Wow. First ever yaoi fic. Always wanted to do one though. This is 2x1 only because I don't think Heero could ever make the first move.
Random bishounen that lives in my room: Weren't you a 1xR fan last summer?
Me: Un, er, yeah, but I like all pairings in Gundam Wing. Though I think I'm the only fan that's like that.
Make You Feel
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"Heero. I'm sorry I've been bothering you for so long. Rather childish of me, isn't it? Don't worry, this is the last time."
I watched as Relena finally said her good byes to Heero. Finally. I didn't think the girl was so damn stubborn. Relena had come to visit our apartment weekly for the past year and a half, fixing dinner sometimes or just being there doing nothing. Heero had shown neither compassion, sympathy, or even hatred of her. Just total indifference. And still Relena came over, diligently, no matter how badly Heero treated her. Stupid little girl. Should've given up on him long ago. Not that Heero acted any better towards me.
"But I do need to say this to your face, even if you don't want to listen. So please just shut up."
All right, I'll admit, she'd grown on me. I'd originally thought her some stupid idealistic child with a scary obsession with Heero. Granted, she still was, but I'd come to admire her ideals and naivetee, and had come to think of her as a friend. When had that happened? I know, when I had gotten so sick and annoyed of Heero being indifferent to the BOTH of us. Heero wouldn't talk, but she would.
"I don't know if I ever really loved you. I think I was in love with the idea of you. The you that you could've been if you'd ever left your shell. But you didn't, and you won't let me in. I'm tired off placing my affections on someone who kills all his own feelings."
Heero had folded within himself after the War. Nothing could change that. Not even me. Living with him was like living with a mechanical doll that went through all the movements of a person and yet never really was. I tried. I really did. But eventually I just gave the hell up. All my cheer and love were just poured into him and I didn't get any back. Real relationships don't work like that. And now I just lived with him.
"After all this, I think I can do without you. Everything. But still, I'm glad I met you. Thanks. I'm leaving now. Good bye." She slipped her pink jacket over the blouse and flipped her long brown hair up. Beautiful. Moving towards the door, she stopped and made her way over to me, hiding in the shadows in the corner.
Relena gave me a warm hug, which I returned. "We should get together sometime. Goodbye. And good luck, Duo."
"Thank you," I said. And with that, she kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door, never to enter our three-room apartment ever again.
Heero hadn't said anything, just sat on the puck-brown sofa, staring at the chair she vacated. He returned to his laptop, doing it was whatever he did to make a living.
I wanted to really hurt him. Not just punch him, but to strangle, tie him up, and beat the living crap out of him. Couldn't he react to anything? If not me, then maybe even her? But instead of yelling those things out to him, I said nothing and went to my room.
How had I gotten to be here, with him? Why had Hilde...? But I knew that. Hilde had left me because she wanted to travel, be independent, and get caught up in the whirlwind of adventures she always found. I was tired of adventures. A home, a steady job, maybe even a family, was what I craved. So we accepted each other's different desires, made love one last time, and split up.
I had nowhere else to go. Heero had an extra room. You do the math. His coldness hadn't bothered me at first, I was sure I could change him. Maybe even make him capable of laughing at my jokes. But no. And that had been a year and a half ago.
@----%----------------
The day after she left, I didn't speak to Heero. At all. Not even to pass the sugar. I didn't the day after that, either. And not the day after that, the day after that, the day after that. Give me a break, you would've given up too.
I had lunch sometime later with Relena. And she looked great, really. Better than before. She had the glow of someone in love. That, or the glowing that surrounds people free of other people, people who have tied them down.
"Duo, you've changed. A lot." Relena's voice was soft, gentle.
"Yeah," I said, pulling myself out of my reverie. "Wonder when that happened?"
"You don't even tell me jokes anymore."
"Have you heard the one where this guy walks into a bar-"
"Duo."
"Sorry."
"Are you happy?"
Not even a pause. "No."
"Maybe you should think of moving out."
That was it. Just that. Her telling me point blank what I should have done a long time ago. Leave.
Well, duh.
So I marched back up to out apartment, found him not in the main room, and marched right into his room.
And this is a big thing. His room. I'm not allowed in it. He wasn't in it either, right then. But I did notice something rather odd about the room, although it didn't register at the time. There was an art eisel in the corner, and paintings all over the bed.
But like I was saying, he wasn't there. He was in the bathroom. And you need to know that my mind was only set on finding him and telling him I was leaving, nothing else. He was in the shower, and I need to tell him.
So I yanked open the shower door.
He was naked. Well, obviously, but a naked Heero is not like clothed Heero or even naked girls, or guys. He was a glistening naked Heero.
His skin had always been pale, but I didn't really draw attention to it until then. Heero was very white. Heero also had chiseled abs, smooth muscles and skin. No chest hair adourned the wide expanse that was his chest. The messy brown hair that always was in his eyes was soaked, and sticking to his neck. His mouth was slightly open, showing just a little pink tongue. Blue eyes pierced me, not in anger or suprise. Just staring at me. No emotion graced his beautiful shining face. He didn't feel anything, not even when his roommate (and that's what I was, not his friend) had just broke into his shower.
The stirring in my pants finally told me what I should've known a long time ago.
I wanted him. Really wanted him. Not in the same way I wanted Hilde, well, maybe, a little, but different.
And I couldn't face it, not then. So without a word, I shut the shower door and ran into my bedroom. I lay there for a while, trying very hard not to think about Heero's naked body. But it was there, right behind my eyes, in my brain, burned deeply into my mind.
So I did the inevitable. I reached into the drawer next to my bed, grabbed the lube, and jerked off until dawn. I don't know how many times. More than I've ever done. I was extremely soar in the morning. But I do know what I thought about. Me running my hands down Heero's sleek, firm body, down between his legs. My cock in his mouth. Me inside him. Me fucking him until he screamed my name over and over.
By dawn I was so exhausted I could only lie there, feeling sorry for myself. I was hopelessly, in lust, infatuated with, and in love with my roommate, Heero.
Random bishounen that lives in my room: Weren't you a 1xR fan last summer?
Me: Un, er, yeah, but I like all pairings in Gundam Wing. Though I think I'm the only fan that's like that.
Make You Feel
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"Heero. I'm sorry I've been bothering you for so long. Rather childish of me, isn't it? Don't worry, this is the last time."
I watched as Relena finally said her good byes to Heero. Finally. I didn't think the girl was so damn stubborn. Relena had come to visit our apartment weekly for the past year and a half, fixing dinner sometimes or just being there doing nothing. Heero had shown neither compassion, sympathy, or even hatred of her. Just total indifference. And still Relena came over, diligently, no matter how badly Heero treated her. Stupid little girl. Should've given up on him long ago. Not that Heero acted any better towards me.
"But I do need to say this to your face, even if you don't want to listen. So please just shut up."
All right, I'll admit, she'd grown on me. I'd originally thought her some stupid idealistic child with a scary obsession with Heero. Granted, she still was, but I'd come to admire her ideals and naivetee, and had come to think of her as a friend. When had that happened? I know, when I had gotten so sick and annoyed of Heero being indifferent to the BOTH of us. Heero wouldn't talk, but she would.
"I don't know if I ever really loved you. I think I was in love with the idea of you. The you that you could've been if you'd ever left your shell. But you didn't, and you won't let me in. I'm tired off placing my affections on someone who kills all his own feelings."
Heero had folded within himself after the War. Nothing could change that. Not even me. Living with him was like living with a mechanical doll that went through all the movements of a person and yet never really was. I tried. I really did. But eventually I just gave the hell up. All my cheer and love were just poured into him and I didn't get any back. Real relationships don't work like that. And now I just lived with him.
"After all this, I think I can do without you. Everything. But still, I'm glad I met you. Thanks. I'm leaving now. Good bye." She slipped her pink jacket over the blouse and flipped her long brown hair up. Beautiful. Moving towards the door, she stopped and made her way over to me, hiding in the shadows in the corner.
Relena gave me a warm hug, which I returned. "We should get together sometime. Goodbye. And good luck, Duo."
"Thank you," I said. And with that, she kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door, never to enter our three-room apartment ever again.
Heero hadn't said anything, just sat on the puck-brown sofa, staring at the chair she vacated. He returned to his laptop, doing it was whatever he did to make a living.
I wanted to really hurt him. Not just punch him, but to strangle, tie him up, and beat the living crap out of him. Couldn't he react to anything? If not me, then maybe even her? But instead of yelling those things out to him, I said nothing and went to my room.
How had I gotten to be here, with him? Why had Hilde...? But I knew that. Hilde had left me because she wanted to travel, be independent, and get caught up in the whirlwind of adventures she always found. I was tired of adventures. A home, a steady job, maybe even a family, was what I craved. So we accepted each other's different desires, made love one last time, and split up.
I had nowhere else to go. Heero had an extra room. You do the math. His coldness hadn't bothered me at first, I was sure I could change him. Maybe even make him capable of laughing at my jokes. But no. And that had been a year and a half ago.
@----%----------------
The day after she left, I didn't speak to Heero. At all. Not even to pass the sugar. I didn't the day after that, either. And not the day after that, the day after that, the day after that. Give me a break, you would've given up too.
I had lunch sometime later with Relena. And she looked great, really. Better than before. She had the glow of someone in love. That, or the glowing that surrounds people free of other people, people who have tied them down.
"Duo, you've changed. A lot." Relena's voice was soft, gentle.
"Yeah," I said, pulling myself out of my reverie. "Wonder when that happened?"
"You don't even tell me jokes anymore."
"Have you heard the one where this guy walks into a bar-"
"Duo."
"Sorry."
"Are you happy?"
Not even a pause. "No."
"Maybe you should think of moving out."
That was it. Just that. Her telling me point blank what I should have done a long time ago. Leave.
Well, duh.
So I marched back up to out apartment, found him not in the main room, and marched right into his room.
And this is a big thing. His room. I'm not allowed in it. He wasn't in it either, right then. But I did notice something rather odd about the room, although it didn't register at the time. There was an art eisel in the corner, and paintings all over the bed.
But like I was saying, he wasn't there. He was in the bathroom. And you need to know that my mind was only set on finding him and telling him I was leaving, nothing else. He was in the shower, and I need to tell him.
So I yanked open the shower door.
He was naked. Well, obviously, but a naked Heero is not like clothed Heero or even naked girls, or guys. He was a glistening naked Heero.
His skin had always been pale, but I didn't really draw attention to it until then. Heero was very white. Heero also had chiseled abs, smooth muscles and skin. No chest hair adourned the wide expanse that was his chest. The messy brown hair that always was in his eyes was soaked, and sticking to his neck. His mouth was slightly open, showing just a little pink tongue. Blue eyes pierced me, not in anger or suprise. Just staring at me. No emotion graced his beautiful shining face. He didn't feel anything, not even when his roommate (and that's what I was, not his friend) had just broke into his shower.
The stirring in my pants finally told me what I should've known a long time ago.
I wanted him. Really wanted him. Not in the same way I wanted Hilde, well, maybe, a little, but different.
And I couldn't face it, not then. So without a word, I shut the shower door and ran into my bedroom. I lay there for a while, trying very hard not to think about Heero's naked body. But it was there, right behind my eyes, in my brain, burned deeply into my mind.
So I did the inevitable. I reached into the drawer next to my bed, grabbed the lube, and jerked off until dawn. I don't know how many times. More than I've ever done. I was extremely soar in the morning. But I do know what I thought about. Me running my hands down Heero's sleek, firm body, down between his legs. My cock in his mouth. Me inside him. Me fucking him until he screamed my name over and over.
By dawn I was so exhausted I could only lie there, feeling sorry for myself. I was hopelessly, in lust, infatuated with, and in love with my roommate, Heero.