Speechless
By: WickedGame
a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing. This is a little fic I have written in honor of the Valentine's Season. A drabble, if you will.
Warnings: Shounen ai, a little yaoi, and some probably bastardized French taken from Babelfish.
Did you know that Heero can speak twelve different languages, and knows various dialects of each one of those languages? English, Japanese, Mandarin, Farsi, French, Greek, Italian, Spanish, Dutch, German, Russian, and Latin. The guy speaks a damn dead language for crying out loud! He told me that he was taught those languages when he was very young, when the mind is most apt to absorb all that knowledge. He needed to know them all for infiltration. I only know English and Japanese. But it doesn't matter. It's just one more surprising facet to the man I love.
And it is undoubtedly sexy. He uses every language intermittently, keeping me on my toes. When he wants to seduce me, he tells me he loves me in French.
"Je t'aime Duo. Vous etes si beau. Venes pour enfoncer avec moi," he tells me, melting me down to a puddle of malleable Duo. Did you catch that? He told me what it means. 'I love you Duo. You are so beautiful. Come to bed with me'
You cannot tell me that it would not melt you into a puddle too.
When he teases me, he uses Spanish. When we are lying in bed, tangled from messy and hot sex, he speaks to me in Japanese.
"Kimi o ai shiteru Duo," he says to me as he holds me close, our breath and fluids mingling.
He tells me he loves me in every language he can speak. But you know what is the most profound? Silence. He was always so silent during the war, but that was the stoic silence of someone who feels they have to stay silent. The silence now is the comfortable silence of someone who feels they do not have to use words to express how they feel. His silence speaks the loudest to me. The touch of his hands, the look in his eyes, the way he kisses me, the way he holds me, and the way he makes love to me; those are all actions that speak louder than any words. The silence is profound. And while I love the sounds of him calling me 'corazon', 'miele', 'koibito', or any other number of endearments, I can't help but crave the silent ways he shows me the same things. In the silence he tells me the most, and no words can ever compare.
Did you know Heero could speak twelve different languages? You never answered me. Well, he can. And it is just another reason to love him. I tell you, sometimes he just leaves me speechless.
English I love you
Japanese Kimi o ai shiteru
Mandarin Wo ai ni
Farsi – Tora dust midaram
French Je t'aime
Greek S' ayapo
Italian Ti amo
Spanish Te amo
Dutch Ik hou van jou
German Ich liebe dich
Russian Ya lyublyu tebya
Latin Te amo