Japan Air
By: SukiNora
Summary: On the way back from an art gallery showing in Japan, Duo misses his flight only to find that the next one departs in a week! He's stuck in Japan with nowhere to stay, no way to communicate, and no way to get home. Until the rest of the gang comes along.
Disclaimer: I don't own em…just play with em.
Warnings: Future 1+2/1x2, 3x4, 5xS.
A.N. I'm so sorry for the long wait guys, thanks for your patience.
Chapter 7
"Look, I'm just saying it's bad for you," Heero stated as he opened the door to his apartment. He waved a hand up in defense as Duo waited behind him, a dark and annoyed expression gracing his normally exuberant face.
The ride home had not been full of the sexual frustration that Duo had expected, and hoped for really, but was spent in numerous periods of awkward silence between Heero's prying questions. So, have you smoked long? No. Awkward silence. Because if you have, I mean, I wouldn't get angry. Sigh of annoyance. Awkward silence. And so it ensued.
Duo glared at the back of Heero's head and had to repress the urge to slap him for his stupidity. They could have been making out right now. Hell, they could have been making out on the ride home if Heero had driven carefully. Duo simply didn't care about smoking. It was true that he smoked on occasion, but he never found himself truly craving a cigarette on a regular basis, so he figured a few indulgences every now and then wouldn't hurt. And if it did, well, he didn't really care. He didn't really care that it was bad for him either.
Duo stalked past Heero into the apartment rolling his eyes. He didn't think he could take anymore lecture material from Heero and thus he opted to plop himself down on the couch and lean his head back so far that it lightly hit the wall. "I know," he muttered, his patience growing thin.
Heero glanced over to the couch as he began locking his door for the night. The younger man was obviously distressed.
'I wonder if it's because he feels guilty about smoking. After all, he does know it's bad for him,' Heero thought to himself, nodding slightly, as he made his way over to the couch where Duo was still glaring at the ceiling.
"Did you have fun today?" Heero asked, trying to mask his anxiety with sincerity as he sat next to Duo, awkwardly holding his hands in his lap.
Duo slowly averted his gaze from the ceiling and stared at Heero with raised brows, pausing for a moment before replying. "Oh yes," he said lightly, cracking a slight smile.
"I'm glad," Heero responded, giving a small nod. As the period of silence grew more awkward with each passing second, Heero's anxiety began to grow and he nervously began cracking his knuckles.
"You know that's bad for you," Duo quipped, folding his arms behind his head against the cool plaster of the wall, staring at Heero out of the corner of his eye.
Heero chuckled, ceasing the action and began rubbing his hand together before setting his arms at his sides. "Yeah, I guess it is."
Duo nodded, pulling his head away from the wall to stare at Heero judgmentally. "Yeah, it is," he said sharply, causing Heero's eye brows to furrow a bit in confusion. "Calcium deposits," Duo stated, matter of factly, his head now tilted a bit to the side.
"Yeah," Heero responded with a small smile, still somewhat confused over Duo's sharp tone of voice.
"Yeah," Duo answered with another nod.
Heero stared at the younger man next to him, wondering why he was acting so strangely. Then it clicked, and Heero suddenly understood why Duo was bringing up things that were bad for you.
"You know if you needed some help quitting..." Heero began, only to be cut off my a pair of lips silencing his own. Duo decided that Heero needed to be silenced by any means necessary. With less than 24 hours before he would be on his way back to America, there was no time to waste with trivial lectures.
However, Heero wasn't as sure. A small voice in his head kept trying to tell him that warning Duo about lung cancer was the most important matter at hand, but the voice in his pants cried out with an impressive amount of force, reminding Heero that the last time he had gotten laid was almost two years ago.
Heero's hand clamped onto the back of Duo's neck, causing the younger man's eyes to snap open as Heero crushed his lips against Duo's.
"Heero," Duo mumbled around the older man's lips. "You're gonna break my neck," he got out, slightly turning his head away from Heero.
Heero let out a long sigh as he pulled his lips away from Duo's. He kept his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against the younger man's, breathing deep and shallow. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his cheeks turning a bright pink as the realization of his actions sunk in. "I was letting my pants get the better of me."
"It's okay," Duo chuckled out, his breath hot against Heero's face. "You don't have to stop, just try not to use such a vice grip."
Heero raised his head as Duo slung one leg over the older man's waist, straddling him as he lightly kissed his neck.
Letting out a little chuckle, Heero gave the back of Duo's neck a little squeeze. "I'm not sure that's possible."
"Sure it's possible," the younger man breathed into his ear.
Heero let out a shallow breath, turning his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to the younger man. He placed his hands on Duo's hips, pulling him closer as all memories of the smoking fiasco were erased from his memory.
"This is so wrong," Heero mumbled, gripping Duo's sides tighter in his large hands.
Duo chuckled against his neck, sending shivers up and down Heero's spine. "You can say stop," he replied, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck.
"As if I could really do that now," Heero whimpered, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. "But God, you're only 18."
Snickering, Duo went back to lightly kissing Heero's neck. "Is it so bad?"
At first Heero didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. "I guess not," he replied, subconsciously accepting that there was something quite different about the once soft, velvety voice of an 18 year old Duo.
Heero opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, letting all the feelings from his neck shower over his body. He couldn't shake the feeling that what he was doing was wrong, but it was just so hard to care. Most people had to pay 18 year olds to do these things to them at Heero's age.
"Are you okay?" Duo mumbled, running his fingers up and down Heero's chest.
The older man sighed in reply and tilted his head back away from the wall where it had been previously resting. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, opening his eyes as his head turned towards the young man sitting on him.
The very young man.
Heero's eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open like a gaping fish. While he couldn't place what was different about Duo's voice when he was mumbling against his neck, he certainly knew what was different about it now. It was higher. Much higher.
"What's the matter?" The little boy sitting on Heero's lap asked, reaching his small hand out to rub the older man's cheek. "Did I do something wrong?"
'I'm going to kill Wufei," Heero thought to himself, horrified at the sad, confused expression on the child's face. Heero lightly pushed the vision of the 5 year old Duo off his lap. He barely caught sight of the hurt look on the Duo's face before he rested both his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands.
"Heero?" Came the little voice, and a small hand shaking his shoulder. "What is it?"
"I," Heero started, raising his head to attempt to make eye contact with the little boy. "God, I can't do this," he mumbled, stumbling off the couch and running towards his bed room.
Shutting his door behind him, Heero rubbed a hand over his face while the other remained on the wall, guiding him towards his bed. His eyes were wide yet unfocused as he tried to erase the feeling that he had just about to do it with a 5 year old. He flopped down on his bed, grabbing a pillow and burying his face in it, an action he was becoming quite used to since Duo had arrived.
How was it possible that someone who he loved so much made things so difficult. 'Because he's barely legal," a small voice in his head answered.
The door to Heero's room opened with a light click, as soft beams of light poured into the room from the crack.
Heero closed his eyes tighter, and pulled the pillow closer to his face, not wanting to see the little vision of Duo.
He was too busy cursing Wufei's existence and damning him to hell for planting the idea in his head to hear the pitter patter of feet across his floor and to feel the bed shift next to him.
Heero nearly whimpered when two small arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Came a small tentative voice.
Heero viciously nodded his head against his pillow, afraid he might actually burst into flames if he actually had to talk.
"I didn't mean to freak you out," Duo trailed off, resting his cheek against Heero's back. He didn't really expect a response from the older man, but was nonetheless disappointed. "Do you just want to go to sleep?" He asked, rubbing Heero's back softly.
Heero nodded vigorously, and Duo let out a small sigh. "Okay."
Duo curled onto Heero's back, pulling him as close to himself as possible, resting his check against the warm skin of the older man.
'Not exactly the best way to be spending our last night together,' he thought to himself as he was lulled to sleep by Heero's even breathing and heartbeat.
Heero woke up an hour before Duo did the next morning. Some time during the night the two seemed to have switched positions, leaving Duo plastered to Heero's chest, creating a nice little puddle of drool that trailed down Heero's stomach.
The older man stared down at Duo, running his hand down his messy braid. He vaguely wondered when during the night Duo had aged back to his 18 year old self.
Duo grunted in his sleep and snuggled closer to Heero, bringing a smile to the older man's face.
He wrapped his arms tighter around the younger man, bringing him as close to himself as possible, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. "Please," he mumbled into Duo's soft hair. "Please, don't go."
After Duo woke up the two spent most of the day locating and packing Duo's things in an awkward silence.
"Thanks for letting me stay here," Duo said as he began stuffing his socks into the corners of his bag.
Heero stared at the young man from across the room, no emotion apparent on his face. "It was no problem," he mumbled back.
As the two made their way to the airport Heero gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. His inner voice kept crying out, telling Heero to stop the car and beg Duo to stay, but as Heero glanced over at the younger man, he saw no regret in his face. Heero sighed, Duo probably wanted to go home.
When they arrived at the airport Heero carried Duo's bag to the gate and waited as Duo got his boarding pass.
"Well," Duo said as he walked back towards Heero from the counter. "I guess that's it."
Heero nodded, not trusting his voice to remain steady.
Duo looked towards the ground before taking a step closer to Heero and wrapping his arms around the older man's neck.
"I'll miss you," he mumbled into his ear, pulling back and giving Heero a small smile before taking his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Duo turned and began walking towards the line to board his plane, leaving Heero standing passive, staring at the young man as he got closer and closer to the boarding gate.
When Heero saw Duo hand the flight attendant his plane ticket something clicked in his head.
'What am I doing?'
"Duo!" Heero called out.
The younger man turned around in front of the boarding gate to face the older man.
The two stared at each other in silence before Duo let out a small smile.
Heero ran a hand through his hair, unsure of how he wanted to phrase his goodbye to the man who had haunted his dreams since he was 18. "I really wanted to be with you," he finally called out.
Duo's smile grew as he repositioned his bag on his shoulder. "I wanted to be with you too," he called back, giving Heero one last smile behind he turned and boarded the plane back to America.
A.N. This is not the end of the fic! Unless you like stories that end like this, and in that case... don't read the next few chapters.
