experiment was, 
so far, successful. But, he knew, the patient, Duo, would not survive its 
ultimate conclusion. 

-----part 8----- 

"Duo?"

Duo lay in bed. The liquid diet his ulcer forced him to be on left him feeling 
weak and lethargic. He would be glad, he decided, when the doctor could finally 
take care of it. He was beginning to wonder when that would be. Every time he'd 
seen the doctor, the man had found another reason to delay the surgery. He 
wondered why he hadn't lost any weight. Being on a liquid diet, he thought, 
should've caused him to lose at least some weight, but he didn't notice himself 
getting any thinner.

"Duo?"

Duo rolled over and looked at Heero. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Duo admitted. "I'm sorry I got snippy at you earlier. Heero I 
don't know what's wrong with me. I don't mean to be so moody. I just..."

"Duo, that time you were captured. When those OZ bastards..."

Duo turned over. "Good night, Heero." he said, quietly.

"Duo, don't avoid the question."

Duo turned back. "It made me feel like garbage, Heero." he replied. "I wanted to 
die."

"But that's so unlike you." Heero pointed out.

"Unlike me?!" Duo blinked. "Sorry. I didn't realize I had to keep acting the 
same way every time something happened to me. Damn it, Heero, it's not the same 
as being shot at or even losing someone. It's much more personal, an attack 
against *me*. All that other stuff, it affected me, sure. But that's different. 
You know what I mean?"

"I think so." Heero nodded. "Duo, you always say you don't cry, but I've seen 
you cry."

"I said boys don't cry." Duo replied. "I always say, to make myself stop. But 
the tears come anyhow. I don't like it, but I can't stop it."

"Don't stop it, Duo." Heero replied. "Don't let yourself become like me. I don't 
even like to think about all the times I nearly lost you because I couldn't 
admit how much I cared. I remember the last time I saw you crying. It was when 
Quatre had been found after we thought he'd been killed. You were so relieved. 
But after all the killing we've done, I thought you'd get used to death."

"I never knew you talked so much." Duo said, one eyebrow raised.

"That's because you never shut up long enough for me to get a word in edgewise." 
Heero replied. "Duo, my question..."

Duo smiled, tiredly. "Okay, I'll answer you, but then I'm going to sleep, I'm 
tired. It's like the assault on me in that OZ prison. It's different if someone 
you know and care about dies. If some faceless, nameless enemy I don't know dies, 
by my hand, yours, or anybody's, it doesn't affect me. I don't care. Maybe that's 
cold-blooded, but it's true. But if any of you guys got killed, it would still 
hurt.. I would cry over that because you guys are more than just friends to me. 
You're family."

"So, if I marry you, would that make Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei my pilot-in-laws?"

Duo laughed, sleepily, then went silent. "Heero, was that a proposal?" He asked 
after several minutes.

"Yeah." Heero decided. "I guess it was. So, will you?"

"Yes." Duo accepted, finally drifting off to sleep. 

-----part 9----- 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Duo sat bolt-upright in his and Heero's bed and clutched his 
slightly swollen abdomen. A panicked look crossed his face, and with good reason 
"Something moved in there!"

"What are you talking about Duo?" Heero muttered, annoyed at being woken up in 
the middle of the night, but still concerned. He was back in his old bunk these 
days. Duo had been tossing and turning a lot, lately, and had even taken to 
kicking the Perfect Soldier in his sleep. Heero decided that until whatever was 
going on was resolved, he'd be safer in his own bed.

"In my stomach. Something moved."

"You been swallowing live goldfish?" Heero asked, tiredly. He loved Duo, but it 
was three in the morning and even perfect soldiers needed to sleep sometimes.

"Heero, this is serious." Duo was too panicked to be jovial at this point. 
Visions of the scene from the ancient movie classic Alien... where the thing 
burst out of the astronaut's chest kept flashing before his eyes.

Heero frowned. "Well, you've put on 15 pounds since your last doctor's visit so 
it sure as hell isn't an overactive tapeworm."

Duo's eyes widened. "It just did it again! Heero get over here." he saw the 
scowl in his lover's eyes. "Just humor me, okay?"

"Hn..." Heero dragged himself out of his own bed and over to Duo's. Sitting on 
the edge of Duo's bed, he frowned. "Okay, now what."

Duo took Heero's hand and placed it where he'd felt the two movements. For long 
while nothing happened. Then, just as Heero was starting to move his hand away, 
a third movement finally took place.

Heero phoned the doctor. "Doctor, there's something going on in Duo's abdomen. 
It feel like... well, like movement. Hmm? Okay, I'll tell him. Yes, thank you, 
bye." he hung up and returned to Duo's side.

"What did the doctor say?"

"He said it was just something weird with your pulse in that area because your 
blood vessels were working double-time to deal with that ulcer. Or something 
like that." Heero shrugged. He loved Duo and cared greatly for him, but he didn't 
give a pair of fetid dingo's kidneys about all this medical mumbo jumbo. "He 
says you should remain in bed and get plenty of rest during the next couple of 
weeks."

"Next couple of weeks?" Duo asked. "So he's finally going to fix it?"

"Looks that way." Heero replied. 

"That's a relief." Duo sighed. "First thing I'm gonna do after that surgery is 
done is eat a nice unhealthy hamburger with lots of toppings, wash it down with 
a nice cold shake, and top it off with a killer hot fudge sundae."

"Don't push yourself, Duo." Heero reminded him. "I don't want you making 
yourself sick from eating too much after being on a liquid diet."

//Just how does one gain fifteen pounds on a liquid diet?// Duo wondered, but 
didn't ask, as sleepiness overtook him and he drifted back into slumber.

*****

Pain unlike any he'd ever encountered, even while being tortured by OZ, shocked 
Duo into wakefulness a week later. He looked around, pain-induced panic filling 
his mind, as he realized the others were gone. They'd probably gone on a mission 
and had left him home asleep because of the doctor's orders that he get plenty 
of bed rest. Staggering out of his room, despite the message Heero had passed 
onto the doctor, Duo got to the phone and called the doctor. "Please, you have 
to help me." he said. "Send an ambulance. Please you..." he realized he couldn't 
tell them the location of the safehouse. "I'm at the cafe.. the one on the end 
of Oakdale Drive." he dropped the phone, then staggered to the cafe, in too much 
pain and too desperate to get dressed. The short trip to the cafe two blocks 
away took a lot out of the usually resilient pilot and he collapsed in the 
parking lot moments before the ambulance arrived.

As the ambulance sped to the hospital, it was overtaken by OZ vehicles.

"Damn," he muttered, "they must think this is Heero's ambulance. I'm in too much 
pain to fight them, or I'd kick their collective asses."

The ambulance driver pulled over. 

//He's probably scared out of his mind.// Duo thought. //I guess I would be, too, 
if I were in his place... if I weren't Shinigami that is.//

Three OZ soldiers climbed into the ambulance, ordering the driver out.

"You," the oldest of the three, and probably the senior officer judging by the 
uniform, said to the youngest, "stay back there with him." he pointed to Duo and 
the youngest soldier took up a position at Duo's side.

*****

Heero rushed into the safehouse. He'd been trying to call Duo and had finally 
gotten to the point where he wanted to ascertain that Duo was all right, and 
maybe give him a good yelling at for worrying him if he was. When he'd found the 
door wide open and the phone off the hook, his agile mind immediately put the 
pieces together. Duo had been in pain and had called an ambulance. So he was in 
the hospital.

Heero rushed back to the ambulance and raced to the hospital.

*****

Duo lay on his side, curled up, on a bed in an OZ hospital. A number of men he 
guessed were orderlies of some kind, were holding his arms and legs while the OZ 
doctors removed his clothes. 

"NO!" he fought, viciously, despite the pain, occasionally freeing an arm or a 
leg, only to have it grabbed and pilled again. He belonged to Heero. Only Heero 
was allowed to touch him.

The next pain hit. Duo's face became a mask of agony, teeth bared as he fought 
against it. 

"Push." the doctor ordered.

//Oh dear God...// Duo thought as realization hit him. "I can't, you idiot." he 
managed to snap at the doctor.

"Yes, you can." the doctor informed him. "Your entire body has been altered so 
you can deliver a child. Of course, you will die, but you can give birth to this 
baby."

The casual way in which the doctor had informed him of his impending death was 
even more horrific than the terrible pain he was going through. Duo was so 
disturbed by it, that it took him several minutes to realize that this was the 
same doctor he'd been seeing. 'You... you knew." he realized as another pain 
struck him.

"Push." the doctor commanded. A smile crept over his face. "Yes, I knew. I was 
ordered, by OZ, to watch over their little experiment and make sure you didn't 
find out before you went into labor."

*****

Having been informed at the hospital of the ambulance-jacking, Heero finally 
tracked down Duo's location and raced to the OZ base. If the Shinigami Pilot's 
hospital room/cell hadn't been in the basement, and if the walls hadn't been 
soundproof, Heero would've heard the pilot's final agonized scream that 
accompanied the birth of Duo's child. 

He blew a hole in the side of the building with Wing's beam cannon, then raced 
inside and rushed to find Duo. Hordes of OZ troops rushed to meet him. But this 
was a mistake on their part. Duo was in trouble, and Heero would not let these 
people hurt his fiancé.

Heero fought through to Duo's cell with the ferocity of a wolf whose mate was in 
peril. He saw Duo lying there, naked, in a pool of blood while was still flowing 
from the boy's gruesomely torn nether regions. It looked like Duo had been split 
open. Heero fought the urge to vomit and took the wounded pilot in his arms. "Duo?" 
he asked.

"I..." Duo struggled to speak. "I had a baby, Heero... " he explained as he 
finally succumbed to the terrible injury the birth had caused.

Heero knew he was the only person who had ever actually had sex with Duo. But 
how the devil had Duo gotten pregnant? He'd need the body for an autopsy, he 
decided. But first he had to find the baby Duo had delivered.

He found the doctor as the man was carrying the infant out to the ambulance. "Give 
the baby to me." he ordered, aiming his gun at the man's head.

The doctor turned and fled. It was his greatest and last mistake. Overcome with 
anger at Duo's death by this man's action, Heero pumped six bullets into the man's 
skull before and raced forward, grabbing the baby away before the man finally 
fell to the pavement in a dead heap.

Placing the baby in his own ambulance, and locking its doors, Heero raced back 
into the OZ building and retrieved Duo's body, leaving a high amount of 
explosives in its place. Then, he raced back to the ambulance, placed the body 
in the back, and sped off in the direction of the Winner Family Hospital, 
radioing Quatre as he went.

"Quatre, Duo's dead. I need your doctor's to do an autopsy."

"I'm sorry about Duo." Quatre sympathized, in a voice that spoke of recent pain. 
"And I understand why you need an autopsy. I'll tell my doctors to get on it 
right away."

"Thanks, Quatre." Heero returned the handset of the ambulance's two-way radio to 
its holder as he pulled into the driveway at the Winner family Hospital. He was 
greeted by an emergency team that brought Duo's body into the morgue and took 
the baby to the intensive care unit.

"Why don't you go with the baby?" the doctor suggested.. "We'll let you know the 
autopsy results as soon as they're ready."

Heero nodded, grimly, and headed up to the ICU.

*****

Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei arrived moments later and joined Wing's pilot at the 
nursery window in the pediatrics section of the ICU.

"Boy or girl?" Quatre asked.

"It's a boy." Heero replied. "Duo was... " he couldn't bring himself to describe 
the terrible injury Duo had sustained as a result of the birth. 

"It's okay, I understand." Quatre put a hand on Heero's shoulder. "Are you going 
to be all right?"

"I don't know." Heero admitted. "I guess I'll have to be, for my son's sake."

"Your son?" Trowa asked.

"OZ did something to alter Duo's body," Heero explained, "but I'm the only 
person who ever had sex with him. I rescued him before they could inseminate him."

*****

"We just finished the autopsy." the mortician and head of Quatre's forensics 
team informed Heero. "The victim's body... Duo's body if you prefer..." he 
amended, seeing the look in Heero's eyes, "... was surgically altered. Most of 
his digestive and excretory systems except his stomach and urinary tract were 
removed and replaced with an artificial uterus which was linked to the..."

"That's enough." Heero decided. He knew damned well what it was linked to. "Damn 
them all. Duo must've been suffering horribly. Quatre, didn't you sense it?"

Quatre nodded. "But like you and Duo I believed the doctor's story about the 
ulcer. I had no reason not to... or so I thought."

"We should've got a second opinion. Damn it, why didn't we?"

"We couldn't risk leaving records at every single hospital." Wufei reminded him. 
"We can't afford to leave a paper trail."

"Because we're Gundam Pilots." Heero concluded as he found a chair and slumped 
into it, a mere shell of the man Duo had helped him to become, the loss of his 
love finally hitting him.

Trowa looked back over his shoulder at Heero, then at the baby that was Heero's 
and Duo's only child. Finally he spoke. "Quatre, will Heero be all right?"

Quatre looked back, thought it over then nodded.

"Time heals all wounds." he replied. 

-----Owari-----