DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, Sotsu/Sunrise/Bandai does.
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I've always known this, even if I never showed that I did. It
just seemed so much easier to push away all the advances,
pretending that I never noticed him. But I had always noticed the
way he would constantly stare at me from across the room.
Every now and again our eyes would meet from across the room, and
time seemed to stand still for that moment, until I smiled
lightly in his direction. He would return the gesture, smiling
brightly, and not one of the smiles that he always had on his
face, but a true, genuine smile. It would always light up the
room...
One day, the two of us had to stay at Preventer's headquarters
later than usual; we were one of the last ones there except for
Hilde, Noin, Zechs, and this new guy who worked in the mailroom.
It was already dark outside and we were far from being done with
our work. Duo sat at his desk, sorting through some of the
paperwork on our newest assignment, when the mail-guy walked in,
heading straight for Hilde's desk. The two talked quietly for a
minute, all the while, Hilde kept stealing glances in Duo's
direction.
She smiled at the guy, getting up from her desk and called out to
Duo. "Hey, I'm going to head on out. Are you--"
"Don't worry about me. I can find a ride home. Go, have
fun," he told her, practically shoving her out the door.
Once she had left, waving a thanks to him on her way out, he sat
back in his chair, exhaling a large breath of air. He impatiently
tapped his pencil against his desk as he stared at me.
"Hey, Heero. Do you think you could give me a ride home? My
ride just walked out." A small smile touched his lips as the
words rolled off his tongue, and I watched intently as his lips
formed the words that spilled forth from them.
"Sure," I said, sounding a little too eager in my own
ears. But apparently, he didn't notice, because he just smiled
even wider, then leaned over his work once again.
--
Much to my surprise, the ride to his house was relatively quiet.
Duo kept staring out the passenger side window, up at the moon,
his reflection smiling slightly. I would have given anything to
know what he was thinking of at that moment.
As I pulled into park, I saw Duo turn towards me, that smile
still lingering on his lips. His eyes sparkled as I stared deep
into them, seemingly trapped in those amethyst orbs. He leaned
forward, towards me, and lightly brushed his lips against mine,
then pulled back, staring into my eyes once more, gauging my
reaction.
I was too stunned to do anything; I couldn't believe that he had
actually kissed me. He, who would only stare at me for these past
few years, kissed me...
Seeing no adverse reaction to his move, he pressed forward once
again, this time, the touch firmer, more insistent, as one of his
hands wrapped around my neck, holding my mouth against his. And
this time, I kissed him back, savoring the taste of his kiss,
drinking in every small noise he made in the back of his throat.
We broke apart once again, breathless this time, and his hand
came up from my neck to caress my cheek lightly, before kissing
the end of my nose. He swung one of his legs over my lap so that
he was now straddling me, his back against the steering wheel.
He leaned forward, his lips lightly brushing against my ear, and
began murmuring soft words, speaking so softly that his breath
tickling against my earlobe was the only indication I had that he
was speaking at all.
"I want you," he whispered harshly. "I need
you..." He braced his hands on either side of my face,
leaned his forehead against mine, his hot breath washing across
my face as I gazed into those eyes, darkened with his passion.
"...please Heero," he whispered, dropping his hands to
fall around my neck, one hand threading itself through my hair.
"I need you," he repeated, managing to sound like a
child in his wanton begging.
I didn't answer him, merely tilted my head slightly, bringing our
already close lips into contact with each other. His lips were
surprisingly soft and pliant under my onslaught. I heard tiny
gasps coming from his open mouth as my hands wandered down the
curve of his spine, stopping at the barrier of his pants. Hooking
my fingers in the loops of those tight, leather pants, I pulled
him even closer to me, our hips grinding mercilessly into each
other.
A sharp cry spilled from his lips as he pulled away from me
suddenly. The moonlight shone down on him through my car window,
making him look even more beautiful, if that was possible. His
beautiful eyes shone with unshed tears.
What was it that could have made him so sad? He dropped his head
to my shoulder, sighing softly. I could feel him inhale deeply
against the hollow of my neck, the sharp intake provoking a
slight shiver to emanate from my body.
"I love you," he whispered, dropping butterfly kisses
against the skin of my neck. His feather soft touches never
stopped as he waited for a reply from me.
"I know," I whispered back to him, softly stroking his
hair.
Another sigh escaped his lips.
His arms tightened their hold of me, as if he were afraid to let
go, lest he wake up to discover this was all a dream. "There
isn't any chance that I'll ever hear that back, is there?"
"I-- I don't know..." For some reason, the words that I
/wanted/ to say never made it past the large lump in my throat.
I've never known love before... how am I supposed to know if this
was love that I was feeling?
Was love supposed to feel like something was missing everytime a
certain person wasn't around? Like everytime they left, they took
a part of you with them? Was it supposed to feel like the world
just wouldn't shine without them in your life...?
If that was all true... then I guess I do love him. But if that's
the case, why can't I tell him?
"That's okay," he said softly, lifting his head from my
shoulder. "You don't have to say it back. As long as I can
have this one moment with you... no one can take this away from
me."
As I stared into his eyes, the same eyes that used to stare
longingly at me from across the room, I silently thanked him for
understanding. A smile touched the corners of my mouth as my hand
reached up to gently stroke his soft cheek, pulling him gently
downward to meet my lips once again in the briefest of touches.
"Come upstairs with me?" I heard him murmur against my
mouth. I only vaguely remember nodding my head before feeling the
nakedness of not having him across my lap. I yearned for his
closeness once again, but he had opened the passenger door and
had already begun his ascent up the flight of stairs to his
house. Without hesitating once, I quickly got out of the car and
followed close behind him.
As soon as I had stepped over the threshold and closed the door,
I found myself pressed up against the wall, his mouth firmly
attached to mine, alternately sucking and nibbling on my swollen
lips. Hands trespassed over clothes, lifting, tugging, and
pulling the pesky garments out of the way, exposing beautifully
toned skin. Mouths opened to give way to questing tongues as our
passion increased. Our breaths came in pants as we hurriedly
stripped each other, at the same time, maneuvering ourselves
towards the vicinity of the bedroom.
Unfortunately, we never made it to the bedroom. Our desire for
each other had quelled any though of finding a comfortable place
to expel our energies. At the time, the floor outside his bedroom
door seemed to be an adequate enough place to finish what we had
started. Our bodies moved passionately against each other as the
moon shone in through his window, casting it hazy glow on us.
--
We lay there afterwards, basking in each others presence, my arms
wrapped firmly around him, his head resting lightly on my chest.
I brushed back his sweat dampened bangs and kissed him softly on
the forehead.
"What do you want from me, Duo?" I said into his hair.
"There's nothing I can give you..."
He was silent for a long time before answering, his voice no
louder than a whisper. "I only want what every other person
wants... I want to be loved... I want..." His voice began to
break at this point, and he buried his face even deeper into my
chest. "I want... /you/..."
I unconsciously tightened my grip on the slighter boy, not
wanting to let go. "Is that all?" I asked. He hadn't
asked for much, and even though I couldn't say the words just
yet, I think he knew what I was feeling. He had always been able
to read me so well, and I hoped that this time wasn't any
different.
He chuckled lightly, giving me a soft squeeze, then said,
"It isn't asking for too much, is it?"
"No... not at all." And for that one moment, the rest
of the world faded away, leaving the two of us still lying in
each others' arms. Nothing else mattered at that moment except
him...
~el fin~
A.N.: Well, it took me long enough to write. I wasn't sure how to
begin or end it, and it ended up being a lot shorter than I
wanted it to be, but, it'll do for now ^_^