A Gundam Wing fic. WARNING: Yaoi, 1x2 style ahead. Don't like, don't read. I do not own Gundam Wing and do not claim to. Though I did have a dream about Duo and Heero tied up in my basement... Heero's PoV. Slight OOC on Heero's part. But in a good way.
Wander
I awaken and find myself staring at the ceiling. So what awoke me? That reason becomes apparent as I feel a mass of something lying on my chest.
Duo. His long, lovely hair is spread out around us and an arm is thrown possessively around my waist. His head is laying on my chest, and his breath is steady. So beautiful. Many times I have awakened because he sleeps so close to my side that he nearly cuts off my circulation. But that's a part of him. He sleeps close to people he loves, he told me once. I should be proud, he said playfully then. I replied that it wasn't necessary to kill me if he loved me. He just laughed.
We are so different... I often wonder how he fell for me and I for him. I wasn't trained to deal with emotions, after all. Not that I'd ever admit that I love him. And besides, he knows. And that's what matters.. But I digress. I am as he says, stoic, silent, monotonous, trigger-happy, and have trouble expressing emotions when I actually try to express them at all. While he on the other hand, in my opinion, is too spontaneous, jumpy, loud, and too much of a joker, even if it is just a facade. Maybe that's why we compliment each other so well.
He stirs and snuggles even closer to me. I wasn't aware that being closer to me was physically possible. But he got to me didn't he? If he can do that, he can do anything. I guess.
I attempt half-heartedly to pry his arms away from me. Or at least get my oxygen path back. After a few moments of struggling, I accomplish the latter; the grip is less uncomfortable. Though I do like it... in a weird, demented sort of way. It makes me feel wanted.
Laying back, my arm under his neck, my thoughts wander again. Tonight was our first time. I mean, we've been sleeping in the same bed for a while now, but tonight was when Wufei must've had a nosebleed every five minutes, what with Duo and Quatre being screamers and all. I swear, Duo must've rehearsed the entire thing. The seductive way he slowly slipped off his clothes, the way his cobalt-violet eyes stared at me and... the way I just got lost in him, and his scent, and his loose, beautiful hair, was just... he must've rehearsed it.
I settle in his arms and his steady breathing calms me. I whisper, "Aishiteru, Duo."
I begin to fall into dreams of my bright-eyed lover. Then a voice, almost inaudible, answers me, "I love you too... Wufei."
"What?!" I exclaim, sitting up in surprise. I swear, he must be rubbing off me somehow.
His eyes fly open and he laughs, holding his stomach. "Oh God!" He chokes out through his laughter.
I glare. Then an idea comes to me. My fingers inch toward his stomach and I begin tickling him.
"No! Heero, don't!" He laughs uncontrollably.
"Say it," I demand. "And to me. Not Wufei or Trowa or Quatre or whoever else."
"Okay! I love you, Heero!" He spits out. I stop then and let him catch his breath. Then I capture his lips in mine. I push him back onto the sheets and let my hands wander.
Sappy lil' thing, isn't it? Well, please review and I shall love you forever.
Misty Shinigami
Wander
I awaken and find myself staring at the ceiling. So what awoke me? That reason becomes apparent as I feel a mass of something lying on my chest.
Duo. His long, lovely hair is spread out around us and an arm is thrown possessively around my waist. His head is laying on my chest, and his breath is steady. So beautiful. Many times I have awakened because he sleeps so close to my side that he nearly cuts off my circulation. But that's a part of him. He sleeps close to people he loves, he told me once. I should be proud, he said playfully then. I replied that it wasn't necessary to kill me if he loved me. He just laughed.
We are so different... I often wonder how he fell for me and I for him. I wasn't trained to deal with emotions, after all. Not that I'd ever admit that I love him. And besides, he knows. And that's what matters.. But I digress. I am as he says, stoic, silent, monotonous, trigger-happy, and have trouble expressing emotions when I actually try to express them at all. While he on the other hand, in my opinion, is too spontaneous, jumpy, loud, and too much of a joker, even if it is just a facade. Maybe that's why we compliment each other so well.
He stirs and snuggles even closer to me. I wasn't aware that being closer to me was physically possible. But he got to me didn't he? If he can do that, he can do anything. I guess.
I attempt half-heartedly to pry his arms away from me. Or at least get my oxygen path back. After a few moments of struggling, I accomplish the latter; the grip is less uncomfortable. Though I do like it... in a weird, demented sort of way. It makes me feel wanted.
Laying back, my arm under his neck, my thoughts wander again. Tonight was our first time. I mean, we've been sleeping in the same bed for a while now, but tonight was when Wufei must've had a nosebleed every five minutes, what with Duo and Quatre being screamers and all. I swear, Duo must've rehearsed the entire thing. The seductive way he slowly slipped off his clothes, the way his cobalt-violet eyes stared at me and... the way I just got lost in him, and his scent, and his loose, beautiful hair, was just... he must've rehearsed it.
I settle in his arms and his steady breathing calms me. I whisper, "Aishiteru, Duo."
I begin to fall into dreams of my bright-eyed lover. Then a voice, almost inaudible, answers me, "I love you too... Wufei."
"What?!" I exclaim, sitting up in surprise. I swear, he must be rubbing off me somehow.
His eyes fly open and he laughs, holding his stomach. "Oh God!" He chokes out through his laughter.
I glare. Then an idea comes to me. My fingers inch toward his stomach and I begin tickling him.
"No! Heero, don't!" He laughs uncontrollably.
"Say it," I demand. "And to me. Not Wufei or Trowa or Quatre or whoever else."
"Okay! I love you, Heero!" He spits out. I stop then and let him catch his breath. Then I capture his lips in mine. I push him back onto the sheets and let my hands wander.
Sappy lil' thing, isn't it? Well, please review and I shall love you forever.
Misty Shinigami