Title: First Love
Author: ClarySage
Warnings & Disclaimers: I don't own Heero and Duo, Gundam Wing, or a large
metal robot capable of destroying a building or two. Damn.
The Following Fic Contains: Duo, his first love, his second love, sap, a
guessing game for you with any luck. Small smut.
I can remember the first time I saw you, and though it sounds odd to say it, and maybe a little cliché, I knew then that we were meant for one another. I could tell just by looking at you, the strength and beauty you contained. It wouldn't be long until we were together.
The first time we touched it also seems as if I shouldn't describe it as electric, but it was. When my fingers caressed you, you were smooth and warm, your smell, the taste of metal. It comes in flashes, phantasms across the backs of my eyelids.
The first time I lay naked inside you, the air so hot and still, the vibrations around me echoing sounds of heartbeats. I could never leave; it was as if you'd been made for me. Tailored to my body, places for fingertips and heels and heart.
Though I run, though I hide, you were my hiding place, I never ran from you. I can still hear the sounds you made, I can still taste the metal and soot. And then, all I can hear is the echoing shock that rocked the ground when you were destroyed and the images behind my eyes go dark with the vision of it.
It was someone else then, someone else who reached out for me. It wasn't you, you were gone. Though his beauty was of a different kind, his face more rounded and human. When I kissed him, he kissed back. When I touched him, though the sounds were different, I could hear a faint echo of you. His taste as well was that of metal, though warmer.
He lost someone as well, though he never admits that it hurts him. Someday, maybe we'll talk about it together, and I can tell him about my love for you. I think he knows sometimes. He says I've woken up calling your name, and he's not so blind as he seems.
"Duo?"
Turning from the window I can tell Heero wonders what I was thinking, his face moving into angles and mouth into a small frown that indicates it.
"Don't you ever miss him?"
"Who?" He moves closer, his fingers delicately taking my hand as if it might disappear.
"Your first."
He nods as if he knows, and surprises me by a the smile that creeps over his mouth and turns up the corners. "I brought you something." In that shy way he has, his gaze drops to the carpet and his hand fumbles at his pocket.
My breath stops as I catch sight of the picture, my hands reaching for it hungrily. As I stare at the picture of you it all comes back again, and then it holds in this one moment of time that you've been captured in. You were so new, and yet so used. It had been time and yet..."Deathscythe," I whisper. I'll never forget my first love.
I can remember the first time I saw you, and though it sounds odd to say it, and maybe a little cliché, I knew then that we were meant for one another. I could tell just by looking at you, the strength and beauty you contained. It wouldn't be long until we were together.
The first time we touched it also seems as if I shouldn't describe it as electric, but it was. When my fingers caressed you, you were smooth and warm, your smell, the taste of metal. It comes in flashes, phantasms across the backs of my eyelids.
The first time I lay naked inside you, the air so hot and still, the vibrations around me echoing sounds of heartbeats. I could never leave; it was as if you'd been made for me. Tailored to my body, places for fingertips and heels and heart.
Though I run, though I hide, you were my hiding place, I never ran from you. I can still hear the sounds you made, I can still taste the metal and soot. And then, all I can hear is the echoing shock that rocked the ground when you were destroyed and the images behind my eyes go dark with the vision of it.
It was someone else then, someone else who reached out for me. It wasn't you, you were gone. Though his beauty was of a different kind, his face more rounded and human. When I kissed him, he kissed back. When I touched him, though the sounds were different, I could hear a faint echo of you. His taste as well was that of metal, though warmer.
He lost someone as well, though he never admits that it hurts him. Someday, maybe we'll talk about it together, and I can tell him about my love for you. I think he knows sometimes. He says I've woken up calling your name, and he's not so blind as he seems.
"Duo?"
Turning from the window I can tell Heero wonders what I was thinking, his face moving into angles and mouth into a small frown that indicates it.
"Don't you ever miss him?"
"Who?" He moves closer, his fingers delicately taking my hand as if it might disappear.
"Your first."
He nods as if he knows, and surprises me by a the smile that creeps over his mouth and turns up the corners. "I brought you something." In that shy way he has, his gaze drops to the carpet and his hand fumbles at his pocket.
My breath stops as I catch sight of the picture, my hands reaching for it hungrily. As I stare at the picture of you it all comes back again, and then it holds in this one moment of time that you've been captured in. You were so new, and yet so used. It had been time and yet..."Deathscythe," I whisper. I'll never forget my first love.