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song in part three is "Sleep Together" by Garbage
Pairings: 1xH, 2xH, 1x2, 1x2xH
LEMON LEMON LEMON

Parts 1-5

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Part One

Don't ask me when it started. I don't remember. And even if I could
remember, I wouldn't know why or how it started. I only know that it changed
my life forever, and I wouldn't take it back for anything.

~*~

A.C. 199

It's been two years since the last war. Two years since I've seen any
of them. It wasn't as if I couldn't see them if I wanted to. I just didn't
want to. It was my choice to live here, in the sorry excuse for an apartment
that I call home, to distance myself from all of them. It was my choice to
turn down the job at Preventer that they begged me to take. That /she/ begged
me to take.
It's been two years since I've seen her as well. I have to admit that
there are times when I want to see her, when I want to be with her, and stay
with her forever. But that isn't possible. She loved a person named Heero
Yuy. That person is gone now.
I remember the last night I saw her, talked to her. We had just
finished fucking mindlessly, the way it always was with us. We never made
love; there wasn't time for that. I was her release from the pressures of her
job as Vice Foreign Minister; she was my release from life. When we came
together, there wasn't any thinking, there wasn't any real feelings, just
that crazy, ravenous desire for release. But she wanted more than that.
"Heero." Her voice was soft next to my ear, muffled against my neck
where she had buried her face.
"Mmm?"
"Do you love me, Heero?"
I closed my eyes. I had known the day would come. The day when she
would ask me that, when she would ask me to give her more than just a night
of wild fucking, more than a release. I didn't answer. I ran my hand up and
down her smooth back, tangling my fingers in her long, messy, honey-blonde
hair. Lilacs. She smelled like lilacs. She always smelled so good.
"Heero?" This time she lifted her head to look at me, her aquamarine
eyes staring into mine with a look of concern. And hope.
"Do you love me?"
I continued to caress her back and run my fingers through her hair. I
pulled on it, gently. She shoved me.
"Answer me!"
I had to smile. She had changed so much since I had first met her; she
wasn't shy anymore.
"No."
It was a simple word and yet it had the power to change her
completely, right before my eyes. Her face seemed to harden and her eyes
darkened, and when she shoved me this time, it wasn't playful. It was angry.
"You bastard!" she screamed, untangling her graceful body from the
damp sheets, leaping out of the bed. She stood before me, naked, her body
still shining with sweat from our sex, her hair wild, her eyes menacing. She
always looked so beautiful. "You fucking bastard!" Then she started to cry.
Not a sweet, pitiful crying, but a wracking, painful crying. Her face was red
and blotchy and long strands of hair stuck to her face where her tears had
run down.
I slowly got out of the bed and reached for my jeans, pulling them on.
She didn't move, just stood there, sobbing. I didn't bother with my shirt. I
grabbed my jacket from where she had thrown it on the floor. Damn. She broke
the zipper on it again. I turned away from her to leave.
"Heero!"
I turned back.
Her eyes pleaded with me. It almost made me feel sorry. Almost.
"Why?"
I walked over to her and smoothed some of her hair back, pushing it
tenderly behind her ear. "I won't lie to you, Relena. I won't make promises I
can't keep."
"But-"
"I'm not what you need."
"Then what was this? /Why/, Heero?" She looked angry again.
"You know what this was. This is the way it goes, Relena. Good night."
She slapped me. And it hurt. But I walked away.
And so... Here I am. Alone. All I have now is my job... and my "habit."

Part Two

Some people have drugs, some people have cigarettes, some people have
alcohol... I have Hilde Schbeiker.

A.C. 200

I was in heaven. There just isn't any other word to describe it. To
describe how it feels. It took me away from where I was, away from the
monotony and the dreariness of my life. It made me forget that I was still in
this shitty apartment, sitting in the old blue armchair that I had managed to
scrounge up from somebody's garbage, looking up at the dirty, cracked ceiling
that was in need of a good paint job. It made me forget everything. There was
only the heat, and the energy, and the pure ecstasy she made me feel.
The lips that wrapped around my cock were soft, full, and voluptuous.
Just the feel of them against my skin was enough to make me cum. But she was
better than that. She moved up and down on me, agonizingly slow at first,
then faster. She moaned softly, her breath tickling my sensitive area and
making me shiver with delight. I could feel her smile around her mouthful of
cock and then her lips clamped even tighter around me, her teeth grazing my
flesh, and I cried out.
"Shit!" God, she was so evil. She knew exactly what the hell she was
doing.
She ignored me and sucked even harder, pulling my cock even further
into her mouth, all the way in, until I thought she was going to swallow the
whole damn thing. She didn't even flinch, or start to choke. She was too good
at this.
Her head moved up and down even faster now, and the sensation of her
soft lips against my hardened shaft was starting to become too much for me. I
grit my teeth, not wanting to scream out again, not wanting to let her know
the pleasure she gave me. She enjoyed that too much.
She went down on me even harder, sucking for all she was worth, not
stopping until I surrendered to her. I smiled to myself. She was going to
have to stay there a hell of a lot longer than she thought. I wasn't about to
let this go, to let her go, and return to my non-existence. No. Not yet.
But she was smarter than that. Slim, cool fingers traveled up my leg,
walking their way across my inner thigh, up to where my balls rested in her
other hand. Her fingers stroked them tenderly, almost lovingly, and I groaned
in pleasure despite my promise to myself. I felt her smile again and suddenly
the sleek, gentle fingers tightened around my balls and squeezed, digging
sharp, perfect fingernails into my skin.
"Shit! Fuck!" I grasped the arms of my chair and bit down on my lower
lip to keep from screaming anymore. The pain, combined with her insistent
sucking, finally broke down my carefully built defences. I came. Hard. She
had won.
Damn.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the chair, letting my
muscles relax as she milked out every last drop of cum from my now limp cock.
Her tongue touched every inch of me, carefully cleaning up my mess, bringing
me back down to earth. Then she stopped and I felt the familiar, ever-present
chill of my apartment as she moved away from me, taking her warmth with her.
She was on my lap now, her face buried in my neck, licking and kissing
me. I didn't open my eyes. I knew she wouldn't let me. I wrapped my arms
around her and pulled her body closer to me, running my hands all over her.
She was wearing the impossibly short, sleeveless, black satin dress I loved
so much. It was high-necked and covered her chest completely, but there was a
zipper that ran all the way down the front that could be pulled down to give
me instant access to whatever I wanted. Or rather, whatever she /chose/ to
give me access to.
I slid my hands down from her waist to her bare thighs, travelling
upwards and under her short dress, feeling her naked ass. I smiled. She knew
exactly what I liked.
She suddenly tensed under my touch and pulled away from me, taking my
hands out from under her dress and restraining them in a vice-like grip.
"Not today, Heero." Her voice was soft but there was no denying the
menacing undertones.
"But, Hilde-"
"Don't call me that!" She jumped out of my lap. "Open your eyes,
Heero."
I did. I smiled. I knew that would piss her off.
She was wearing the dress. Her beautiful, shoulder-length blue-black
hair was tousled and tangled, her bangs messy. Her bright blue eyes were
smoky, darkened. With one quick motion, she smoothed some of her hair back
behind her ear. She was pissed.
"/Don't/ call me that," she repeated in even tones, advancing towards
me. She placed one foot on the arm of the chair and leaned forward, bringing
her face inches from mine. The hair she had tucked behind her ear fell
forward, across her face, and she smiled. "I'm Miss Schbeiker to you, Heero.
I'm not your girlfriend."
"Yeah." She didn't have to remind me. This was where it was different
from when Relena and I were together. Hilde didn't expect anything from me,
and I didn't expect anything from her. She was in love with Duo Maxwell. My
best friend. Or semblance of one. There just wasn't any getting around that.
That's why she didn't want me to call her by her first name; that was what
separated me from him, that one little thing, that one bit of intimacy. And I
respected that. This was only a fantasy, a game. The thrill of having
something you knew you couldn't really have. That's all I was to her, and
that's all she was to me. Until lately.
Along the way, something changed. I wasn't just fucking her anymore, I
was making love. Something I haven't done in a long time. Even the way she
looked had changed. She wasn't just Duo's skinny little girlfriend anymore;
she was a woman, and she was beautiful, and she made me happy. But I don't
think I loved her, though. Just... something.
[Beep.]
6:00. The alarm on my watch. It was time for work.
"Miss Schbeiker, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to get to." I
reached for my pants and pulled them on.
"Yeah." She was staring at me, her eyes unfocused, as if she was
thinking about something else. But then she snapped back and her eyes
narrowed. "That's better," she said. "I'm glad that you're learning, Heero."
She kissed me, softly, tenderly.
"I have to go, too. Duo will be home from work soon." She moved away
from me and picked up her pocketbook from the floor. "See you later." She
smiled sweetly and walked out.
How the hell did this happen? How the hell did I get myself into this?
And why was I starting to feel something for her? It wasn't supposed to be
like this. Maybe I would have to come clean to Duo, end it before things got
out of hand. But I didn't have time to think about it. Work called.

Part Three

I should probably start at the beginning again, when my "habit" first
began. I can't explain it. I can only remember, and I can only tell what I
remember.

~*~

A.C. 199

I didn't know why I came here. I had no desire to be around anyone,
especially him. It's been a week since my fall-out with Relena and even
though I've hidden it pretty well from myself and from everyone around me, it
still bothers me, gnawing at my subconcious, threatening to drive me to the
point where I'll go back to her and never leave her again. Pushing me close
to the edge... but not quite over.
So when he called me last night I reluctantly agreed to come. Anything
to get away from my room, to get away from everything that reminded me of
what I used to have, what I could have had if I stayed with her. But now I
wished I hadn't.
The club he had picked was noisy, the music blaring over the huge
speakers that covered the walls sounding a lot like when Wing Zero suffered a
crushing blow, laced with unitelligible voices and depressing lyrics. The
people, most of them revolutionaries left over from the last war and seedy
undergrounders, danced madly out on the concrete plain that was supposed to
be the dance floor or sat hunched over at the bar, smoking, drinking,
shooting up, or doing a combination of all three.
I sat at the far end of the bar, alone, smoking a cigarette and
staring into the amber depths of the glass of strong liquid in front of me,
untouched. He wasn't here yet. I should have known that he would make me get
here on time only to come hours later with some lame excuse about work. That
was just the way he was.
"Hey, Heero!" There it was, that rich, full voice with the deep,
friendly tones that I knew so well. Duo Maxwell.
I checked my watch. 10:00. He was two hours late.
I watched him bop happily over to where I was sitting, dragging along
a slender, dark-haired girl by the hand. Hilde. A strong, slender hand at the
end of a long, muscled arm clapped down on my shoulder.
"Hey, how ya' doin'?"
"You're late."
He grinned devilishly, taking the empty stool next to me and pulling
Hilde into his lap. "Sorry. We had to take care of a few things first, right,
babe?" He winked at me and kissed her. I watched as their tongues dueled each
other in a long, passionate battle before they finally broke free.
"Hi, Heero." She smiled at me and then returned to playing with Duo,
running her fingers through the untidy nest of golden, reddish brown hair
that passed for his bangs while he stared at her adoringly, a sweet grin
spreading across his face.
I had never paid much attention to Hilde before. She had never been
especially beautiful, the way Relena was, or especially smart, but she was
cute and most of all, Duo loved her. But tonight, for some reason, I couldn't
take my eyes off her. She looked different. Maybe it was because she had let
her hair grow, so that now it fell down to her shoulders, straight until it
curled softly at the ends. Or maybe it was her eyes, which seemed to be a
darker shade of blue than I remembered. She was still skinny, much skinnier
than Relena, but I had never noticed until that night what great legs she
had. And what a nice ass. Maybe it was just the way she was dressed, in a
tight white tank top and the tightest little red satin shorts I had ever
seen.
Damn.
"Heero? Hey, Heero!"
I tore my eyes away from Hilde's long, perfect legs. They were both
staring at me.
"Duo? I'm going to go dance," she said, her eyes focused on me.
Shit... I wondered if she noticed. She got up from his lap.
"Yeah, I'll meet you over there in a sec. Just give me a minute, 'kay,
babe?"
She smiled. "Right." They kissed one last time before she walked away.
I tried not to look over at her. What the hell was I doing? I didn't think I
missed Relena that much. I lit another cigarette. My last one had already
burned out.
"So... What's up?"
"Nothing."
"I'm sorry about Relena..."
"Who told you?" I hadn't sounded that forceful in years.
"Hilde. You know, they still talk to each other. Geez, I'm sorry." Duo
held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "You're not gonna kill me now,
are you?" A slow, lazy grin lit up his face. I remembered how much I missed
him.
"I'll think about it."
He laughed. I had to smile.
"So... Did ya miss me much?" He smiled but I couldn't ignore the
seriousness behind the depths of his blue-violet eyes. I knew what he meant.
The bartender came up just then and offered him a beer, which he
gladly took. I watched as he pulled the cap off the bottle. Where his blue
work shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, I could see his well-muscled
forearms, a light caramel tan accentuating his wiry build. I watched him
guzzle the beer down, admiring his long, graceful neck. He finished and set
the bottle down with a happy sigh, shaking his head cheerily, his long braid
flying jauntily from side to side before settling in the middle of his back.
I remembered that last night with him, in the bunker, during the last
war. His slender, muscled young body, his moans and cries of pleasure as I
thrusted deeply into his virgin entrance, the look in his eyes as we came
together. Duo. I miss him.
"Geez, Heero, you're just a barrel of fun today," he said, making a
face.
I snapped back. "Right..."
"You know what you need?" Duo asked, taking another long slug from his
beer bottle. "You need to lighten up."
"You've been telling me that for the last four years."
He looked hurt. "I know! Listen, I'm just tryin' to help ya out! Trust
me, life isn't as bad as you think it is. The war is over, and it's been over
for two years. We don't have to fight anymore. Life is good!" He took another
drink and then motioned over to the dance floor with his head. He sighed
contentedly. "Yeah, life is good. And damn, she is /hot/!"
I looked over and saw Hilde, dancing all by herself, her eyes closed,
arms raised over her head, her body swaying seductively to the music. I
noticed many of the other guys giving her looks of admiration. Ha, they
didn't know who they were up against. She opened her eyes suddenly and
smiled, running over to where we were sitting.
"Duo, you promised me you would meet me over there over an hour ago!
It's no fun dancing by yourself!" She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him
up. "Come on!"
"You looked like you were having a pretty good time to me!" Duo joked,
winking at me. Hilde shoved him and he laughed. "Just kiddin', beautiful!"
"So then let's /go/!" She grinned and pulled on his braid.
"Hey! /Not/ the braid, Hilde! Do you want to be a bad girl?" His eyes
suddenly went dark and his smile turned almost feral. He grabbed Hilde around
the waist and pulled her to him, his lips crushing hers in a bruising kiss,
his hands finding their way to her ass, squeezing her and pushing her up
against him. I saw him get hard, his erection poking up through his jeans. He
brought a finger to her lips and smiled.
"You know what happens to bad girls, Hilde." His voice was soft,
seductive. I had never seen him like this. I smiled. Interesting.
Hilde tilted her head to the side and gazed up at Duo innocently. She
pressed her lower body into Duo's erection, moving against him slowly. She
was riding him, right in front of me.
"Show me," she said.
Duo's hands tightened around her hips, stopping her movements against
him. Reluctantly, I could tell. "Not here, babe. But your ass is /mine/
later." He grinned, back to his genial, fun-loving self, and slapped her ass.
She laughed. I was almost sorry to see that side of him go. Very interesting.
"So, are we gonna dance or what?" Hilde asked, pulling Duo towards the
dance floor.
"Yeah, but wait a minute..." Duo looked over at me, as if he suddenly
realized I was still there. "Hey, Hilde, why don't you dance with Heero?" He
smiled. Bastard.
"I don't think-"
"That's a good idea!" Hilde said, grabbing my hand. Now she was
pulling me. "Come on, Heero, it'll be fun! We don't want you to be bored,
after all."
"Yeah, but-"
"See you later!" Duo gave us both a firm push out onto the dance
floor. It was too late. We were already caught up in the crush of bodies. I
couldn't make my escape.
Hilde didn't seem to care and started dancing by herself again. I just
stood there and watched. Baka.
A new song came on. Hilde stopped dancing and squealed. "I /love/ this
song!"

I got you crawling up a mountain
Hanging round my neck

Hilde moved closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, swaying
me along with her. I didn't move. I just let her take me.

I got you twisted round my finger
Crawling round my legs
The emptiness
The craziness
Satisfy this hungriness
Darling
How would it feel?

She looked up into my eyes. Her lips started to move. She was mouthing
the words to the song.

If we sleep together
Will you like me better
If we come together
We'll go down forever
If we sleep together
Will I like you better
If we come together
Prove it now or never

Her eyes were closed again and she was grinding her slender hips into
mine, much like she had just done to Duo. What was she doing? I wanted to
push her away, to unwrap myself from her body, to slap her, to do
/something/. But all I could feel was her soft body against mine, the extreme
heat in her nether regions, and the insistent grinding of her hips. She
opened her eyes and looked up at me. I met her gaze evenly.

Make me a pretty person
Make me feel like I belong
Make me hard and make me happy
Make me beautiful
The emptiness
The craziness
Satisfy this hungriness
Darling
How would it feel?

I let my hands slide down her back to her ass, roaming all over the
tight satin, running down over every perfect curve. I felt myself get hard.
Duo... Where the hell was Duo?

If we sleep together

Before I had time to think, Hilde suddenly spun around and backed up
against me. She grabbed my arms and pulled them around her, bumping back and
forth. Shit...

Nothing satisfies me baby
If we sleep together
I'll wear something pretty baby
If we sleep together

She bumped her ass back against my front in wild abandon. I couldn't
stop her. I pressed forward a little against her. She worked it harder, the
friction between her ass and my cock becoming too much for me. A moan escaped
my lips and she smiled, pushing back hard against me again, intensifying her
actions.

Give me what I crave now baby
If we sleep together
Save the rest for later baby

My control was gone. I didn't care if Duo saw anymore. I reached my
hands around Hilde's waist and down between her legs, squeezing her hot
mound. She was wet. All the way through her shorts. I heard her cry out and I
slipped two fingers up through her crotch, into her slick channel.

If we sleep together
You will drive me crazy baby
If we sleep together

I fingered her wildly, hardly able to keep my thrusting constant with
her ass still working against my cock. I could feel it. I was about to cum.
Her inner muscles suddenly clenched tight around my fingers and she screamed
once, biting down on her lower lip to keep from doing it again. I felt the
warm, sticky wetness of her release and finally allowed myself to let go,
sweat trickling down my face and my chest, under my shirt.
"Hilde."

I save it all for you my baby
If we sleep together
If we sleep together

She pulled away from me and turned around, her blue eyes wide, her
face flushed. I only stared back at her.
"Oh... oh, my God..."
"Hey, Hilde! Heero!" Duo.
Hilde moved further away from me and crossed her arms tightly over her
chest. I stayed where I was. Duo ran over to us, pulling on a leather jacket
as he did.
"Hey, what's up?" He glanced from Hilde to me, then back again. "Why
so quiet? Is Heero /that/ bad of a dancer?" He grinned. Hilde forced a smile.
"No. He was actually really good." She stared at me, a small smile
playing across her lips.
"Hope ya had fun, Heero." Duo suddenly grabbed Hilde and pulled her
next to him. His smile was secretive, taunting. If he had seen... Shit.
"C'mon, babe, we're splittin'," he said, lifting Hilde and throwing
her over his shoulder. She shrieked and laughed. Maybe he hadn't noticed. She
pulled on his braid again.
"Oh, that is /IT/!" Duo slapped her ass and ran off the dance floor.
"Heero, you comin'? We're gettin' a cab and blowin' this place."
"Yeah, sure." Funny. I thought it had been his idea to come here in
the first place. I followed them out.
Duo didn't put Hilde down until we got into the cab. He set her on his
lap, facing him, so that she was straddling him. They were kissing madly,
hungrily, and Duo had her hands restrained behind her so she couldn't pull on
his braid. I watched it all in a daze. What the hell had just happened?
Duo broke the kiss roughly and smiled. His smile was devilish,
predatory. The Duo I had glimpsed back at the club was back. Hilde stuck her
tongue out at him. With a grunt, he went at her, his teeth catching the strap
of her tank top and dragging it down, exposing her small, perky breasts. He
seized one firm, pink nipple in his mouth, sucking at it savagely. Hilde
cried out in something like pain and pleasure, arching her back and forcing
more of her swollen, flushed breast into his mouth.
He pulled away from her breasts and with one hand, expertly unzipped
his jeans, pulling out his hardened cock. I sucked in my breath at the sight
of it and momentarily forgot about Hilde and what had just happened. The
bunker... It was just like I had remembered it.
With the same hand, Duo yanked down Hilde's shorts and let her lift
herself up so he could enter. She brought her hips down hard on his shaft and
he screamed out. She rode him hard, thrusting herself almost viciously
against him. They cursed and moaned as they fucked, and the cabby shot dirty
looks through the rearview mirror in their direction. As if they noticed.
I watched as Duo and Hilde fucked each other into oblivion and I was
jealous. Jealous of both of them. I wanted something I knew I couldn't have.
Just maybe...
"Hey, this your place?"
The cab had stopped. We were in front of my apartment building. Time
to go.
"Yeah." I tossed the cabby a few crumpled bills and got out, not
bothering to say good-bye to either of them. They were still going at it.
Then Duo screamed. "FUCK!" I stopped and looked at them, sweaty and
hot, wrapped in each other's arms. They kissed and Hilde fell against his
chest, burying her face in his leather jacket. I saw the corners of her mouth
lift just a little bit. Smiling at me.
Duo stared back at me through the cab window, his face an
expressionless mask, except for that strange, knowing smile, his eyes dark,
almost black, as they looked up through his bangs.
Don't fuck with Shinigami. Hn. I remembered him saying that so many
times before. Why should I remember that now?
The cab finally drove away and I was left alone. I entered my
apartment and crashed out on my armchair. I couldn't stop thinking about my
"dance" with Hilde. Something I couldn't have... But maybe I could.
After that, I didn't leave her alone. We met almost everyday, in the
few hours when Duo was at work in the junkyard. She was the only thing
besides work that kept me distracted. I kept letting her come to me, kept
fucking her, kept seeing her. Like a bad habit. But now it's different. And
Duo wants to see me.

Part Four

It wasn't always like this. After that first night, I didn't talk to
either of them. I continued on with my life, carrying on the same routine of
work, home, and sleep, day in and day out. She was the one who came to me,
she was the one who started it. That's why I still don't know how exactly it
happened. We don't love each other. Even though I feel close to her, even
though she makes me happy, I realize now that it isn't love. I only feel this
way because I /need/ her. I can't function without her. I'm the junkie and
she's my drug of choice. But she belongs to Duo. And so... the interlude
begins.

~*~

A.C. 200

I hate my job. I guess it's a good way to keep myself distracted from
her, to kill time between our meetings, but I still hate it. I work for a
phone company, calling with long-distance offers. I sit in my cubicle all
day, hunched over a keyboard and my list of households to call, listening to
people I don't know scream in my ear through my headset about learning not to
bother people who have better things to do.
Better things to do. I could have written the book on better things to
do. After all, I was a Gundam pilot. I was a war hero. I could infiltrate the
most powerful governments in the world. I could cause mass destruction. Yet
here I am, doing a job a complete idiot could master in a matter of hours,
making much less than the minimum wage, wasting away. Better things to do.
The only good thing about my job is the anonymity. The people who work
in the cubicles surrounding mine don't even know me. I gave my boss a fake
name, a fake resume. What the hell was I supposed to say? Yes, I'm Heero Yuy
and my resume includes assasinations and mobile suit combat, among other
things. Right.
But I'm safe here.
At 5:00 pm I get to go home. I take the bus from the company to my
apartment building. I have no use for a car, and I can't even afford one
anyways. I take the stairs to the fourth floor and walk down the hall. I
swipe my card and punch the code on the keypad. The light flashes from red to
green and I open my door.
"Hey, Heero."
I look up.
Duo Maxwell is sitting on my couch, leaning forward on his forearms,
hands dangling between his knees. He's dressed all in black, a black cap
pulled low over his forehead so I can't see his eyes.
"How did you get in here?"
A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. He held up a long black
wire. "Oh, I have ways."
Damn. He had always been good at that counter-intelligence stuff.
"So what do you want?" I took off my jacket and tossed it on my
armchair. If he had come here to confront me about Hilde, I was ready. Maybe
she had finally told him about "us." In a way, I hoped she did. Maybe we
could end this. As much as I needed her, I wasn't about to fuck with Duo.
Ever since that first night...
"Nothin' much. Just to talk." He finally lifted his head. His eyes
were dark. I tried not to look at him.
"About what?" I walked to the kitchen and put an instant dinner into
the microwave.
"About Hilde."
Shit.
"Really?"
"Yeah... She's stressin' the hell out of me, man!" Duo pulled off his
cap, shaking his braid out, and straddled a chair at the table in the
kitchen. "I don't know what to do anymore. I was wonderin' if maybe you could
help me out."
"Like how?"
[Beep.] My dinner was finished. I took it out and sat opposite of him
at the table.
"I don't know anything about women."
Duo laughed. "You're right about that!" He grinned wickedly. I knew
what he was thinking.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to come over. Have dinner with us."
I almost choked. "Why?"
"Well, because... Because Hilde likes you!" He smiled, and I caught
some of that sarcasm behind it that I had seen the first night, after I
danced with Hilde. "And she loves having company. Maybe if I distract her a
little bit she'll stop focusing so much on whatever's been bothering her.
Trust me, it has /not/ been good for my sex life. I need to get laid /bad/!"
I stared at him. I continued to eat. He watched me.
"So, you gonna help me, Heero?" He stared at me with big, blue-violet
eyes. "It might be good... for all of us." He grinned again.
I didn't trust him. Something about the way he smiled, and the look in
his eyes. He knew. The fucking bastard knew. I had the feeling he knew all
along, and why he hadn't kicked my ass already was beyond me. He was enjoying
this, enjoying the control he had over both of us, Hilde and I. I decided to
play along.
I took another bite of my dinner. It tasted like shit. "Sure. When do
you want me to come over?"
"Ahh, I don't know... How about Saturday?"
"Fine."
He smiled happily and stood up. "Awesome. Hilde will be so happy. You
have three days to prepare." Even though he smiled, his eyes were
expressionless. "See you later, Heero." He walked out, as easily as he had
broke in.
I watched him leave, heard the door slam shut. Three days to prepare,
he had said. What the hell did that mean? I didn't finish the rest of my
dinner. Instead, I went to my room and laid back on my bed, trying to think
of what I was going to do before this so-called get-together. It was cold. I
missed Hilde.
Three days to prepare.
Maybe it was a chance for me to break it off with her, myself. Without
Duo's "help." Maybe that was what he meant.
But I was too greedy, too selfish. I wasn't about to break the habit
yet.
I smiled to myself.
I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

Part Five

I have three days. Three days before I know it's all going to come
crashing down. I know that Duo knows now, that he's probably been knowing
about this for a long time now. I had promised myself I would break it off
with her before this happened. Before I got too attached and before he found
out. But it was too late now. Both had already happened. Even though I had a
feeling I could probably take him, I had promised that I wouldn't mess with
Duo. Or his relationship with Hilde. But it's different now.
I have three days. I'm going to make Hilde mine.

~*~

A.C. 200

The first day after Duo's visit I continued on with my life. I missed
Hilde like mad but I didn't see her. And for some reason, she didn't come to
see me. I figured it was better this way. I had plans to make, things to work
out.
It was hell, though. I came home after another uneventful day to the
same musty, drafty apartment, to the same microwave dinner, the same sappy,
cheesy sitcoms on TV. I couldn't concentrate. I hadn't seen Hilde since last
week. It was starting to get to me.
I opened all the windows in my house. I couldn't breathe. I went to my
room and walked to the weight set in the corner. I laid down and began to
lift in a frenzy, trying to sweat and groan out my obsession. I lifted until
my body was drenched in sweat, the muscles in my arms so tight that they
hurt, and I couldn't lift anymore. I stripped and took a cold shower. I laid
down on my bed, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, an icy draft blowing
through my apartment from the open windows, but I was still burning hot.
Withdrawl.
The second day finds me back in my cubicle at work, trying to persuade
a bored housewife that she should switch her phone services to ours, we have
such a better deal. She tells me that she needs to talk to her husband first.
I keep on it. They've trained me well. She gets angry and calls me an
annoying son-of-a-bitch. She slams the phone down. I sigh.
Fifteen more households to go.
At 5:00 I clock out and get on the bus. There's hardly anyone on it
and I'm glad. I put on my headphones and listen to the news on my portable
radio. The drive to my building seems to take forever today.
The bus stops and I get out, walk inside, up the stairs, down the
hall. I haven't taken my headphones off yet. I get to my apartment.
She's sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, next to my door.
"Hi, Heero."
I take my headphones off. I don't say anything, just stare down at her.
She gets up and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Damn,
I had never noticed how short she was. We kissed, her tongue caressing mine
slowly. Tenderly. I'm starting to get a crick in my neck.
I break the kiss and swipe my card, unlock the door. We step inside.
"What are you doing here?" I take off my jacket and throw it on the
couch.
"I missed you. Didn't you miss me?" She pouts. Her eyes are
mischievous. She's wearing a short red coat, and the little red beret I
remembered her wearing when Duo first introduced me to her. Nothing else. I'm
sure of it.
"No." I lied.
She looked hurt for a minute but then smiled. She walked to my
bedroom. I followed her. She walked to the bed and fell back on it, smiling
devilishly now. I could see up her coat. Nothing. She was wet.
"Come on, Heero, don't be such a bastard!" She giggled and I noticed
one of her hands slowly sliding up from her side to her stomach, down to the
hem of her coat, lifting it up. She spread her legs a little wider and I
watched as the hand slipped down to her thigh, caressing the soft flesh there
before moving up. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily, as I watched her
manipulate her clit before shoving three fingers into her tight entrance.
"Tell me you missed me."
I just stared.
Her eyes opened and narrowed. She was pissed. I felt myself smile. She
was so fucking cute when she was pissed.
Hilde went deeper, pushing her fingers up inside farther, up to her
knuckles. She grunted and lifted her hips up off the bed. She was hot. She
needed much more than fingers.
"Heero... Please." She squirmed on the bed in anticipation, her
patience wearing thin. She worked her fingers faster. In and out. She was
thrusting now, bucking her hips into her hand. Her other hand undid the belt
around her waist, letting her coat fall open, revealing her body without a
stitch of clothing on it. Her pink nipples were hard on her firm little
breasts. She was already flushed and sweating. My pants started to feel
extremely tight.
Hilde's fingers continued to pump in and out. "Oh, God, Heero... Fuck
me! Fuck me, oh, please!" She was on the verge of cumming. She screamed and
arched her body. She went past her knuckles. I had never seen anything like
it. Her other hand suddenly went down and she was pushing a finger into her
ass, desperate for more stimulation.
I didn't say anything. I stripped and walked over to the bed. She
looked up at me, her eyes pleading. I smiled. I carefully took both of her
hands in mine and pulled them out of her. She whimpered softly. She had been
so close to cumming. I had stopped her.
She grinned suddenly then and pulled me to her, her tongue invading my
mouth in a hungry kiss. She had won again. Damn her. I broke the kiss, moving
my mouth down from her lips to her neck, then lower.
I ran my tongue slowly over one taut nipple and then claimed her
entire breast with my mouth, devouring her. She cried out and laughed.
"Oh, come on, Heero, I know you can do better than that." She was
taunting me.
I grabbed her other breast with my hand, twisting the nipple almost
brutally, making her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I bit down on
the breast in my mouth, gently, but enough to make her scream out again.
"Hey!" Hilde latched onto my hair and pulled my head up, away from her
chest. "You better watch what you're doing, Yuy. You wouldn't want me to go
and tell Duo, would you?" Her smile was poisonous, her eyes evil. It looked
like all these years with Duo had rubbed off on her.
I gave her a half-smile. "Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. He
knows."
"What?" Her eyes suddenly went wide.
I laughed. Bitterly. "Yeah. The secret's out, Miss Schbeiker. But like
I said, it doesn't matter." I got up off her and picked her up, flipping her
over onto her back. She didn't protest. She was smiling now.
"Why doesn't it matter, Heero?" She was smiling like Duo again, like
Duo had when I found him in my apartment the other day. Something...
"Because you're mine."
I didn't give her a chance to say anything. I grabbed her hips and
pulled her towards me, parting her legs easily with one hand. She was open,
vulnerable.
"Heero-"
I licked my index finger and ran it slowly over the smooth skin of her
ass, down in between her legs, across her slit. She moaned and moved against
me.
"Now, Heero. Do it /now/."
I pushed my finger inside her, stretching her. Then, with my other
hand, my arm wrapped firmly around her waist, I brought her back against me,
my hard cock entering her in one quick motion.
"Fuck!" she cried out, arching her back. I held her tightly, not
letting her move. I started to thrust in and out, nice and slow.
She whimpered and tried to push back against me, tried to make me go
faster, harder, but my grip on her tiny body was firm.
"Heero!" She squirmed. "Heero, you baka!" She struggled. "Heero, I
need to cum... Oh, God, I need to..." She was desperate.
"Then say it."
"Say what?"
I pulled out, almost all the way. I saw her grab the sheets. She
screamed. I smiled.
"Say you're mine, Hilde."
"Heero, you know I can't-"
I pulled out a little more. One slight shift and I would be completely
out. She cursed.
"Yes! God, yes! Heero, I'm yours, I'm yours..." She was sobbing now. I
almost felt sorry. Almost. Like with Relena.
Looks like I'm winning the game, Duo.
I eased back in. I stroked her back, tenderly. "Hey."
Hilde was silent.
"I love you."
I felt her body tense. "What?"
"Do you want this?" I ignored it. What the hell had I just said?
"Yes... yes." She ingored it, too.
I gripped her around the waist even tighter and thrusted into her,
hard. She moaned. Her muscles clenched tightly around me in pleasure and
protest, wanting it faster. I didn't wait any longer. I pumped in and out
fast and hard, thrusting wildly against her, into her. She bucked her hips
against mine with almost bruising force. We were both eager for the end,
trying to get there as fast and hard as possible.
I fucked harder than I've ever had before, ramming my cock as deeply
into her tight wetness as I could, my teeth clenched. She was screaming in
ecstasy. I could feel myself approaching climax. I reached down and found her
clit. I began to rub it slowly but firmly, in counterpoint to our frenzied
thrusting. I pushed her over the edge.
"HEERO!" Hilde screamed my name as she came, the warm, wet rush of her
release tipping off my own orgasm. I brought my hand up from the junction
between her legs, licking the salty-sweet cum from my fingers as I released
myself into her, voicing a guttural moan that turned into a sigh of immense
satisfaction.
Satisfied. I was satisfied. For now.
Hilde went slack underneath me and I pulled out gently. I laid down on
the bed beside her and turned her over to face me. Her blue eyes were dreamy
and she smiled at me lazily, satiated. I ran a hand back through her long,
damp black hair, smoothing the bangs out of her face. She was so beautiful.
My obsession.
"Heero?" She snuggled up against me. "What are we going to do about
Duo?"
I stroked her back again, pulled her close to me. "I have one day."
"You mean until the dinner?" So he had told her. Did she know already?
That smile from earlier...
I looked down at her. She stared back. She didn't know anything.
"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me think."
The third day, the final day, sees me back in my apartment, laying in
my bed. With Hilde. I skipped work. They wouldn't miss me. After all, I had
never made many sales for them anyway. The important thing was that Hilde was
with me. She came back. She was mine. She had said so.
I had to admit that I felt something, not really guilt, but something
like it. Hilde was crazy about Duo, and he was about her. Yet here she was,
with me. She still loves him, I know that. She's here because she enjoys
this. I'm here because I need her. Because I love her. Because I'm sure of it
now.
I have one day.
Shinigami will have his revenge. I know it.

Parts Six and Seven

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