Mmmk. Well this is my first story. Yes it has an OC, and yes the OC is male. You don't have to read if it you don't want to. Please don't flame me.

Oh... I don't own Gundam Wing either

Mornings. There the worst thing to ever have been created. They always seem to come at the wrong time. And this damn morning is no different. I can feel the sun sun taunting my eyes. I bury my head in the warm body next to me to block the sun- wait a minute. Warm body? "What the hell?"

My eyes open quicker than they've ever had during any time since after the war. I've done it again. I went and got drunk and screwed some random guy again. I don't remember a damn thing either. Groaning, I slowly sit up so I can see the guy who I took to bed last night. He's fairly short, maybe 5'5" or 5'6". He has tanned skin, almost caramel in color actually. His face seems almost boyish, so either he's very young (which makes this statutory) or he's just one of those that never seem to age. I'm hoping for the latter. He has brown, almost red hair. His bang frame his face and land just past his shoulders, The rest seems to layer just above the base of his neck. At least he looks nothing like Heero His arms are smooth, hairless and lead to very delicate looking hands. On his left ring finger is gold band with sapphire swirls engraved into it. Very beautiful and very expensive. Whoever he's married to must be pretty rich. "Married! I slept with a married man?" Dammit, I've really screwed up this time. I run my fingers through my hair agitatedly until my left hand gets snagged. I pull it out roughly not even caring that I may be messing up my precious hair. On my hand are a few strands of my chestnut hair tucked roughly into a gold band on my finger... My ring finger! Did we... are we... are we married?

A groan lifted me from my thoughts as my maybe-husband slowly comes to life. His eyes flutter and when they finally open, I'm greeted with amazing gold, piercing eyes. They look at me sharply, before a frown mars his face. "Who are you?" I just blink at him for a bit, not even registering what he's just said to me. " Well?"

"Are you married?" He blinks at me then scowls harder

"What kind of pick-up line is that?"

I shake my head, "It isn't one. I'm being completely serious."

He sighs before mimicking my previous action, "No, I'm not."

Well, that's just great. I grab his left hand with my own and grin, " Well you are now."

He just looks at me for the longest time before frowning, " That isn't funny."

"I know. For once, I wasn't trying to be." I say hoping my face is as serious as I feel, which is a hell of lot more than I usually am. "I think we got married last night."

"Wow. I don't even know your name."

I smile, at least he isn't freaking out right now, "Duo. Duo Maxwell"

He lowers his head and for a second, I almost think that he's gonna faint, but he doesn't. Instead he simply raises head and gives me a tiny smile. One that looks quite cute on him. " Raphael Falaehan... Or is it Maxwell, now?"

I smile at him and give him a lopsided grin, "Well since Duo Falaehan sounds a little more than funny, it probably is best that you change yours."

An elegant eyebrow rises as golden eyes fill with mirth, "Yeah because Duo Maxwell doesn't already make me laugh." I don't have time to react as he stands up and I'm looking at his tan little bum. Golden eyes trace the room before coming back to look at me. "Where are my clothes?"

"Come on it's not like I haven't already seen you before." The look he gives me is almost as cold as Heero, and maybe it would have been just as bas if I hadn't seen the mirth lying in those poppy gold orbs.

"I'm pretty sure you were too drunk to even remember." To that I have nothing to say. Though not because he is right (even though he is), but because he has once again turned around to resume his search for his clothing. I fall flat on my back and exhale a lengthy breath. Looks like I've screwed up again. Guess I really am good for nothing, huh Hee-chan? That's all I'll ever be, at least to you. I close my eyes and try to will away the painful memories. Nothing good can come of them

"You Okay?" Gold locks with my own Indigo eyes, and realize just how close he is. His aroma is sweet, not at all like the husky scent of Heero that I've become accustomed to. He doesn't seem to mind as I let my arms trail along his body. He isn't as delicate as I first thought, his body is a bit more lithe and lightly muscled. His skin is flawless, or a least it appears to be. I can't feel or see any scars. "Are you?"

I pause in my roaming, but only for a short moment, "I'm fine." I whisper. I am answered with a small chuckle, and I look at his face only to find his eyes close. I take it as a chance to touch his face with my fingertips, and when he doesn't pull back I begin to fully trace his face with my hands. They travel over smooth curves as they move along the sides of his face. Bangs are brushed out of the way, keeping them from hiding his features from view. My hands travel over his eyes, down his cheeks and meet on the center of his lips. Carefully I let them wander over the rosy petals. I lean in but then force myself back, abruptly. I must have scared him because his eyes shoot pen to look at me, filled with shock and maybe just a little disappointment.

"I'm sorry. Guess I got carried away." I watch him shrug and he shifts away to the end of the bed, bringing his knees to his chest in a very childish manner. I notice that he's wearing boxers. It's pair that I've never seen before, so I can only assume they're his. His chin rest light on his knees and he looks at me with a critically gaze.

"I'm seventeen. I'm pretty sure you were wondering. Thought I'd let you know that." Damn, he's young. I suppose it could be worse he could be 15, he looks it. "I should probably go now."

"To where?" I can tell he's nervous about what my reaction to his age. "I'm twenty-one by the way."

"I don't know. Anywhere not here I guess. Don't want to get you in trouble." I have to laugh at that.

"Believe me, I've been in worse situations," I smile at the curious gaze he gives me, "I tell you about it sometime. But you have to stick around." He tries futilely to hide the surprise in his gaze.

"I can stay?" I nod, and he smiles that shy smile from earlier. "Thanks. I really didn't have anywhere to go if you kicked me out."

For some reason, I can believe that. It surely is cliché enough. I stand and search for my own underwear., finding them a lot quicker than him. Opening a drawer and slipping on a pair of sweatpants, a throw a shirt at him. He looks at it then back up at me.

"No pants?" I laugh and shake my head.

"I've always wanted someone to walk around in only a shirt a owned. Makes me feel kind of loved you know?" He eyes the shirt for a little while longer and I get the feeling that he isn't going to put it on without pants anytime soon Heero sure wouldn't.

"Can I have a bigger one then?" I know the surprise is showing on my face because that was definitely not the answer I was expecting. Quickly I search around for a larger t-shirt and as soon as I toss it too him he slips it on. "I'm guessing you like black?"

Both he and I are wearing the dark color. I look into my drawer and see, well, black. I guess I could add a little more color to my wardrobe "It's one of my favorites."

"I can tell." And with that he gracefully steps of the bed and begins to walk out the door. "Hey Duo," he pauses in his strides, but doesn't turn to at me. "What's going to happen?"

"I don't know" and truthfully it's the only answer I can give. I'm not sure what to do either. He doesn't answer, only continuing out the door. I sigh and follow slowly after him. "Damn, what are we going to do?"

Well that's it for the first chapter. hope you enjoyed. R&R please