The was a challenge that was never fulfilled, is being reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and a peaceful summer.
Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chronological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed.
--Jackass--
Duo sat on the curb, a cigarette dangling from between his fingers. The shadows covered him rather well, and if it wasn't for the cigarette's cherry-red tip, Heero would have started to doubt that Duo was there at all.
It was a warm night. He leaned back on his hands, the cool, dirty cement walk in front of the Italian restaurant feeling grainy to his fingers. Some distance away, the brightness of the lights of the supermarket made their seclusion almost surreal.
"I used to work in this strip mall," Duo said haltingly in their native tongue, his tone almost bitter. His voice was starting to slur slightly. He pointed with his cigarette towards the supermarket. "In a ice cream store that way."
"What happened?" Heero asked as he glanced at the direction Duo was indicating before staring up at the broken, useless fluorescent lighting above them.
"It went bankrupt."
"Oh."
Duo took a drag from the cigarette and made circles with the smoke.
"Me and the guys there, we used to play-wrestle out back," Duo recalled, a wistful tone taking over his voice, his speech coming out a little smoother. "They would steal some fluorescent light bulbs from their job, the Shop-Right, and then we would take turns smashing them on each other out back."
"Did it hurt?"
"Sometimes..." He took another drag. "But it was all about how the glass shattered and how you reacted to it. It had to look like it hurted like hell..."
Duo reached for another beer, but Heero beat him to it.
"Let's go home, Duo," he said softly, as their hands rested on top of each other, over the same can of cheap domestic beer.
There was a manly scent, an earthy warmth coming off of Heero that night that tickled Duo's nose that moment. The warmth of Heero's hand underneath his and the assertive look in the other boy's eyes as he leaned close weakened him.
Duo sighed slightly and flicked the used cigarette away as he pulled away. "Fine."