"Holiness Not Found"

(2/2)

by Jenn Blackett

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.

Warnings: Yaoi/Non-Yaoi themes, LEMON, language, unrequited love.

Pairings: 2x1, H+2, 1xH

It was raining. Again. And you know what? She didn't give a flying fuck. It could rain them all to Hell and she still wouldn't care. Her world had ended at 9:22 p.m., Wednesday, the day that Death surrendered to Perfection. Or was that the other way around? She didn't know and she didn't care, it sounded poetical anyway.

Hirde was beginning to realize that poetry was all she was going to have left in her life now. The real human poetry she had left when she ran, and when she came back to her house two days later, he was gone. No note. Not a single word from anyone on where he'd gone. He'd vanished, like a ghost, like a figment of her imagination had been living in her house. Sometimes she wished she was so lucky to have been insane, because Duo Maxwell may have been the most unreal thing she had ever known and it hurt to know she couldn't have him.

She'd been living like this for two weeks now. No word from anyone, not a single living soul. The scrap yard was closed unless one of the workers decided to open it and do some work, she didn't bother showing up. She really didn't want to explain the fact that Duo was gone and she didn't know where he was. So, she just existed, cooked, cleaned, tried to catch his scent on any article of clothing or bed sheet to soothe herself, but she couldn't look at the couch. No, she didn't even dare going into the living room, afraid to remember, to feel that again.

So Hirde usually ended up in the kitchen, slowly stirring her coffee with a long spoon, daydreaming about the most unlikely things. No one disturbed her, which suited her fine, she just let the answering machine pick up her calls. Like now.

The vid-phone's ringing dimly woke her from her dream-like state, causing her cerulean eyes to cast over in it's direction in a cursory sort of way, the cheerful twin voices crying, "Hello, you've reached the home of Hirde and Duo, so please leave a message and maybe we'll answer ya! Thanks!" BEEPPPPP!

"....Hirde."

Heero.

She froze. That wasn't him, was it? How could he call her like this? What gave him the damn *right* to call her!?

Long pause of wait for her to get up and pick up the phone.

"Not happening, jerk off." She muttered.

"Hirde, I'm coming over." Click. Dial tone.

"He's WHAT!???"

Her every sense was fired with emotion, anger, sadness, sheer rage at his utter gall of coming back here when he stole everything that mattered to her! Bitter, raging thoughts worked in her brain, blaming Heero for everything, for Duo's lack of notice in her as anything more then a friend, for the sex scene--he seduced Duo, yeah!--even for the bloody rain they were having today! Heero Yuy was branded the Devil Incarnate in her mind and there was no way in HELL he was coming in her house! Na-uh! No way!

Hirde didn't noticed that he was standing three feet away until she finally looked up from her coffee. Shrieking, she jumped from her chair and quickly hid behind it, putting it between herself and this horrible man.

Her gaze narrowed at the man that had literally stolen the love of her life. First thing she noticed was the fact that he was dripping all over her newly cleaned kitchen floor, his hair soddened from the rain and sticking up in those intriguing spikes again. Heero wore a dark blue cotton shirt, unbuttoned, with a familiar dark green tank top underneath. Not that that had done much protecting against the raging storm outside, both materials were stuck together and molded to his somewhat tan torso, outlining even the subtlest muscle line through the material. Tight as a glove thanks to the rain, blue jeans clung to his powerful legs and hips. In fact, Hirde could bet if she were to be behind him and fling a quarter at his ass, the damn thing would bounce right back. She could remember how tight an ass he had from that night...

Pushing that aside, her angry eyes finally raised to his face, noting the calm, unassuming expression on his face. His dark blue eyes, different from Duo's own deep, rich violety-hue, were glittering quietly at her from behind his soddened bangs, watching, calculating, careful.

"How the hell did you get in!?"

Shrug. "I have a key."

Figures.

She growled lowly. "Then you can fucking find your way out wherever the hell you came from!" With that said, she sunk back into her chair and firmly looked away from him, ignoring his existence.

Does anyone realize how stubborn Gundam pilots are? Then you really need to meet Heero Yuy. Either he's stubborn or he's as dense as hell, because the only answer she got to her command was the sound of the chair next to her sliding out, a body sounding wet and squishy, but also heavily sitting down, before it pushed itself back in.

"Don't be childish."

That made her pissed. "Childish!? I'll give you fucking childish!" Her hand suddenly snaked out, determined to slap that non-pulsed look off his face in one fell blow, make him as angry as she was feeling right now.

Heero caught her hand easily in a move she probably couldn't even catch if she slowed the tape down. Wasn't there someone else in the past who moved that fast? Bruce Lee or something. It wasn't an unkind grip, but it certainly wasn't one she could easily get out of. After a few futile moments of shouting curses at the silent pilot, Hirde just settled with glaring. "What the fuck do you want?"

Sigh. "This has got to stop."

"What has to stop?"

"You know what I mean." His eyes narrowed a little at her, as if chiding her for her not knowing what he was talking about or really avoiding the subject by asking a million questions.

She flushed and cursed herself for it. "No, I don't know what you mean, so have your say and then leave me the hell alone."

"Daijabu." Heero's cold tone sent shivers down her spine, his grip absently tightening on her wrist and then relaxing again to just holding it still. "What you saw between Duo and I.... It was a mistake."

A sharp bark of laughter cut him abruptly off, her eyes narrowing in a cruel way she often saw Duo use when he was talking to OZies. Well, she felt pretty damn cruel at the moment, a sarcastic grin tugging at her lips. "If you're going to say that you came along and you didn't mean for it to happen, that it doesn't really matter, Duo and you just looked at one another and decided to have sex out of the freaking blue!" Her tone grew edgier, more dangerous. "Then why don't you go fuck yourself. I'm not stupid. Duo said he loved you. I heard it, goddamnit."

"Duo doesn't know how to love."

His answer shocked her. It was so easily said, so precisely spoken, as an absolute fact one looks up in a Periodic Table or some shit, and with that much interest and emotion as well. This guy was unbelievable. Really unbelievable. Duo wasn't like that! She knew it, deep in her heart. Every time he held her when she cried, every time he smiled at her in the morning. Ne, there was something there. He *could* feel love. She knew he could! Why would this bastard make such an outright, bold lie!?

Suddenly, Hirde just wanted to wound, to hurt him. Her tone was almost casual as she began. "So you claim Duo can't love, do you? Hn, I think I can see that.... Maybe he couldn't love you." Her eyes snapped up, warming to her subject. "Couldn't love the soldier that has no emotions that don't revolve around battle. Love the coldness that plays in those eyes. You have no soul behind those eyes, only a need to fight, to kill, to complete your fucking precious mission. Hai, Duo couldn't love, he couldn't love a mindless, soulless, cold-blooded murderer.... because you can't love. You can't feel." She spat.

Silence.

He didn't give any outward sign of being affected. His hand did not tighten on her wrist in a grip that she knew he could break her wrist easily with. Nor did he glare at her or murmur a favorite death threat. All he did was sit there... and sit.... and sit.... until finally he stood, quietly as he had come in, and turned slowly to head for the door again.

Maybe it was because he was tracking water all over her floor or the fact that he wasn't even giving her the decent fight she wanted, but Hirde stood swiftly, throwing the chair back against the wall with a crash. She ran after him, ready to punch and kick and hurt him with everything she had. "YOU CAN'T FEEL, YOU HEAR ME!?"

Heero turned swiftly and yanked her hands before she could even think to hit him, causing her to fall hard with a cry against his chest. While she was struggling to regain her balance, Heero ripped down the bulky flannel shirt she had taken to wearing, revealing her black lace bra, crushing her breasts hard against him. He watched her quietly as she twisted and struggled, shouted obscenities at him, holding her easily immobile until she finally gave up, panting hard and just glaring up at him.

That's when he made his move.

Heero pulled Hirde up sharply by her shoulders, crushing her lips hard with his own. He kissed the breath out of her, ignoring her renewed struggles and protests, just crushing her lips in a hard, firm kiss. His one hand slid up her shoulder and her throat, playing against her jaw and pressing in to make her open her mouth and hold it open as he pushed his tongue in, raving her mouth, exploring every single part of it.

Meanwhile, Hirde's mind was in turmoil. Here was her worst enemy, the one who had stolen Duo's heart, kissing her like no one would ever have dared to kiss her before. She was always treated gently, softly, as if her delicate frame couldn't take more then a breath of air to blow it away. No, Heero was raping her mouth, raging and passionate, dark and everything she could only have dreamed Duo would do and be to her. However, this wasn't Duo.

This was Heero.

And, oh God, did she ever know it was Heero.

A moan startled her, her angry eyes starting to glimmer with a different raging passion, desire, want, a need to fuck, to get rid of this ache of loneliness and pain inside her. Suddenly, she didn't care what he did, and she wasn't confusing him with Duo. She wanted him. She wanted Heero Yuy.

And she didn't care if he knew it or not.

Heero's eyes were watching her own intently, glittering with a strange combination of lust and excitement. His gaze could swallow her whole right now for she was being consumed in the violent heat in her body. Her free hand stopped trying to push him away and begin jerking at his clothes, pulling the wet cloth harshly from his shoulders, enjoying the ripping sound. Her eyes shone up to him, lusting, enjoying the way his own narrowed back down to her, the way he moved his mouth to start biting and sucking hard along her jaw and down her throat.

"And I don't feel...." Heero growled quietly against her throat, making her shiver hard with more want.

"Show me how you feel..."

Eyes flicked up to Hirde's own at her breathless reply. "Ninmu ryoukai."

Their hands moved everywhere at once it seemed. Her own tore at his remaining clothes, wanting him naked as soon as possible, to view, taste, touch every single bit of flesh she had only given cursory attention to before. Heero smirked a little at her need, being very deliberate in his movements as he lick his way down to her lacey bra, ripping it off with a quick jerk.

Hirde cried out hard as his mouth devoured her breasts, using teeth and tongue to expert advantage, hands pinching and squeezing the twin that would currently be ignored by his mouth, getting her skin wet and red when he was done. Marked by him. Her whole body was slowly getting branded by his arousal, his hands skimming down her sides firmly to jerk down the boxers quickly and cup her ass, grinding her up against the evidence of his passion.

A sharp moan rent the air as she felt that, getting slick and wet and needy as his fingers plundered the area between her legs, sliding in and out in a jerky rhythm, being hard and cruel by denying her satisfaction when she felt it near.

Hirde's eyes flashed open. He had suddenly stopped and moved away, just looking at her body. Her naked breasts wet and red, the flushed pallor to her skin, lips bruised, and hair tousled. Her legs were quivering slightly and she could feel her wetness slipping down to coat her inner thighs a bit, aching and wanting of his touch, mouth, cock, anything. Heero stood there, though, just watching her quietly, the dim kitchen light over the stove shining on his semi-wet skin, the excellent muscles evidenced by hard military training, the pecs and abs, and the large bulge in his as-yet-unremoved pants, asking for attention. Hirde's eyes narrowed at that a moment, flicking up a moment to watch Heero smirk almost coyly and lick his slick fingers coated with her passion clean slowly.

She couldn't let him win that easily.

A temptress' smile lit her lips as she got down slowly on all fours, crawling over to him like a little kitty cat. She paused at his feet, kneeling as she kissed her way up either leg, reveling in torturing him now. Taking a moment to look up at him with a smoky expression, delighting in the fact he was watching her as if she was the only thing that mattered right now, she jerked the belt out from his pant loops, throwing it sharply to the side to clang loudly.

Heero smirked, amused, and motioned her to continue.

Her eyes lit with an inner fire, she slowly unbuttoned his fly before gripping the zipper quite firmly with her teeth, slowly pulling it down. All the while, she stared up at him, enjoying the way his throat moved as he swallowed and grunted softly, only looking down when she came face to face with the part of him she most wanted to see. His cock was exactly as she remembered it, but up close it was more impressive. She licked her lips softly, taking a moment to feel some glee at what she was about to do, before licking lightly at the tip.

A deep guttural groan was her reward.

Hirde tried not to giggle, eyes flicking up a moment before she got back on task. Slowly and softly she licked her way down his cock, nipping absently at every other point. She felt his strong hands softly caress through her hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging at her, demanding. Eager to comply at this moment and show she can hold her own, Hirde moved her lips back to the tip, taking a moment to suck softly at the sweet fluid leaking out of the slit before she stabbed her tongue sharply there before taking him fully into her mouth.

Heero's hands tightened hard in her hair, jerking her head back and forth, wanting her mouth on him harder. She moaned around him, finding it so hot, loving the taste of him, the slick feel, before she narrowed her eyes and pushed him back hard, breaking his hold.

Watching the Perfect Soldier stare down at you stunned is a real treat, if she does say so herself. Trying not to giggle at his shocked, wanting expression, Hirde only indulged in a smile, licking her lips clean of his fluids and winking. "Do you want me?" She purred.

"That's a baka question."

"I know."

Heero made it over to her side in less time then she had hoped, picking her up quickly and turning her face down on the counter. Hirde gasped, only having enough time to ready herself before he rammed himself hard and deep inside her. Crying out, she pushed back hard, fingers clenching hard on the linoleum. Heero grunted as he fucked her, pushing in and out hard and violently, Hirde meeting him thrust for thrust. In mere moments, she came hard, screaming out her pleasure. Heero followed her, jerking her hips hard back to grind inside, releasing deep inside her.

Dazed and confused, Hirde stared down at the counter, mildly admiring the blue and pink dots that made up the color scheme of the countertop, just trying to catch her breath. Heero pressed his lips to the back of her neck, staying deep inside her, feeling her throb around him absently in the aftermath. Both breathed hard, trying to come down from that unbelievable high that they hadn't counted on.

She had fallen for a sinner, only to be fucked by a saint.

Loved the devil.

Lusted for the angel.

Correction, *lusting*.

Hirde closed her eyes tightly, not understanding. "What are we going to do?" She asked hesitantly, so very softly.

Heero responded after a few moments. "I don't know."

And the rain still fell.

~~OWARI