FanFiction : Till Death, We Do Part
Title: Till Death, We Do Part
Chapter: 3
Rating: M, language and adult situations. Hah.
Summary: Duo strove to forget Heero by delving into his work as a Preventer agent, but his method of coping soon becomes futile.
Notes: Something I work on when I'm drinking. Hah hah. All my other fanfiction can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/~succumbdefeat.
She held on to his hand with a soft grip, urging him forward. Heero stopped in the corridor, causing his hand to fall out of Relena’s. The sandy-blonde haired woman turned to face him, curiously regarding him.
“Your brother is an asshole. Why is he here?” Heero inquired deadpan. Zechs had not been present at their wedding, and nearly seven months after Heero married his sister he insisted on partaking in this conference. Relena frowned slightly, but her displeasure quickly ebbed from her features. She was always surprised when Heero spoke profanities, a habit he had picked up from Duo unbeknownst to her. Approaching Heero, she stood before him, leaning into him, grazing her lips over his. His wife reached out a delicate hand and swept an unruly lock of hair behind his ear.
“I really don’t expect you two to get along. But please be cordial, for me?” Relena asked, hoping Heero would oblige her as she lovingly straightened his tie. Heero nodded silently as he smoothed a hand over her waist clad in rose hued chiffon.
Heero entered the meeting room nonchalantly, Relena following him. Upon entrance, they faced Une, Sally, Noin, and Zechs sitting behind an expansive table. The women rose to their feet to greet Heero and Relena, but Zechs remained posed his gaze detached. The couple took their seats.
“Thank you for coming. I hope this means you have considered our offer, Heero.” Une spoke confidently.
“I have. And I accept.” Heero replied calmly, regarding Une intently.
“I personally do not think you are qualified. You are serving as a public dignitary of the Preventers as Director. Since your marriage to Relena, you have gained the people’s interest. We feel you can ease the distrust facing the organization.” Zechs spoke cool and calculated. Heero eyed him in quiet anger.
“I feel Heero is more than qualified. And he will surely succeed at this.” Relena said miffed at her husband being slighted. Noin smirked Relena’s unwavering confidence in the man who sat by her side. A tense silence lapsed over the room.
“I’ll do fine.” Heero affirmed simply.
Time crawled by since the wedding for Duo, so cruelly slow. Even numbing himself in an alcoholic haze, the pain always recurred in his cognition, gnawing at him, taunting him. He direly missed Heero and longed for his company, his feelings were intensified by the knowledge he was with her. Duo steadfastly strove to avoid newspapers, tabloids, and even nightly news reports. The newly wed couple had become a point of interest for the public. The slightest thing could remind Duo of his misery, such as a photo or mere mention of his name. Duo had been sickened when he first read “Relena Yuy” in the dull black print of a newspaper. It seemed so irreversible. His bitterness created the notion of Heero alone; being suffocated in a domestic hell, assuming Relena could never empathize with Heero. Which beg the question, did he ever make Heero feel at ease? Perhaps, Relena was just as qualified as him. Duo’s wry sense of optimism offered no solace, he would look to the bright side, but there was none to speak of.
He sat in before his desk, his feet propped upon the table and arms behind his head, wearing dark sun glasses despite the fact he was in-doors. Working was his salvation, being a Preventers Agent inhibited Duo from all the self-destructive behavior he silently lusted for. Wufei stirred him by dropping a manila folder upon his desk, already strewn with unfilled reports stained with coffee rings.
“New orders,” Wufei announced as he crossed his arms. Duo cocked his brow, removing his feet from the desk, leaning forward as he removed his sun glasses, tucking the eyewear in his jacket pocket. Flipping open the folder, Duo idly scanned the memorandum. Duo’s expression fell into a morose contortion.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Duo muttered flatly.
“It is a joke. Just because he married a Peacecraft he suddenly becomes Director. I have been here for years.” Wufei sourly vexed. But he wasn’t being listened to; Duo’s eyes were fixated on the orders, the print of Heero Yuy. Duo’s haven could no longer offer any shelter from his excruciating reality. Thoughts of the last time they had sex surged into his head, Duo especially remembered the foreign feeling of the ring upon Heero’s finger as Heero pumped his erection. Duo shook his head, in futile attempts to purge the memories from between the bones of his skull.
A keen dread followed Duo for the next two days, mounting as the meeting commenced. Duo stood amidst his fellow agents, before assembly stood Une, introducing Heero Yuy as Director of Operations. Duo studied him from the crowd with a blank expression; Heero was wearing a fitted black suit. He looked cunning and professional, and utterly desirable. Duo fidgeted in his uniform as Heero surveyed his subordinates before speaking.
“Thank you, Une. Our sole prerogative is to ensure peace and safety for the citizens. I urge you to utilize cautious discretion. If we cannot provide protection for everyone, we fail.” Heero spoke concisely and solemnly. The ceremony concluded and Duo quickly exited the assembly hall, immediately exiting headquarters for a cigarette. One cigarette turned into four as he paced the concrete courtyard. Duo tarried long enough; he had to return to his office. He entered the foyer and strode to the stairs, bypassing the elevator. Duo could not imagine anything worse than getting confided in a small space with Heero, being trapped in there.
His hands stuffed into his uniform’s jacket and head down, Duo ascended the stairs, his footfalls echoing in the stairwell. Stories above him, Duo heard a metal clamor as someone entered the vertical shaft. Their steps sounded, indicating to Duo that they were descending. Before Duo had time to react Heero stood above him on the stairs, staring down at Duo. He gaped at Heero for an instant, before his features fell into an agreeable veneer.
“Director Yuy,” Duo greeted cheerfully.
“Agent Maxwell,” Heero replied wooden. Heero remained in stance, gazing at Duo coldly, but not willing himself to move. Duo forced an airy chuckle, amused that he was bested by irony. As he swiped a hand over his hair, Duo desperately searched for something witty to say. His mind was void. Duo’s eyes focused on Heero as his footfalls sounded once more, passing Duo where he stood.
“Why did you invite me?” Duo blurted out, panicked their interaction had already ended. Heero ceased his movements.
“I didn’t. Relena must have.” Director Yuy indifferently said to his subordinate, refusing to turn and face his former lover. Duo grinned despite himself, his eyes taking on a dark quality.
“Oh? She doesn’t know about us then?” Agent Maxwell asked causally.
“What do you think?” Heero firmly replied. Duo slunk up to Heero standing close behind him.
“That she doesn’t know you fucked me on her wedding night.” Duo lowly uttered into his ear, placing his hand on his supervisor’s shoulder. Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance.
“Why would she need to know that? It’s not going to happen again.” Heero spoke resolute, pulling from Duo, walking away at a steady pace. The words stung, Duo’s ego taking critical damage.
“Heero! I-” Duo yelled, limply outstretching his hand.
“Enough, Duo,” Heero sternly commanded. Duo gritted his teeth as the echo of Heero’s footsteps receded.
That night, Heero fucked Relena savagely. He compelled his wife on her knees, and took her from behind. A position which he was aware she disliked. Gripping her hips jouncing under his forceful thrusts, Heero menacingly glared at Relena’s naked back.
“Heero- you’re hurting me.” Relena softly whimpered. She wanted to please her husband, but she was receiving no pleasure, only bursts of pain. Heero ceased his brutal gyrations, and swept a hand over her honey-colored hair plastered to her neck and back by sweat.
“Sorry.” Heero sputtered as he closed his eyes. Heero proceeded more compassionately.
Chapter: 3
Rating: M, language and adult situations. Hah.
Summary: Duo strove to forget Heero by delving into his work as a Preventer agent, but his method of coping soon becomes futile.
Notes: Something I work on when I'm drinking. Hah hah. All my other fanfiction can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/~succumbdefeat.
She held on to his hand with a soft grip, urging him forward. Heero stopped in the corridor, causing his hand to fall out of Relena’s. The sandy-blonde haired woman turned to face him, curiously regarding him.
“Your brother is an asshole. Why is he here?” Heero inquired deadpan. Zechs had not been present at their wedding, and nearly seven months after Heero married his sister he insisted on partaking in this conference. Relena frowned slightly, but her displeasure quickly ebbed from her features. She was always surprised when Heero spoke profanities, a habit he had picked up from Duo unbeknownst to her. Approaching Heero, she stood before him, leaning into him, grazing her lips over his. His wife reached out a delicate hand and swept an unruly lock of hair behind his ear.
“I really don’t expect you two to get along. But please be cordial, for me?” Relena asked, hoping Heero would oblige her as she lovingly straightened his tie. Heero nodded silently as he smoothed a hand over her waist clad in rose hued chiffon.
Heero entered the meeting room nonchalantly, Relena following him. Upon entrance, they faced Une, Sally, Noin, and Zechs sitting behind an expansive table. The women rose to their feet to greet Heero and Relena, but Zechs remained posed his gaze detached. The couple took their seats.
“Thank you for coming. I hope this means you have considered our offer, Heero.” Une spoke confidently.
“I have. And I accept.” Heero replied calmly, regarding Une intently.
“I personally do not think you are qualified. You are serving as a public dignitary of the Preventers as Director. Since your marriage to Relena, you have gained the people’s interest. We feel you can ease the distrust facing the organization.” Zechs spoke cool and calculated. Heero eyed him in quiet anger.
“I feel Heero is more than qualified. And he will surely succeed at this.” Relena said miffed at her husband being slighted. Noin smirked Relena’s unwavering confidence in the man who sat by her side. A tense silence lapsed over the room.
“I’ll do fine.” Heero affirmed simply.
Time crawled by since the wedding for Duo, so cruelly slow. Even numbing himself in an alcoholic haze, the pain always recurred in his cognition, gnawing at him, taunting him. He direly missed Heero and longed for his company, his feelings were intensified by the knowledge he was with her. Duo steadfastly strove to avoid newspapers, tabloids, and even nightly news reports. The newly wed couple had become a point of interest for the public. The slightest thing could remind Duo of his misery, such as a photo or mere mention of his name. Duo had been sickened when he first read “Relena Yuy” in the dull black print of a newspaper. It seemed so irreversible. His bitterness created the notion of Heero alone; being suffocated in a domestic hell, assuming Relena could never empathize with Heero. Which beg the question, did he ever make Heero feel at ease? Perhaps, Relena was just as qualified as him. Duo’s wry sense of optimism offered no solace, he would look to the bright side, but there was none to speak of.
He sat in before his desk, his feet propped upon the table and arms behind his head, wearing dark sun glasses despite the fact he was in-doors. Working was his salvation, being a Preventers Agent inhibited Duo from all the self-destructive behavior he silently lusted for. Wufei stirred him by dropping a manila folder upon his desk, already strewn with unfilled reports stained with coffee rings.
“New orders,” Wufei announced as he crossed his arms. Duo cocked his brow, removing his feet from the desk, leaning forward as he removed his sun glasses, tucking the eyewear in his jacket pocket. Flipping open the folder, Duo idly scanned the memorandum. Duo’s expression fell into a morose contortion.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Duo muttered flatly.
“It is a joke. Just because he married a Peacecraft he suddenly becomes Director. I have been here for years.” Wufei sourly vexed. But he wasn’t being listened to; Duo’s eyes were fixated on the orders, the print of Heero Yuy. Duo’s haven could no longer offer any shelter from his excruciating reality. Thoughts of the last time they had sex surged into his head, Duo especially remembered the foreign feeling of the ring upon Heero’s finger as Heero pumped his erection. Duo shook his head, in futile attempts to purge the memories from between the bones of his skull.
A keen dread followed Duo for the next two days, mounting as the meeting commenced. Duo stood amidst his fellow agents, before assembly stood Une, introducing Heero Yuy as Director of Operations. Duo studied him from the crowd with a blank expression; Heero was wearing a fitted black suit. He looked cunning and professional, and utterly desirable. Duo fidgeted in his uniform as Heero surveyed his subordinates before speaking.
“Thank you, Une. Our sole prerogative is to ensure peace and safety for the citizens. I urge you to utilize cautious discretion. If we cannot provide protection for everyone, we fail.” Heero spoke concisely and solemnly. The ceremony concluded and Duo quickly exited the assembly hall, immediately exiting headquarters for a cigarette. One cigarette turned into four as he paced the concrete courtyard. Duo tarried long enough; he had to return to his office. He entered the foyer and strode to the stairs, bypassing the elevator. Duo could not imagine anything worse than getting confided in a small space with Heero, being trapped in there.
His hands stuffed into his uniform’s jacket and head down, Duo ascended the stairs, his footfalls echoing in the stairwell. Stories above him, Duo heard a metal clamor as someone entered the vertical shaft. Their steps sounded, indicating to Duo that they were descending. Before Duo had time to react Heero stood above him on the stairs, staring down at Duo. He gaped at Heero for an instant, before his features fell into an agreeable veneer.
“Director Yuy,” Duo greeted cheerfully.
“Agent Maxwell,” Heero replied wooden. Heero remained in stance, gazing at Duo coldly, but not willing himself to move. Duo forced an airy chuckle, amused that he was bested by irony. As he swiped a hand over his hair, Duo desperately searched for something witty to say. His mind was void. Duo’s eyes focused on Heero as his footfalls sounded once more, passing Duo where he stood.
“Why did you invite me?” Duo blurted out, panicked their interaction had already ended. Heero ceased his movements.
“I didn’t. Relena must have.” Director Yuy indifferently said to his subordinate, refusing to turn and face his former lover. Duo grinned despite himself, his eyes taking on a dark quality.
“Oh? She doesn’t know about us then?” Agent Maxwell asked causally.
“What do you think?” Heero firmly replied. Duo slunk up to Heero standing close behind him.
“That she doesn’t know you fucked me on her wedding night.” Duo lowly uttered into his ear, placing his hand on his supervisor’s shoulder. Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance.
“Why would she need to know that? It’s not going to happen again.” Heero spoke resolute, pulling from Duo, walking away at a steady pace. The words stung, Duo’s ego taking critical damage.
“Heero! I-” Duo yelled, limply outstretching his hand.
“Enough, Duo,” Heero sternly commanded. Duo gritted his teeth as the echo of Heero’s footsteps receded.
That night, Heero fucked Relena savagely. He compelled his wife on her knees, and took her from behind. A position which he was aware she disliked. Gripping her hips jouncing under his forceful thrusts, Heero menacingly glared at Relena’s naked back.
“Heero- you’re hurting me.” Relena softly whimpered. She wanted to please her husband, but she was receiving no pleasure, only bursts of pain. Heero ceased his brutal gyrations, and swept a hand over her honey-colored hair plastered to her neck and back by sweat.
“Sorry.” Heero sputtered as he closed his eyes. Heero proceeded more compassionately.