The was a challenge that was never fulfilled, is being reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and some motivation.
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.
--Mischief--
The scent of Heero's cooking was making Duo's stomach twist in pain and anticipation, but one look into the kitchen confirmed that he had to wait a little longer.
Silently bemoaning his fate, Duo shuffled his way to the fridge and pulled out a can of beer. With the cold edge of the can pressed against his bottom lip, he turned and looked at his man. The warm weather had gotten to Heero somewhat, and he had obviously opted for a shirtless look when he put on the burgundy apron and began to fry the chicken. The pair of jeans he wore sagged somewhat around his waist, exposing just a small bit of the curve of his ass before it disappeared inside the denim.
Duo found himself staring at that small bit of skin for quite a moment before something rather silly entered his mind.
Heero, somewhat oblivious to Duo's stare, had begun flipping the chicken in the hot oil over onto the as-yet uncooked side when he gave a surprised yelp. He turned at his waist, still in shock that someone had just smacked his ass, and caught Duo running out of the kitchen, unopened beer in his hand.
"Duo!"
"Love ya!" Duo yelled back, not looking back.
His stomach was growling, and he felt quite miserable as he waited for dinner to be ready. As the thought of getting a beer crossed his mind, he called out, "Heero?"
"What?" came the rather irritated response from the kitchen as Heero pulled his apron over his head and covered his bare chest.
"I love you," Duo replied as he changed the channel from the colony news to an afternoon western.
There was a silence of a few moments, then Heero replied, "What is it, Duo?"
"Nothing, Heero. Just... I love you." He gave Heero a bright, cheerful smile from his place on the couch and cheered himself when he saw Heero return the expression.
The cold can of beer pressed against his lower lip, he couldn't help but admire the smooth skin of Heero's back, from the soft hairs resting against the nape of his neck to the line of his spine seemingly pointing down to that hidden cushion of skin he wouldn't mind smacking right then and there.
Instead of that particular plan, however, he crept up on Heero and placed the lightest of kisses on the nape of Heero's neck. Confused, Heero turned away from the hot frying pan and his cooking to look at Duo.
"Duo?" he asked quietly. "Do you need anything?"
"Nope," Duo said with a light, if cheeky smile in between a couple more feather-light kisses on Heero's neck. "I'm good."
He placed just one kiss on Heero's skin, this time just behind his ear, before heading back to the living room, unopened can in his hand.
Heero gave Duo's back a bit of a bemused smile, before returning to his cooking.