Disclaimer: Do not own Gundam Wing. Good luck suing a penniless writer.
Warnings: AU, yaoi, Relena hating, and many more to come. Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 1xR, 3x4
A/n: This is my new fanfiction. It's more like a funny lighthearted story, rather than my gloomy everyone dies story. Please be gentle! XD. It is way out of my element but, hey, I'm trying something new! …It all came to me in a dream… Anyway, remember to r&r.
Oh, don't worry Trowa will get a bigger part later!
Accidentally In Love
Chapter One: Homemade Cookin'
The radio switched on and the female radio DJ cheerfully greeted the city over her microphone.
"G'morning, Las Vegas! It is currently eight forty four on a beautiful Thursday morning. If you have just tuned in, we were talking to Miss Relena Peacecraft, the self proclaimed Love Doctor herself. Now tell me, Relena, what can you tell us about your new book? Honestly, I've only took a quick glimpse at it before the show. But it seems like you're telling it like it is to your readers."
"Well, yes, thank you. I'm so glad you got a copy. Anyway, this book is what every man and woman needs to know about love. It's something practical, you know? If you sit there day in and day out, waiting for Prince Charming, you will be waiting forever!"
"But, Relena, we all heard the news around. You are engaged, or so the rumors say. Do you want to show me something to prove or disprove that fact?" The women exchanged giggles and there was a slight gasp. "Ladies and gentlemen, she is engaged! Look at the size of that rock!"
"How can you listen to this crap…" muttered the figure tucked safety underneath the thick black blanket. A chestnut braid curled on the edge of a pale figure, trailing sensuously along the small of his blond partner's back. He scoffed into the soft white pillow as he nuzzled closer to the other.
The young man heard the blond sighed heavily. "You know, Duo, I believe everything she says is true. And, plus, that's how I got you, silly face. Anyway, I have to listen to the 'crap'. I got a meeting with her this afternoon. Something about helping her promote the new book," the blond said sleepily. He stifled a yawn and he pulled away from his bedmate.
"Quat, baby, don't leave me… I'll be here all alone by myself," Duo's slim fingers reached out only to grab empty air. "C'mon, I'm going to be lonely," He pouted drowsily as he gradually blinked away the sleep from his expressive violet eyes. "I hate her for taking you away from me," Duo cried as he shoved his face into the fluffy pillow.
"Aww, that is so sweet of you to be so possessive," the blond smiled. In a certain light, when the rising sun shone through the windows, Duo looked absolutely breathtaking. The pale luminosity of his skin and the dark chestnut hair only added to the spectacle. He reached down to brush his lover's bangs away from his turned face. "Oh, god, you are so beautiful." He muttered mostly to himself.
"No way you're getting off so easy!" The brunette's lips curved as he felt Quatre's soft lips brush against his forehead. It was very pleasing feeling and so not in a grandmother way. He grinned mischievously and shoved Quatre back in the bed. Licking his lips, he began to place little kisses along the jaw line and down the collarbone of the younger man.
"Duo! I have to get to work." Quatre mumbled halfheartedly. He would never tell Duo, but he secretly adored the man's hormonal attitude much like a teenage girl. He allowed himself to be lavished upon and enjoyed the brunette's lips. "Hmm, that's nice…" He giggled with his eyes closed. The butterfly kisses began to get lower and lower… and lower. When something wet licked the sensitive spot just between his flat stomach and his hips, he gasped and bucked violently away from Duo's talented lips.
"Ow fuck! What the hell, Quat?!" The man yelped just as Quatre's elbow connected brutally with his eye.
Quatre's aquamarine eyes widened. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! …Let me see!" The blond demanded and pushed the other man's hands away from his eye, fearing the worst. "I could have taken out an eye, Duo!" After brushing away the chestnut bangs, a big round violet eye that he loved so much was slightly bulgy, teary, and red. "Oh my goodness, it looks terrible! I'm going to call the doctor. It is all red-" his words of worry trailed off as he heard his lover start chuckling. "It's not funny, Duo! I really could have taken out an eye!"
Duo looked at his bedmate and he burst into a fit of laughter. His contagious cheerfulness got the better of the blond. "Don't worry about it, baby. Who could stay mad at a heartthrob like you anyway!" Wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, he shoved the younger man playfully off the bed. "Get to work, you hooligan!"
In some mere seconds, the blond quickly dressed and kissed him goodbye, after apologizing again. Duo fell back on the bed as soon as he heard the door slam. This was the life, he thought to himself. Except for the swollen eye part. He had so much life he was thankful for. First off, there was, of course, Quatre, an amazing man full of love and kindness who was easy on the eyes.
Extremely easy on the eyes. He had the milkiest skin, a pair of bright blue eyes, pink pouty lips, mop of fair hair, and a body that does not stop pleasing. He had it bad for the man. Very, very bad.
On top of the wonderful human being he had found, he was blessed with food, a job, and a roof over his head. He could not be happier. This was the point in his life that he felt it was perfect. He had everything his little heart desired.
"I am damn lucky to have him!" He said aloud, happily closing his eyes. Perhaps it was fate that brought him to Quatre.
He remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a clear Saturday night when the fire station's alarm sounded. Jolting awake, he raced to the recognizable red truck with his fellow firefighters. They sped to the scene of a smoking condo. Apparently, some son of a bitch fell asleep after lighting a cigarette. The half the team started to put out the fire with a steady stream of water blasting from the hose.
Duo motioned the other half to raid the building for survivors. He searched through the flames and the rising temperature. He had almost given up when he saw Quatre collapsed against the bedroom door. When he spotted the blond, he distinctively remembered that Quatre was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. He snatched the helpless angel into his arms and, with a burst of energy, he swiftly maneuvered his way out of the blazing building.
The man opened his dazzling sapphire eyes and murmured, "Please tell… your pants… it's not… polite to point." Talk about a strange moment to fall in love but that is when Duo's heart was stolen. And, yes, little Duo was very excited to see him.
"I am happier than a straight guy at a wet t-shirt contest." He smiled and glanced at the clock. As always, it timed out perfectly to shower and grab some breakfast before heading off to work.
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"Oh fuck, who knew a scrawny guy like him could have given me a black eye…" Duo moaned as he slapped the cold steak on his right eye. "I knew that it was a little on the swollen side but damn!"
He found a steel chair propped up against the wall and pulled it open near the television. Grabbing the remote control with his other hand, he switched it on and trashy voices greeted his ears. His brain welcomed the sight of Jerry Springer. It was just what he needed after such a lively morning. It would probably turn his attention away from the throbbing in his eye too.
"Why would you ever watch that show, Maxwell? It is a disgrace and, on top of being a vile program, those men and women have no self respe- What the hell happened to you last night?" He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of the Asian man. Wufei was the shortest of all the firefighter, only standing about five foot six but what he lacked in height, he certainly made up for in strength and courage. However, he was a little short on humor.
"Oh, Wuffers. It's the usual fucking like bunnies until it got a little out of hand. It was like wild anima-"
Wufei's ebony eyes grew wide and he hastily covered his ears. "I do not need to hear about your sex life! Do you have no shame?" There was not much he did not know about the man. He was a straight (very straight) Chinaman with a giant stick up his ass. He was no fun at all but, hey, if you were in a burning building looking for someone to save you, you would definitely call him. The man had some killer speed.
"Of course he doesn't. Do you know Duo Maxwell at all?" A sensuous voice replied. That could only be the one and only Zechs. Now there was a looker. The tall, blond man peeked in from the next room, overhearing the interesting conversation. The silky long hair fell from his shoulder elegantly over the wooden chair he sat on. One would think that there was some sort of rule against long haired playboys like Zechs and Duo (even Wufei sported a small ponytail) warning them of their hair as a fire hazard, but there was none at the moment.
"Oh c'mon Zechy!" Duo cried. He really was not that bad. He just liked to tease the uptight Asian man. "You know you still love me-"
Suddenly the blaring alarm went off and the training automatically kicked in. The three of them quickly dropped the subject and sprung into action. Duo sat up abruptly, letting the steak fly off his face.
"Maxwell!" He heard Wufei yelped all of a sudden.
"Huh?"
"Don't throw the meat at me!"
"I didn't throw anythi-" he paused, glancing at the man on his right. The red meat hit him square in the chest. Duo let out a snicker. "You seem like the type to play with your own meat… why would you mind me throwing my meat at you? It's bigger, better, and-"
"Asshole!" Glaring at the braided man, Wufei shoved him out of the way as he slid down the metal poles.
He forced himself to sprint towards the nearest pole as well, holding in a chuckle here and there. It was common for any fireman on the job for more than a year to develop a habit to drop everything or learn to multitask and fall into the familiar hasty routine.
"Uagh!" He yelped, crashing heavily into the concrete floor. Forgetting all too well that he had limited peripheral vision, he effortlessly slid past the metal and fell down hard through the meticulously placed hole. His violet eyes closed shut tightly, feeling the sharp pain shoot up his leg. "Damn that fucking hurt!" Duo muttered as he wobbled after the snickering men. Who could blame him though? He was, after all, wounded.
"Watch where you are going. You don't want to end up with another injury, do you?" Duo heard the blond express his amusement about Duo's handicap.
"Oh, fuck you, Merquise!" Quickly, he copied his friends strapped into his familiar yellow uniform on.
"Get moving!" The driver growled from the front seat. He was already strapped comfortably in and revving the engine of the giant red monster.
"Move it out, Barton!" Duo yelled as he climbed onto the truck, holding on for dear life.
With the driver's impeccable record of getting to the scene in record time, there were some downsides and one of them was his insane swerving and cutting people off in a traffic jam. However despite the wild, fast life of the driver, Trowa led a quiet life. He was quite soft spoken and calm in his civilian life. Duo would know. He happened to be floor mates with the man. Living next to his fellow co-worker had its benefits. In fact, one of the main ones was the fact that Trowa was not shy about greeting him in a minuscule towel with his muscular body after a steaming hot shower.
Duo blinked, watching the scenery pass, trees aligned and houses similar. It constantly felt strange for him to live here where people threw their money away for pools and the home owner's association. The siren was loud and clear and anyone in a ten mile radius could unmistakably hear the fire truck's warning as it raced across town. Duo peeked out the side and spotted a small boy wave to him. His lips curved into a smile. It was a revered reward to see the kids who looked up to him.
"Maxwell, what happened to your face?!" Barton asked hesitantly when he spotted his fellow firefighter sporting a rather reddish-purple bruise.
Duo laughed, absentmindedly brushing his bangs away from his eyes. "Just a little rough and tumble that got out of hand, that's all. Do you want to know all the details? It was actually hilarious." Teasingly, he batted his long eyelashes. He had to just short of yell to communicate with his friend. The fire alarm was still ringing in his ears.
"Sure afterwards. But can you focus on the job with an injury like that," He asked, brushing his hair out of his emerald eyes.
Duo gave him a thumbs up reassuringly with one hand while he held on to the truck with the other.
The fire truck skidded to a stop in front of a quaint little house. A grandmother stood outside in her pink floral bathrobe and curlers in her graying hair. "Oh, damn, Wuffers. I don't see a fire," Duo muttered mostly to himself. It was true though. The house seemed fine. There was no smoke. None of the neighbors were out and about. No chaos. However, the woman did seem panicked about something, Duo noted.
"Ma'am, you called about a fire?" asked the blond firefighter. He stood more than two feet taller with long luscious platinum blond hair. Creamy skin, tall muscular build, piercing blue eyes, and the hair. Zechs glanced sideways and winked at the braided man. Duo's heart nearly stop beating. He would need an ambulance.
Trying to clear his head, Duo shook his head and turned back to the woman who was wander over. The brunette knew well enough Zechs was a flirt. Damn his Adonis like qualities! Why was everyone around him a sexy beast?
"Oh you're here! Thank goodness! My poor dog is trapped under her dog house!"
From the corner of his eye, he saw Wufei blink viciously. "Excuse me? A dog, you say? Why you crazy old b-" Zechs shot the man a look that could kill.
She paused, cocking her head to the side. "Eh? What did you say?"
Duo motioned for her to go on, even though he could feel his eye twitch. What the hell was wrong with this woman? "Why did you call the fire department?"
"I thought if I didn't say my house was on fire, you guys wouldn't come!" The grandmother exclaimed as if it were as clear as day.
"There is no task… too small for a fireman to do, ma'am!" Zechs smiled kindly, taking the woman by the arm leading her to her backyard. "Now where is the poor puppy?" That warm hearted bastard.
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Duo heaved an immense sigh of relief as he plopped down on the leather couch. His jaw twitched as he heard the sound of the material sticking and chafing against his body. "Why the fuck would anyone like leather chairs? It is the most uncomfortable thing on the fucking face of the fucking planet! Arugh!" He cried. Widening his eyes, he felt himself fall off the couch and painfully land on the wooden floor.
"Gah! This is so grrrr," He snarled into the nearby pillow. The stress of today was getting to him and, miserably, he let it get to him. What time did Quatre get home again?, he began to speculate. Pulling the neatly folded blanket off the couch, he felt the familiar soft material caress his exposed skin. "Mmm." His eyes absentmindedly wondered to his watch. The digital watch beeped five forty-four.
A smile crept on to his face. Soon, Quatre would arrive home. Duo's mind wondered off, contemplating on ways to pleasantly surprise his lover. A naked dinner? A naked cook? He let out a chuckle. It would certainly astonish him.
Always known as a wonderful cook to his friends, Duo immediately began pulling various leafy greens and lean meats from the refrigerator. "A dash of this here and a sprinkle of that there." Scrumptious aromas began to fill the kitchen. Duo dipped his slender finger into some sauce and licked the warm liquid. It was lip smacking, mouth watering good. There was not denying that much.
He turned down the heat of what was left on the stove and stepped off to the side. Slipping off his torn jeans and out of his boxers, he sensuously placed a white apron over his nude body. No doubt, it was strange to see a grown man in nothing but an apron but the man could pull anything off, practically exuding sex appeal. Duo absentmindedly flipped his braid over his shoulder, shuddering as he felt it brush against the small of his back. Little Duo was already getting excited.