Title: The Other Duo
Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Genre: Citrus, Romance, Humor Warnings: Citrus, Yaoi, Language. Pairing: 1x2 Rating: R Archived:
Summary: Duo tracks down Heero so they can have a "discussion". (My first try at a 1x2 story in canon.)
The Other Duo
Chapter 1
Duo hacked away at the library's public access computer.
"I'm sorry young man." A dumpy gray headed woman with a pleasantly plump wrinkled face like a withered apple tapped his shoulder. "Your hour is up. Someone else needs to use this space."
"It's okay, Ma'am, I found it." Duo smiled up at her. She returned the smile politely.
"I'm glad we could help."
Duo stood up, absently rubbing his aching rear through his blue jeans. Library chairs were still made of hard wood.
"Yeah, lady, thanks a lot." The woman went over to help the next patron as Duo left through the side entrance.
"Hey, there's something wrong with this computer!" The college student in line behind Duo to type an a essay was met with the blue screen of death as the librarian looked around to try to find the young man with the long, chestnut hair worn in a distinctive braid down to his hips.
Duo sat on the bus, looking at a small piece of paper clutched in his hand.
"I found you again, 'Duo Maxwell'."
He chuckled under his breath, looking out of the window at the passing Houston cityscape.
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Someone had found him. Heero Yuy sat in his apartment, staring at the laptop he'd just booted up.
"Ch'kuso." He swore quietly at the screen. The detection program he'd installed when he moved into the nondescript apartment building was sending up an alert. Someone was using a public terminal to find "Duo Maxwell", the name he was currently using. Again.
The name "Duo Maxwell" wasn't nearly as well known as the name of the former pacifist leader of the colonies, "Heero Yuy". But apparently, it had attracted someone's attention.
Already, he'd had to deflect a few questions as to why someone who looked at least part Japanese had an Irish last name. Which wasn't that difficult, really. Being racially mixed was commonplace anymore. Sometimes, he told people he was adopted, which wasn't a total fabrication.
He thought for a moment. The most logical person to be looking for someone named "Duo Maxwell" was..
"Duo Maxwell." Heero muttered. He closed the laptop, resting his chin in his hands.
"I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Heero, but I'm worried about how predictable you're getting."
Heero jumped up and spun around so quickly, the chair he was sitting in fell over with a crash.
"How'd you get in!" He had a gun in his hand, and as usual, Duo hadn't seen where he'd had it hidden.
"Through the door." Duo held up a lockpick, and grinned lazily at the gun pointed at his forehead.
"If you shoot me, at least there won't be two of us running around Houston. People are going to notice sooner or later."
Heero swallowed and lowered the gun. "You have a point."
"Can I sit and have a beer? I hate being pistol-whipped before the refreshments are served."
"I'm not going to pistol-whip you, Duo. The beer is in the fridge."
"I hope you got imported instead of that watered down American piss." Duo went to check the fridge. "And thanks for not hitting me, I've had kind of a rough day tracking you down."
"Don't mention it." Heero's tone was as dry as the Kalahari.
"Ah, good stuff!" Duo pulled two bottles from the apartment's refrigerator and twisted the caps off. "Want one?" he held one out to Heero.
"How kind of you to offer me my own beer." To someone who was unfamiliar with Heero's brand of humor, the sarcasm would have been undetected.
"I see charm school hasn't been on your 'to do' list."
"What are you doing here, Duo?"
Duo looked around comically, leaning against the kitchen countertop with the beer in his hand. "Do you mean me, or are you talking to yourself?" His tone was lightly mocking, but Heero heard the steel underneath.
"Knock that shit off." Heero took a long pull of the beer and roughly wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, closing the few paces of distance between himself and the other man.
"I need to find out something." Duo met the intense stare with one of his own. Their noses were only a few inches apart. Duo felt Heero's breath tickle his face. Heero smelled like clean sweat and deodorant soap; his breath held a hint of refreshing sourness from the beer.
"What?" The single word was ground out between Heero's clenched teeth. Duo could see the muscle in his jaw bulge and tighten.
"This."
Duo placed the empty beer bottle on the counter at the same moment he closed the gap between their mouths and teased Heero's slightly opened lips with a kiss.
He wondered if he'd be punched or pushed away, so he braced himself against the counter and prepared to duck. So, Heero's puzzled voice in his ear wasn't exactly what he expected next.
"You hacked into the public database so you could kiss me?"
"Um, yeah."
"And I thought I was.odd. You haven't seen me for 1 year, 6 months and 14 days."
"How sweet of you to notice." Duo rested his forehead against Heero's collarbone. They were the same height, he noticed, so he had to bend his knees slightly. Heero never moved, like leaning against a warm wall.
"Duo, you have never indicated that you had any sexual feelings for me before."
"You miss a lot, don't you?" This was said against Heero's white t-shirt.
"Last time we saw each other, you left to go live with Hilde."
"Where else did I have to go? She offered, I accepted. Last time I saw you, you were dating Relena."
"That didn't work out very well. We're too.different. She's a nice girl. I don't know what do with nice girls. We decided we'd try just being friends." Heero took a deep breath. For him, that was a long explanation. "I thought you were interested in Hilde. Sexually, I mean."
"If you say 'sexually' like that again, I swear I'm going to stick my empty beer bottle up your...um, nose. It's the most unsexy thing I've ever heard."
"Are you making a pass at me?" Duo felt and heard Heero set down his own beer bottle on the counter behind him.
"No, I'm here to take a census of the sexual habits of ex-Gundam pilots!" Duo jerked his head back and glared at Heero in a frustrated manner.
"You're being sarcastic." Heero regarded him with his head cocked to one side, like he was a rare specimen of bug.
"Jeezus, Heero, what did Dr. J do, remove your fucking libido along with your sense of humor?"
"No, both are intact. I think." Duo felt warm rough hands on his upper arms and looked into bemused oblique blue eyes.
"You sound like you're not sure." He tried a grin, but it came out lopsided because of his mixed emotions.
"I'm not sure of anything, that's why I'm five miles from the old NASA base, using the name 'Duo Maxwell'."
"So, that's where you're rebuilding Wing."
Heero nodded. "There's lots of abandoned hangars there, and old aircraft."
"Heero, you had to know I'd figure out it was you using my name again."
"Yes, I knew. I've been waiting for you to find me." Heero pulled Duo against him; the motion rough and awkward at first and then becoming comfortable as Heero's muscles slowly relaxed. Duo sucked in enough air to steady himself as he returned the embrace. He felt warm lips against his jaw, kissing him in a tentative manner. A shudder of anticipation prickled his bare arms with gooseflesh.
"Want to stay with me a while, Duo Maxwell?" Heero's voice rumbled against his ear.
"Sure, Duo Maxwell, why the hell not?"
TBC
Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Genre: Citrus, Romance, Humor Warnings: Citrus, Yaoi, Language. Pairing: 1x2 Rating: R Archived:
Summary: Duo tracks down Heero so they can have a "discussion". (My first try at a 1x2 story in canon.)
The Other Duo
Chapter 1
Duo hacked away at the library's public access computer.
"I'm sorry young man." A dumpy gray headed woman with a pleasantly plump wrinkled face like a withered apple tapped his shoulder. "Your hour is up. Someone else needs to use this space."
"It's okay, Ma'am, I found it." Duo smiled up at her. She returned the smile politely.
"I'm glad we could help."
Duo stood up, absently rubbing his aching rear through his blue jeans. Library chairs were still made of hard wood.
"Yeah, lady, thanks a lot." The woman went over to help the next patron as Duo left through the side entrance.
"Hey, there's something wrong with this computer!" The college student in line behind Duo to type an a essay was met with the blue screen of death as the librarian looked around to try to find the young man with the long, chestnut hair worn in a distinctive braid down to his hips.
Duo sat on the bus, looking at a small piece of paper clutched in his hand.
"I found you again, 'Duo Maxwell'."
He chuckled under his breath, looking out of the window at the passing Houston cityscape.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Someone had found him. Heero Yuy sat in his apartment, staring at the laptop he'd just booted up.
"Ch'kuso." He swore quietly at the screen. The detection program he'd installed when he moved into the nondescript apartment building was sending up an alert. Someone was using a public terminal to find "Duo Maxwell", the name he was currently using. Again.
The name "Duo Maxwell" wasn't nearly as well known as the name of the former pacifist leader of the colonies, "Heero Yuy". But apparently, it had attracted someone's attention.
Already, he'd had to deflect a few questions as to why someone who looked at least part Japanese had an Irish last name. Which wasn't that difficult, really. Being racially mixed was commonplace anymore. Sometimes, he told people he was adopted, which wasn't a total fabrication.
He thought for a moment. The most logical person to be looking for someone named "Duo Maxwell" was..
"Duo Maxwell." Heero muttered. He closed the laptop, resting his chin in his hands.
"I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Heero, but I'm worried about how predictable you're getting."
Heero jumped up and spun around so quickly, the chair he was sitting in fell over with a crash.
"How'd you get in!" He had a gun in his hand, and as usual, Duo hadn't seen where he'd had it hidden.
"Through the door." Duo held up a lockpick, and grinned lazily at the gun pointed at his forehead.
"If you shoot me, at least there won't be two of us running around Houston. People are going to notice sooner or later."
Heero swallowed and lowered the gun. "You have a point."
"Can I sit and have a beer? I hate being pistol-whipped before the refreshments are served."
"I'm not going to pistol-whip you, Duo. The beer is in the fridge."
"I hope you got imported instead of that watered down American piss." Duo went to check the fridge. "And thanks for not hitting me, I've had kind of a rough day tracking you down."
"Don't mention it." Heero's tone was as dry as the Kalahari.
"Ah, good stuff!" Duo pulled two bottles from the apartment's refrigerator and twisted the caps off. "Want one?" he held one out to Heero.
"How kind of you to offer me my own beer." To someone who was unfamiliar with Heero's brand of humor, the sarcasm would have been undetected.
"I see charm school hasn't been on your 'to do' list."
"What are you doing here, Duo?"
Duo looked around comically, leaning against the kitchen countertop with the beer in his hand. "Do you mean me, or are you talking to yourself?" His tone was lightly mocking, but Heero heard the steel underneath.
"Knock that shit off." Heero took a long pull of the beer and roughly wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, closing the few paces of distance between himself and the other man.
"I need to find out something." Duo met the intense stare with one of his own. Their noses were only a few inches apart. Duo felt Heero's breath tickle his face. Heero smelled like clean sweat and deodorant soap; his breath held a hint of refreshing sourness from the beer.
"What?" The single word was ground out between Heero's clenched teeth. Duo could see the muscle in his jaw bulge and tighten.
"This."
Duo placed the empty beer bottle on the counter at the same moment he closed the gap between their mouths and teased Heero's slightly opened lips with a kiss.
He wondered if he'd be punched or pushed away, so he braced himself against the counter and prepared to duck. So, Heero's puzzled voice in his ear wasn't exactly what he expected next.
"You hacked into the public database so you could kiss me?"
"Um, yeah."
"And I thought I was.odd. You haven't seen me for 1 year, 6 months and 14 days."
"How sweet of you to notice." Duo rested his forehead against Heero's collarbone. They were the same height, he noticed, so he had to bend his knees slightly. Heero never moved, like leaning against a warm wall.
"Duo, you have never indicated that you had any sexual feelings for me before."
"You miss a lot, don't you?" This was said against Heero's white t-shirt.
"Last time we saw each other, you left to go live with Hilde."
"Where else did I have to go? She offered, I accepted. Last time I saw you, you were dating Relena."
"That didn't work out very well. We're too.different. She's a nice girl. I don't know what do with nice girls. We decided we'd try just being friends." Heero took a deep breath. For him, that was a long explanation. "I thought you were interested in Hilde. Sexually, I mean."
"If you say 'sexually' like that again, I swear I'm going to stick my empty beer bottle up your...um, nose. It's the most unsexy thing I've ever heard."
"Are you making a pass at me?" Duo felt and heard Heero set down his own beer bottle on the counter behind him.
"No, I'm here to take a census of the sexual habits of ex-Gundam pilots!" Duo jerked his head back and glared at Heero in a frustrated manner.
"You're being sarcastic." Heero regarded him with his head cocked to one side, like he was a rare specimen of bug.
"Jeezus, Heero, what did Dr. J do, remove your fucking libido along with your sense of humor?"
"No, both are intact. I think." Duo felt warm rough hands on his upper arms and looked into bemused oblique blue eyes.
"You sound like you're not sure." He tried a grin, but it came out lopsided because of his mixed emotions.
"I'm not sure of anything, that's why I'm five miles from the old NASA base, using the name 'Duo Maxwell'."
"So, that's where you're rebuilding Wing."
Heero nodded. "There's lots of abandoned hangars there, and old aircraft."
"Heero, you had to know I'd figure out it was you using my name again."
"Yes, I knew. I've been waiting for you to find me." Heero pulled Duo against him; the motion rough and awkward at first and then becoming comfortable as Heero's muscles slowly relaxed. Duo sucked in enough air to steady himself as he returned the embrace. He felt warm lips against his jaw, kissing him in a tentative manner. A shudder of anticipation prickled his bare arms with gooseflesh.
"Want to stay with me a while, Duo Maxwell?" Heero's voice rumbled against his ear.
"Sure, Duo Maxwell, why the hell not?"
TBC