Author's Note: So brand new story kids! This one is loosely based on a movie Under Siege highly recommend it. Anyways Heero and Duo do enjoy as always feeback is very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Do not own Gundam Wing, never have never will please don't sue so poor…
Story: Heero is a career solider, fighting the Rebal forces on outlying plants. Madly in love with teen heart throb Duo Maxwell, he is about to get his chance. However the Rebel forces have other ideas, and Heero and Duo are stuck in the middle. In a time of war he may just get that chance….
Love and War
"The object of war is not is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his." – General George Patton
Battle 1- Marne
"Incoming!" Heero ran fast grabbing Trowa on his way by. The bomb exploded behind them propelling the two men face first into the dirt. "Thanks," Captain Barton muttered as Captain Yuy hauled him to his feet. "No prob," there was a flash of straight white teeth, stark against his dirty face. Before the two took off running again, "Hold your line!" he hollered as both Captains threw themselves against the parapet. Lifting his head Captain Yuy took in the situation, the enemy was a small band of renegades who were at this moment flinging grenades into their line.
"How many are we down Major?" the man was very drawn and pale, he was crouched beside him eyes closed with his ears covered. "Major!" giving the shaking mass a kick, he watched as he just rolled over whimpering. Turing to his co-Captain he shook his head, "New officer…" he muttered. "Alright! Form up boys, on my call Barton left, Davis you take right and I'll run right down the middle! One! Two! Three!"
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"DUO!" the violet eyed man woke with a start. Large, dark eyes blinked slowly open, "Quatre? What time is it?" with a sigh the blonde man moved to the large windows of the condo, pulling them back. "It's about ten in the morning, you were supposed to be at work an hour ago…" sighing the other sat up in bed. Swinging his feet over the side he paused, looking down at his knees. Across the room the blonde heaved a sigh as well, Duo was still upset. "Duo…Duo he left you more then six months ago."
Coming over to the bed he kneeled before the slight figure sitting so still and looking so very fragile and sad. "You can't carry on like this," tilting his chin upwards Quatre smiled, "He was an asshole and you deserve much better then him." Watery eyes looked at him lush full lips trembled into a smile. "Thank you," he whispered, the blonde man patted his knee gently. "Well since you already missed work, we are going to miss it some more. As your agent we are going to go on tour." Long chocolate locks were coming free of their braid, curling becomingly around his heart shaped face, a confused look gently furrowed his clear brow. "As your agent I have booked you to do some tours out to several military posts as entertainment for the troops."
Surprise now warred with confusion, "We are going into a war zone, but your safety will be assured." Duo smiled eyes beginning to alight, "Quatre I think this is a great idea!" Bounding from the bed he rushed into the bathroom, "This is perfect!" he called as he began putting his appearance to rights. "It's just what I need…" he whispered looking in the mirror, feeling good for the first time in six months.
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"Sir! You needed to see me sir!" Heero came to attention before Commander Kushandar's desk. Sighing the red headed man looked up, "Yes Captain, it seems Major Malherst here would like to bring you up on insubordination charges." Heero groaned internally he'd returned for the pitched battle all of about fifteen minutes ago, he was tired, he was dirty, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding. "Sir, I have no knowledge of this." Mallherst looked very angry, his face turned an alarming shade of red. "You do so Captain! You sized command of the operation!" Commander Kushandar stood, "Enough!" sighing he came around the desk, "Dismissed Major," for a moment he looked as though he would argue, before snapping off a smart salute and vanishing. Shaking his head the Commander turned back to Heero, "Look, Yuy, I know you did what you had to in order to protect yourself and your men…" trailing off he resumed his seat once more before looking at him over steepled fingers. "That being said he still outranks you as unfortunate as that is. Now you are dismissed until a suitable punishment is decided." Snapping to attention, he saluted "Sir! Yes Sir!" before exiting the small office as well.
Fuming he stomped all the way to his bunk Trowa was sitting on his unlacing his boots. Grunting Heero threw his helmet quickly followed by his tack vest before throwing himself on his cot staring at the ceiling. "Meeting go well?" Trowa asked from nearby, another grunt, "That good eh?" sitting up again Heero shrugged out of his over shirt, followed by pulling off his boots with a sigh he once more settled onto his bed. Shaking his head Trowa looked over at his best friend, both military brats they had been together since grade school both orphaned early they had been handed over to the military for training as career soldiers. Part of the governments new incentive to create better military officers. They had been together since they were six, now twenty years later, as well as more then a thousand missions, and four wars they were still together.
"Sirs?" Trowa turned to look at the door Heero didn't move, "Mail Sirs, it came in while you were out in the field." Nodding he stood accepting package, "Thank you private." Nodding he saluted leaving, turning back to the beds he noticed Heero once more sitting up. "Mail?" nodding Trowa looked down at what he was holding spotting at once the gaudy colouring of one of Heero's magazines. "Oh god, your magazine is here," laughing with glee Heero grabbed it staring at the cover. "You, have a very unhealthy obsession…it's not right for a twenty-six year old man to read teen magazines." Totally ignoring his friend Heero was scanning the cover, smiling gently as he looked at the figure on the front.
"I only read them cause they always print articles about Duo," rolling green eyes he stared hard at his best friend. Heero was by no means a small guy, he was pushing six five, and wide through the shoulders to match. Army life had left him with a hard body that Trowa had on more then one occasion seen women swoon for. His face was strong, the planes of sharp and masculine, his jaw and cheeks were always dark with bristle. His straight nose, added to his strong profile, his most startling feature however was his deep blue eyes. Always seemingly half closed, he constantly gave off this relaxed air, all the while his mind was busy at work. As Trowa watched a large callused hand ran through think, dark brown locks pushing the shaggy mass back to clear his field of sight as he looked at his magazine. "Look Trowa they have new articles on him…" wincing the auburn haired man shook his head, and here is were Heero got weird.
Career military, he would be a perfect solider, accept he had this habit of going against the rules. His men loved him, and would willingly lay down his life for the man, his superiors recognized his genius, he was a brilliant man. His problem was his attitude he had little patience for ineptitude, and tended to act before thinking though it was for the best. His biggest problem however, was his sexual orientation…and had the biggest, school girl crush on this model turned actor Duo Maxwell. A teen heartthrob that had appeared on the scene about two years ago. Heero had fallen in love with him at first sight, which had been the cover of this teen magazine. He'd religiously read the damn things keeping up with everything going on in his crush's life.
"Wow! Trowa Duo and that guy broke up!" blue eyes were fastened to the page before him. "Heero have you ever thought about writing him?" surprised Heero looked up, "Well…ummm…no." Sighing he shook his head, "This obsession of yours is going no where," Heero looked back at the pictures sadly, "I…he probably get thousands of letters a day. What do I say, 'oh hey I'm a twenty-six year old creeper who is in love with you.' I'm sure that would go over perfectly." Trowa nodded the man had a point.
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Blinking tired eyes, Duo watched as the vast emptiness of space spread out before them. It was always dark out here. "Quatre, why are we fighting this war?" The blonde man stopped typing away on his laptop. "We are fighting the rebel forces of the outlying plants. The Allies has brought together all the 'civilized' plants, bringing them peace, and justice. The Rebels, are the remaining factions of that uncivilized order." Nodding thoughtfully he looked back out the window. "And we are headed where?" Turning back to his keyboard, "To one of the unnamed plants, there are three out here were the last of the Rebels are."
Glancing down at the novel in his lap he smiled sadly, "Men are fighting out here…dying…" With a sad sigh Quatre nodded, "Yes Duo…war seems to be the constant of man kind." With a soft smile he looked to the window again as the first plant came into view, "I hope…I hope I can bring them some cheer."
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"How are you doing Johnston?" Heero clapped the man on the shoulder, the Private was sitting wrapped in bandages from neck to knees, having caught a blast from one of the grenades a flare burn he would be ok. Moving down the line Heero had words of comfort and solace to his men. "Sir! Would you hold still!" the exasperated orderly gently pushed Heero onto the nearest bed lifting his shirt to poke at his side.
"You ok captain?" several of the men limped over, "Fine, fine…" he muttered trying to see what the orderly was up to. "Yes, you are captain it's just a graze let me put some bandages on it." Nodding in ascent he patiently waited as he was bandaged up. "Well you guys get better, I'll be seeing you soon." With a wave he was off and headed to the mess suddenly ravenous.
Getting food he settled beside Trowa at the officers table, only half listening he methodically ate, his mind on a certain brunette. "Hey guys," Captain Senc settled at the table, "You'll never guess what I just heard." There was a chorus of mumbles around the table, Senc was the biggest gossip on base. "What did you hear?" Trowa decided to indulge him, "We are getting some entertainment! Guess who it is!" intrigued the guys around the table paused in their eating to give him their undivided attention, "It's that actor Duo Maxwell!" There was the sound of someone choking but before Trowa could look an arm shot across the table grabbing Senc but the neck of his shirt, "What did you say?" Heero growled, "Ummm…" more then a little terrified he started into ice blue eyes. All talk in the hall had stopped as all eyes here riveted to the officers table watching the drama, "Ummm…that ummm that actor Duo Maxwell was coming here,,," Standing slowly Heero also hauled the other man to his feet and higher, Senc was not a tall man. "When?" he growled, holding the thick arm that was now almost chocking him he stammered out a, "T-ttmorrow…" Heero instantly let him go turning he muttered something before striding out of the mess. Trowa threw Senc an apologetic look before taking off after Heero.
He found the man in there room quickly gathering his shower gear, "Heero what are you doing?" Wild blue eyes turned on him, "Trowa I have to shower, I have to get my dress uniform pressed and I have to make sure I have all my medals mounted…" he trailed off pulling said stuff out of his foot locker, trying to take his t-shirt off at the same time. Walking over Trowa gently put his hand on his friends shoulder. "Heero…" turning the brown haired man smiled happily, "He's coming here Trowa…he coming out here…" Trowa didn't have the heart to tell him he didn't think he'd have a chance to meet Duo, "Well anything to get you to shower…your smelling pretty ripe buddy." There was that charming roguish grin before he began bustling around the room again.
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It was four in the morning, Duo could not sleep. Dreamily he moved about his small room on the base, the best they had, so said the commanding officer. The night had been brilliant, he'd gone on stage mainly answering questions about his movies, and his career was he was doing now. Smiling he moved to the large window looking out over the plant it was quite here. That's what some of the men had said at dinner, they had said the real action was on Terra 3 they called it. How many of them would give, as one colorful Sargent has said, 'His left nut to see that action.
This trip had already been good Duo was feeling more alive here then he had in months. It was nice to just hang out with the 'guys' to be treated like an equal…like someone who mattered. Long pale fingers touched his smooth jaw as he looked at his reflection in the glass it was perfect…his face. As Michael was so fond of telling him, it was the face of an angel. Those fingers gently traced large round eyes that swallowed up most of his face. His soft thick lashes, his small nose that he thought maybe just turned up a little at the end. His lips, full and lush, his hand moving lower long pale neck narrow shoulders running his hands down his sides he felt the outline of his body. He was skinny, always was never had an eating problem he ate whatever he wanted he just never seemed to gain a pound. He was not tall standing maybe five ten his crowning glory however was his hair, the long honey brown braid reached to his hips. He usually wore it braided however when he pulled it out the mass would curl not a lot the weight of it kept the curls out.
It was his meal ticket, his way out…his looks, it had saved him. But they hadn't saved him from Michael. His stomach, tightened his palms began to sweat…that name Michael.
"Duo love…why do you make me do these things? Why can't you listen, your so beautiful." He grabbed his chin his other hand moving to cruelly pinch his side. "Face of an angel…I just want to break it."
Shaking his head he snapped back to reality, "He's gone Duo, he'd gone and he'll never touch you again." Leaning his head against the glass he smiled wistfully, who knew maybe he'd meet a prince charming out here.
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"Where is he?" Trowa rounded the corner heading for the gym Corporal Sanders was keeping pace with him, or at least trying to. "He's in the gym sir, been there since about five this morning." Glancing at his watch that now read eight he sighed, "Moron is going to kill himself with exercise." Entering the gym it wasn't hard to find the big idiot, just follow the crowd. Pushing his way through he found said friend currently bench pressing over three fifty, he also knew the bastard could do more. The crowd began cat calling urging him on. Stepping up he looked down at his sweaty friend, "You done?" grunting Heero flexed his muscles breathing easy as he pushed the bar up again. "Well my smelly friend your dream touches down in about an hour." There was a thud, and a clank as the bar slide back into place, the crowd gathered close patting Heero on the back.
"Really an hour?" nodding Trowa sat down beside him on the bench, "Yeah and you should maybe shower?" Nodding he stood, "Got to look my best, too…" grinning like a mad man he headed off towards their bunks.
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"Duo Maxwell?" the helicopter had just landed and Commander Kandashar was ready on the air pad to escort the man inside. Grabbing his duffle bag Duo gave the commander a smile that made the older man blush. Five minutes later he was absolutely enchanted by the beautiful man with a musical laugh, and a kind heart.
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Whistling through his teeth Heero looked in the mirror straighten his collar. It had taken him quite a while to get his uniform pressed and ready. Smoothing the fabric of his scarlet tunic, making sure his seams were correct. He gave himself a once over in the mirror, his boots were done to a high buff, his medals were shining brightly covering almost the width of his broad chest. "I didn't realize you had so many," Trowa walked over, he was also in dress scarlets. Getting closer Trowa was looking at the medals, "Were did you get all of these? We were in the same wars how is it you got more then me?" Laughing Heero put his field cap on, "I'm more of an moron."
The two men began heading towards the door when a very unwelcome figure appeared, "Major!" both men came to attention saluting, the man was oozing smugness. "My, my Captain Yuy…all dressed up are we? Off to see the show?" Heero didn't move a muscle, as the shorter man skulked into the room. "Well that's a shame, Captain, because you see your punishment has been handed down. You are to run patrols all night." A muscle in Heero's jaw twitched, "A real shame…Mr. Maxwell is a very beautiful man, I will do my best to keep him entertained." With a laugh and a wave he was gone. Heero turned sharply his fist instantly connecting with the mirror shattering the glass.
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"Hello, men of base camp Terra 3!" Duo waved to the cheering crowd, the men where on their feet as the lithe figure took center stage. "How are we all doing tonight?" there was a roar for the men and the Duo laughed smiling brightly at the warm reception.
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"Goddamn, motherfucker…." Heero growled as stomped out past marker thirteen. "Fucking little snot nosed, bastard bought his goddam fucking commission. Can't fucking hack it so they have to push real soldiers around." Muttering and cursing Heero was not paying nearly as much attention as he should have been. His attention was caught very quickly however as an explosion from behind sent him face first into the dirt.
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The show had been a success, or at least Duo thought it had. The boys had been receptive and kind, he was now joining them for dinner. Seated between the Commander and a Major Malheart the man was far to attentive. Sighing internally Duo managed a smile at yet another inane comment the man had said. He glanced down the table raising his eye brows in surprise, his manager Quatre was blushing, at something a green eyes, auburn haired man was saying. "Your hair is magnificent, like a brown waterfall," Duo looked at the man beside him, short, slightly to pot, premature balding , the guy was a tool.
Trying not to look to board he his attention was caught by movement across the room. Worried he was about to say something to the commander when his world exploded.
TBC..