Title: Anything for you

Category: Crossover, Gundam Wing – Harry Potter

Rating: Pg13 / Teen

Pairings: Duo/Wufei

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: Marauder era, post endless-waltz. When the one that you love has a chance to explore a part of his family history-and himself-that he didn't know existed, what else can you do but support him?

Anything for you, Chapter One: Home sweet home

Long black lashes fluttered as the first rays of morning light made their way through the small gaps in heavy chocolate curtains. Fine chestnut brows furrowed. Turning his face away from the window, he burrowed down into plump pillows. A pale hand fumbled across the cream expanse, reaching for the familiar warmth that should have been beside him. He frowned. Cool sheets, rumpled. No warmth. No hard, lean body.

'No morning sex.' He pouted, now fully awake.

This was not the start to his day that Duo Maxwell had planned. Well, hoped for. He was growing used to his little Dragon's unconscious efforts-and successes-in foiling many a well planned day.

Forcing himself up, scared limbs appeared above the covers. Why couldn't he win, just this once? A nice, long lazy day. Relaxing. Carefree. Perfect. He liked, no, he loved it when the most important decision of the day was what to have for dinner, Italian or American. When the fiercest argument was over how many soda's he'd had, or how many hours his lover had spend squinting down at one of his darned poetry books. His face would scrunch up in that sweet way it always did as he struggled to read without getting up to turn the light on, glasses forgotten in a draw somewhere.

Calloused feet swung down from the large, plain mahogany bed. Sinking into the thick cream plush carpet, Duo wriggled his toes. Dark sweat pants riding low, he ran a hand over his dishevelled braid. He stretched, not bothering to cover his mouth as a jaw splitting yawn broke free. Fei wasn't there to bug him about it...well, not bug, exactly...He always gave him the look, that disapproving crease of his forehead, followed by pursed lips. He should be there, darn it!

Duo pouted. 'I bet he hasn't even had breakfast yet.'

Duo padded down the stairs, new plan forming in his mind. First stop, the kitchen. Putting on a fresh port of coffee, slender fingers moved to part slanted cream blinds. Peeking out, the corner of his lips curved upwards.

The day is still young. I'll have my morning fix yet!

Caramel rippled as whipcord muscles flowed and snapped into position, completing their masters bidding. Sweat beaded, slowly trailing down to soak into loose navy trousers.

'You have something against wake-up sex.'

Dew covered the lawn as far as the eye could see. He could see his breath billowing in white puffs as he spoke.

'Don't try and deny it. I know you too well.'

Onyx eyes remained closed as he completed the last form. Forcing his pants to slow, taking deep, steady breaths, he turned. Dark eyes met violet.

'Here'

Blinking, Wufei reached automatically to grasp hot porcelain. Violet eyes sparkled as Duo continued to pout. At least his lover had the good grace to look sheepish. Opening his mouth, Wufei tried to speak, only to be cut off but a pale finger pushing against his lips.

'Just shut up and drink your damned coffee.'

Cherubim lips darted forward, stealing a brief, chaste kiss. Wufei groaned as his lover span away, hips swaying, smirk firmly in place. His braid whipped behind him, trailing sensually in his wake as he made his way back toward the house. Their house.

'Brat.' Wufei growled, frown melting away. He never had been able to resist the other teen.

'Ha! Me, a brat? Fine then.'

Wufei spluttered. He had barely avoided dropping his steaming mug as a white towel thwacked him in the face.

'See if I make breakfast for you again. And after you left me, all alone, in our cold, cold bed...without my morning fix of together time.' Lower lip trembling theatrically, Duo fluttered his lashed, pout firmly in place. 'I'll just have to please myself then, I suppose, wont I?'

The heavy beach door closed behind them with a soft click as they made their way back into the kitchen.

'Fine. Tease, then. Better?' Wufei replied as he took a long gulp of the steaming bitter drink. No sugar, no milk just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon. Perfect. If there was one change his lover had convinced him to make that he couldn't live without, it was this; switching from green tea to coffee.

Grinning, Duo laughed. 'Much. You say that like it's a bad thing.'

Wufei's eyes slowly slipped down Duo's body, trailing down across creamy flesh, down to dark plum pyjama bottoms that barely clung to slender hips.

'If anyone here is a tease, that would be you.' Duo's words snapped Wufei out of his trance. Just another inch, and those creamy, perfect buttocks would be revealed.

'Maybe we could go back up, and... start the day. All. Over. Again.' Duo offered, wriggling his hips.

Trance well and truly broken, Duo froze as his lovers face changed. Cold, aloof. Stoney. In a heartbeat, the other man had shut him out.

Duo sighed. Motioning to the round kitchen table, Wufei turned away from him.

'Fine. I'll finish up here. You set the table.' Hurt flashed through Duo's eyes before he forced it down. 'I don't know about you, but I fancy my breakfast cooked, rather than incinerated.' He paused 'or half-frozen like last time I left you alone in the kitchen.' He chuckled, strained smile softening at Wufei's char-grinned look. 'I don't fancy another round of who can spend the longest worshipping the porcelain goddess, thanks.'

Cutlery in hand, Wufei began fetching glasses and condiments. 'You're never going to let me live that down, are you?'

'Nope.' Duo chirped cheerfully. Spatula in hand, he turned the heat to low.

'You really shouldn't be doing that shirtless.' Wufei commented, tone sharp, as he poured himself another cup of coffee. 'Juice?'

'Please.' Duo divided the scrambled eggs between two plates, eyes moving to the toaster just before it pinged. 'Like a little cooking oil could hurt Shinigami.'

Please don't start. Not so early. Not today. Duo thought.

Wufei rolled his eyes.

Pouting, Duo paused, spatula mid-air. 'Heeey! Nice try Fei. I'm still mad at you.'

Wufei raised an eyebrow.

Hands clenching, Duo's smile tightened. He took a deep breath, making sure to keep his tone even. 'We're still teenagers, Wu-'

'This again? Duo, I-' Wufei interupted, cutlery clincking together loudly as he put them down with jerky hands.

Duo continued on, voice growing louder. Wufei would not get him to keep quiet this time. He would not get his way again.'-Still men! I have needs, you know? And they include a good morning fuck!' He couldnt help the last line coming out so loud.

Calm. Keep calm. You're only helping his case. Duo reminded himself.

'-We've been over this! What don't you understand, Maxwell? I just-'

'Maxwell now, is it? No, Fei! I don't want to hear it. Not this time.'

Wufei fell silent, watching Duo's hands. He was holding his glass of juice in a death grip, knuckles white, fingers trembling.

'It's been months. Six fucking months since I found you again, since we got you back from that-that...girl. We're not at war anymore, Fei.' Duo stepped forward, hand reaching out to cup Wufei's face. 'You don't need to keep your training up so much.' He let out a small, bitter laugh as the other teen pulled back. 'Let your guard down for one god-damned day. There's no need to be so...so fucking perfect.'

Wufei visiably bristled.

Here we go.

Smacking Duo's outstretched hand away, Wufei took a step forward.

Glass shattered, juice spreading across the rough wooden tabletop, dripping down onto dark tiles.

At least that stopped him.

Wufei watched Duo's jerky, stiff movements as he crouched, collecting the shards. Angry violet eyes glistened with unshed tears. Wufei stayed, unmoving, rooted to his seat. Neither of them noticed the blood trickling down Duo's hand, glass embeded from where he had squeezed the glass a fraction too tight.

An all too familiar feeling overtook Wufei. Wave upon wave of guilt bombarded him. He hated himself for what he did to him-to Duo. Ignoring the crunch of glass beneath his knees, Wufei finally knelt down. Sharp crystal shards dug into caramel flesh through navy cotton as he wound strong arms around his lovers cool torso. Duo's head fell forward, body relaxing back. They had had this conversation before, would have it again-that he didn't doubt.

'I'm trying' A whispered promise.

'I know' A small, bitter smile.

'Forgive me?' Words quiet barely a whisper in the braided boy's ear.

'Always.' Arms tightened around his shoulders. Such simple words. Such an important ritual. Pale arms wound up to hold caramel. 'You owe me, though.'

'Just name it.' Wufei buried his face in Duo's chestnut tresses. He took a deep, steady breath. The smell of coconut, lemon and the faint tangue of strawberries filled his senses.

'You, me, lazy day; movies, popcorn, lying around on the sofa, reading, cooking-just us. Well, just me cooking, but you can sit and watch.' Duo smiled, tightening his grip on his lover. 'No training, no work, no calls, no emails, no cars or bikes. Who knows? Maybe you'll even get lucky if you buy me gummy bears and hold my hand during all the scary scenes.' Duo teased 'I'll even let you choose one of the movies if you're a good boy.'

Wufei frowned, mouth open, ready to protest. He felt his lover's body tense against his own, anticipating his reaction, knowing what his usual response would be. Wufei let out a small puff, watching as loose chestnut strands danced. Placing a chaste kiss on top of his lovers head, he stood without a word.

Duo turned his attention back to the shattered glass. He knew what he would see if he were to look into his lovers eyes. It had been the same since the end of the war. It had grown worse since the incident with Mariemaya. Duo had thought it would all end with Treize's death, with the end of the war, with their hard-earned peace. He had assumed that, wife and clan avenged, justice, as his lover had been so fond-so obsessed with, had been served, he would be able to rest. Duo had thought that Wufei would be at peace. He hadnt expected him to move on over night, per say, but a little progress in the seven months they had been living together, travelling would have been nice. Was that too much to ask?

Duo listened as for the soft pad of his lover leaving, for the creak on the stairs. Silence reigned.

Of course he wouldnt let his training slip that much.

Train, meditate, train. Over and over and over. He would spend hour after hour dwelling on it all-his failures, his clan, his wife, his comrades. Duo had thought things were changing for the better when Wufei had finally agreed to settle down together with him. Months of travelling together, searching-for a purpose, for peace, for forgiveness couldnt last forever. It had been so hard for Duo to watch Wufei's confusion and pain. He still looked so lost at times. It hurt so much, to be so close, yet unable to do anything. He had thought settling down would help.

It'll be ok. It has to be

It had become his mantra. Things had been so much easier during the war. Sometimes...sometimes he wondered, if things would be better, easier for them, if...

No Duo shook his head. Those type of thoughts helped no one. They just needed a little longer to settle down, relax, enjoy themselves-just to let go. We should just enjoy being teenagers while we still can.

Duo brushed the last of the glass into the bin, washing his stinging hands in cold water. Cold omlets and singed pancakes slid into the crome peddlebin with a firm thud. So much for that plan.

What dvd to watch first? Horror? Nah, not a good way to get Fei to relax...unless it's one of those over the top gore fests. Duo smiled, remembering the first time he had convinced the asian man, not yet his lover at the time, to watch one with him. Wufei had squirted root beer out of his nose, all across the cream carpet. At least it wasn't one of Quat's safe houses. He doubted the blond would have found it as amusing as he had. Comedy? Not really his thing...Romance? Bleh! No way...

'Choices, choices...' Duo murmured to himself, turning to the microwave, fresh packet of popcorn in hand, bowl out and ready. 'Starting now, nothing is going to interrupt our day together. Nothing.' A small smile spread across his lips.

Thump!

What the hell? Hands automatically reached for the gun that no longer hid beneath his waistband. Ducking down behind the counter, his eyes searched for the source of the sound.

Silence.

He rubbed the back of his head, slowly standing. 'I guess I'm not as relaxed as I thought. Damn, at least Fei didn't see me. He'd never let me live it down.'

Maybe I'm being a bit harsh...I mean adjusting to peace hasn't been easy for civilians, let alone for guys like us.

Ping.

Bowl in hand the smell of freshly made popcorn wafted out of the kitchen.

'Hurry up, Fei! If you're not quick, I'll take that as a sign you want me to come on up and join you.' Duo called up the stairs, tone light, playful. Still planning their day together in his mind, he didn't spare a second glance back at the kitchen. Already halfway up the stairs, Duo didn't hear the second thump, nor the third. Nor did he see it's origins; a large, tawny owl, an envelope clutched between it's claws.

End of Chapter One