Title: The Other Duo
Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Pairing: 1x2 Genre: Romance, Adventure, Angst and Humor Warnings: Language, Yaoi, Citrus Rating: R Archived: S_E updates, FF.net, GWFF
Story so far: Duo and Heero post-EW. Duo finds Heero in Houston to see if they have a future together. Heero has received a mysterious mission to rebuild Wing. Little do they realize that they're still being manipulated by powers beyond their control, albeit for a very different purpose.
Chapter 4
The hiss of the air conditioning was Duo's first awareness the next morning. Houston's hot and swampy weather demanded air conditioning 9 months out of the year. Being unused to it, Duo shivered in the artificial coolness.
"Cold?" Heero's voice croaked next to him.
"A little." Duo reached around for the blanket, being only covered with a sheet.
"Here." He felt a blanket drawn over his shoulders and then the sudden warmth of Heero's body spooned against his bare back, buttocks and thighs.
"Better?" Heero sounded barely awake, his warm breath stirring the long hairs at the back of Duo's neck that had come lose during sleep. Duo relaxed into the bodily warmth offered him and sighed.
"Yeah, nice. Thanks." He murmured, feeling his eyes grow heavy with sleep now that he was warm again. "You're not bad to sleep with, ya know. Warm and you don't move around too much. A little bony, though."
"Nice to know I make a good impression, even asleep." Duo snickered. Heero's deadly dry humor had always tickled him. He remembered Trowa saying that Heero was one of the few people that could make him laugh out loud.
"You can go back to sleep, Duo, it's not even dawn yet." He felt Heero stretch and yawn against him which in turn created his own need to yawn.
"Okay." Duo felt a hand run along his back to the nape of his neck and linger there, gently massaging and stroking him. The touch was curious and tentative at first, then growing more assertive.
"I always wondered what your skin would feel like."
"What does it feel like?" Duo purred. Being an openly tactile person, touching and being touched was like breathing to him. He felt a sudden pang at the curious longing in Heero's voice.
"Warm and softer than I thought it would be. It feels alive."
"Well, I am that." The stroking of his neck and shoulders was making him melt. Not to mention somewhat. aroused.
"Heero?"
"Mm?"
"Um, you're making me hot."
"You find this arousing?" Heero continued to massage his neck and shoulders, now pressing his fingers into any tightness he discovered.
"To put it mildly." Duo moaned, arching into the touch.
"I've read the neck is an erogenous zone. Interesting." Heero's voice was calm and inquiring.
"Interesting, my sweet ass, is that all you have to say?"
"I'm merely taking notice of what pleases you. You do want me to please you, don't you?"
"Yeah, immediately if not sooner." Duo took one of the hands caressing his neck and put it to his hardened penis. He thrust against Heero's hand in a needy fashion. He felt the slow smile against his neck, then Heero's lips against his neck, beginning to suckle the flesh there as he was stroked to a quick completion.
"That's quite a wake up call," Duo rasped out breathlessly afterwards. He turned into Heero's embrace and watched him tentatively taste what was on his hand, then shrug and lick it off.
"Tastes like tears and sweat."
"I know." Duo leaned over to place a kiss on the corner of Heero's mouth.
"Anything I can do for you?" Duo placed his hand on Heero's stomach, gently making circles around his taut navel.
"Only if you want to."
"I want to."
Minutes later, Duo felt the shudder and release of the other mans orgasm, the evidence of it on his hands, warm and alive accompanied by a sound that might have been his name.
"Heero, you all right?" He wrapped his arms Heero tightly, rocking him slightly in his embrace. Heero bit his lower lip, two tears of release leaking down the sides of his face.
A small negative shake of the head was Duo's answer.
"Hey, it's all right. Just kinda hits you hard sometimes, you know? Good for you to get it out once in a while."
"Duo. Don't leave me, please."
"Sure, I already said I wouldn't." Duo petted the soft silky hair of Heero's head in a comforting fashion.
"We're gonna be together, I promise. You know me, I never lie." Duo felt a prickling of tears in his own eyes.
"You never lie." Heero repeated, his breathing beginning to even out. "My Duo never lies." He reached up a hand to cup Duo's face, and Duo leaned into it.
"So, I'm your Duo now, am I?" he smiled and placed a kiss into the palm of that offered hand.
"Duo, do I seem all right to you?" Heero finally opened his eyes and drew Duo into an intense inquiring stare.
"I dunno. What's all right?" Duo shrugged. "You're askin' me what normal is? Like I have a clue." Duo snorted and pulled Heero into a fierce hug.
"But, I know that I'm happier with you than anyone. That's enough, isn't it?" Duo released him a little and leaned back to look into those intense eyes.
"I guess. I'm happy to be with you too. I'm glad I can feel good. I used to think it was unnecessary. I wonder why I felt that way?" Heero shook his head wonderingly.
"It's because of what that old mindfucker J did to you Heero, but you'll be okay. You're tough. You're going to be fine, you'll see." Duo sounded like he was indulging in self-reassurance, Heero noted quietly but said nothing.
"He has a lot to answer for, I suppose. Still I don't think he ever intentionally wanted to harm me. Does that make sense?"
"What difference does it make, intentional or unintentional. Those old bastards playing God with us pisses me off!" Duo's rough voice rose in anger. "And you the worst of all, Heero. I mean, it's not as though I had a peachy childhood either, but at least I had some choices! I wasn't some lab rat for that twisted old fuck."
"Whatever hell you imagine I suffered, Duo, I'm sure it's no worse than yours or Trowa's or any of the rest of us. Don't dismiss what any of us experienced. I doubt the doctors were looking for normal, typical boys. We were chosen because of what we already were. I know what I can survive. So do you. How many people have had their limits tested the way the Gundam pilots have?"
"You're excusing them?" Duo's tone was incredulous. There was never any ambiguity about what Duo thought of the doctors. As much as he loved being Deathscythe's pilot, he also hated it. That ambiguity flavored everything he felt about the scientists that had built the Gundams and chosen their pilots.
"Duo, they gave us the Gundams. I don't know how I should feel about them. I never examined it. I just did what I was trained to do. It was never about how I felt about it."
"Dammit, Heero, that's not right. You have to know that's not right!"
"I know. I think I know that now. But, where does it leave me?"
"Heero, why are you rebuilding Wing? What is that shit all about? There's no reason for you to do anything Dr. J tells you ever again."
"I need it." Heero's voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know anything else."
"Learn something else!" Duo shook his shoulders gently, pulling Heero's chin up with one hand to until their eyes locked.
"Can I? Can I be anything besides a soldier?"
"Of course you can! You're the smartest, most capable person I ever met, you can do anything. You're Heero Yuy!" Duo's grip became almost painful on his upper arm.
"I need your help."
"I'll help you, buddy. I love you, I'll help." Duo pulled him into another hard embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I told you so."
The scarred countenance of Dr. G peered owlishly out from under his mop of gray hair.
Dr. J chuckled mirthlessly. "Yes, I concede your point, you old fool. 01 and 02 needed to be brought together."
"Well, then, are you going to continue the rebuilding of the Gundam? It's served our purpose, they are now together."
"Negative, they need the time spent rebuilding Wing to complete Yuy's rehabilitation."
"Not to mention Maxwell's." Dr. cocked his head like some predatory bird.
"It's ridiculous you know. What was done may not be able to be undone. We're no doubt doomed to live with our transgressions as they are." He pointed to the surveillance screen.
Dr. J cackled. "Getting existentialist in your old age, G?"
"Don't be insulting. I merely hate to see a good experiment wasted."
"Certainly, as do I."
The two figures turned their attention back to the screen. "You were correct about the nature of their relationship, I'll grant you that." Dr. J said this with almost childish petulance.
"I never did agree with how you treated that boy." Dr. G said in his grating voice, shaking his head in disgust.
"He was a kind boy.."
TBC
Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Pairing: 1x2 Genre: Romance, Adventure, Angst and Humor Warnings: Language, Yaoi, Citrus Rating: R Archived: S_E updates, FF.net, GWFF
Story so far: Duo and Heero post-EW. Duo finds Heero in Houston to see if they have a future together. Heero has received a mysterious mission to rebuild Wing. Little do they realize that they're still being manipulated by powers beyond their control, albeit for a very different purpose.
Chapter 4
The hiss of the air conditioning was Duo's first awareness the next morning. Houston's hot and swampy weather demanded air conditioning 9 months out of the year. Being unused to it, Duo shivered in the artificial coolness.
"Cold?" Heero's voice croaked next to him.
"A little." Duo reached around for the blanket, being only covered with a sheet.
"Here." He felt a blanket drawn over his shoulders and then the sudden warmth of Heero's body spooned against his bare back, buttocks and thighs.
"Better?" Heero sounded barely awake, his warm breath stirring the long hairs at the back of Duo's neck that had come lose during sleep. Duo relaxed into the bodily warmth offered him and sighed.
"Yeah, nice. Thanks." He murmured, feeling his eyes grow heavy with sleep now that he was warm again. "You're not bad to sleep with, ya know. Warm and you don't move around too much. A little bony, though."
"Nice to know I make a good impression, even asleep." Duo snickered. Heero's deadly dry humor had always tickled him. He remembered Trowa saying that Heero was one of the few people that could make him laugh out loud.
"You can go back to sleep, Duo, it's not even dawn yet." He felt Heero stretch and yawn against him which in turn created his own need to yawn.
"Okay." Duo felt a hand run along his back to the nape of his neck and linger there, gently massaging and stroking him. The touch was curious and tentative at first, then growing more assertive.
"I always wondered what your skin would feel like."
"What does it feel like?" Duo purred. Being an openly tactile person, touching and being touched was like breathing to him. He felt a sudden pang at the curious longing in Heero's voice.
"Warm and softer than I thought it would be. It feels alive."
"Well, I am that." The stroking of his neck and shoulders was making him melt. Not to mention somewhat. aroused.
"Heero?"
"Mm?"
"Um, you're making me hot."
"You find this arousing?" Heero continued to massage his neck and shoulders, now pressing his fingers into any tightness he discovered.
"To put it mildly." Duo moaned, arching into the touch.
"I've read the neck is an erogenous zone. Interesting." Heero's voice was calm and inquiring.
"Interesting, my sweet ass, is that all you have to say?"
"I'm merely taking notice of what pleases you. You do want me to please you, don't you?"
"Yeah, immediately if not sooner." Duo took one of the hands caressing his neck and put it to his hardened penis. He thrust against Heero's hand in a needy fashion. He felt the slow smile against his neck, then Heero's lips against his neck, beginning to suckle the flesh there as he was stroked to a quick completion.
"That's quite a wake up call," Duo rasped out breathlessly afterwards. He turned into Heero's embrace and watched him tentatively taste what was on his hand, then shrug and lick it off.
"Tastes like tears and sweat."
"I know." Duo leaned over to place a kiss on the corner of Heero's mouth.
"Anything I can do for you?" Duo placed his hand on Heero's stomach, gently making circles around his taut navel.
"Only if you want to."
"I want to."
Minutes later, Duo felt the shudder and release of the other mans orgasm, the evidence of it on his hands, warm and alive accompanied by a sound that might have been his name.
"Heero, you all right?" He wrapped his arms Heero tightly, rocking him slightly in his embrace. Heero bit his lower lip, two tears of release leaking down the sides of his face.
A small negative shake of the head was Duo's answer.
"Hey, it's all right. Just kinda hits you hard sometimes, you know? Good for you to get it out once in a while."
"Duo. Don't leave me, please."
"Sure, I already said I wouldn't." Duo petted the soft silky hair of Heero's head in a comforting fashion.
"We're gonna be together, I promise. You know me, I never lie." Duo felt a prickling of tears in his own eyes.
"You never lie." Heero repeated, his breathing beginning to even out. "My Duo never lies." He reached up a hand to cup Duo's face, and Duo leaned into it.
"So, I'm your Duo now, am I?" he smiled and placed a kiss into the palm of that offered hand.
"Duo, do I seem all right to you?" Heero finally opened his eyes and drew Duo into an intense inquiring stare.
"I dunno. What's all right?" Duo shrugged. "You're askin' me what normal is? Like I have a clue." Duo snorted and pulled Heero into a fierce hug.
"But, I know that I'm happier with you than anyone. That's enough, isn't it?" Duo released him a little and leaned back to look into those intense eyes.
"I guess. I'm happy to be with you too. I'm glad I can feel good. I used to think it was unnecessary. I wonder why I felt that way?" Heero shook his head wonderingly.
"It's because of what that old mindfucker J did to you Heero, but you'll be okay. You're tough. You're going to be fine, you'll see." Duo sounded like he was indulging in self-reassurance, Heero noted quietly but said nothing.
"He has a lot to answer for, I suppose. Still I don't think he ever intentionally wanted to harm me. Does that make sense?"
"What difference does it make, intentional or unintentional. Those old bastards playing God with us pisses me off!" Duo's rough voice rose in anger. "And you the worst of all, Heero. I mean, it's not as though I had a peachy childhood either, but at least I had some choices! I wasn't some lab rat for that twisted old fuck."
"Whatever hell you imagine I suffered, Duo, I'm sure it's no worse than yours or Trowa's or any of the rest of us. Don't dismiss what any of us experienced. I doubt the doctors were looking for normal, typical boys. We were chosen because of what we already were. I know what I can survive. So do you. How many people have had their limits tested the way the Gundam pilots have?"
"You're excusing them?" Duo's tone was incredulous. There was never any ambiguity about what Duo thought of the doctors. As much as he loved being Deathscythe's pilot, he also hated it. That ambiguity flavored everything he felt about the scientists that had built the Gundams and chosen their pilots.
"Duo, they gave us the Gundams. I don't know how I should feel about them. I never examined it. I just did what I was trained to do. It was never about how I felt about it."
"Dammit, Heero, that's not right. You have to know that's not right!"
"I know. I think I know that now. But, where does it leave me?"
"Heero, why are you rebuilding Wing? What is that shit all about? There's no reason for you to do anything Dr. J tells you ever again."
"I need it." Heero's voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know anything else."
"Learn something else!" Duo shook his shoulders gently, pulling Heero's chin up with one hand to until their eyes locked.
"Can I? Can I be anything besides a soldier?"
"Of course you can! You're the smartest, most capable person I ever met, you can do anything. You're Heero Yuy!" Duo's grip became almost painful on his upper arm.
"I need your help."
"I'll help you, buddy. I love you, I'll help." Duo pulled him into another hard embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I told you so."
The scarred countenance of Dr. G peered owlishly out from under his mop of gray hair.
Dr. J chuckled mirthlessly. "Yes, I concede your point, you old fool. 01 and 02 needed to be brought together."
"Well, then, are you going to continue the rebuilding of the Gundam? It's served our purpose, they are now together."
"Negative, they need the time spent rebuilding Wing to complete Yuy's rehabilitation."
"Not to mention Maxwell's." Dr. cocked his head like some predatory bird.
"It's ridiculous you know. What was done may not be able to be undone. We're no doubt doomed to live with our transgressions as they are." He pointed to the surveillance screen.
Dr. J cackled. "Getting existentialist in your old age, G?"
"Don't be insulting. I merely hate to see a good experiment wasted."
"Certainly, as do I."
The two figures turned their attention back to the screen. "You were correct about the nature of their relationship, I'll grant you that." Dr. J said this with almost childish petulance.
"I never did agree with how you treated that boy." Dr. G said in his grating voice, shaking his head in disgust.
"He was a kind boy.."
TBC
