Warnings: Some violence. Not very graphic, yet. Some blood later on, a lot more in coming chaps. Some coarse language, in English. Maybe more.
Disclaimer: *Falls out of chair laughing * gasp Okay, I'm fine now. I don't own it.
Rating: PG-13. Soon to go up, even if I do say so myself.
Pairings: K, if you don't know by now, ......then I'm very, very sorry.
Author's notes: *Snicker * I am sooo bad. ....Sorry.
If One Goes, then Two Follows.
Duo sat back from the side of his Gundam. Even though he was only to its hip on the electrically powered platform, he still was up about one story from the floor. Shinigami sighed, toying with his tools. He wondered when Heero would track him down. It was obvious that the older boy wanted to talk to him, the way he kept glancing at him during dinner last night. He wondered if it had anything to do with the abrupt way Duo had left him in the hall the other night. Oh well, it wasn't as if Heero was afraid to get near him. Heero wasn't afraid of anything; wasn't afraid of doing anything. Heero was the perfect soldier; unreachable, untouchable, unshakeable, unstoppable, irresistible... He started violently as a hand closed on his shoulder, and dropped the scraper. It bounced on another platform right below him, and then landed with a clang on the floor so far below. He whirled, and barely missed hitting Heero in the stomach with his fist.
"Just push me off next time, why don't you?" he hissed. He hated it when people caught him unaware. The fact that Heero had caught him off guard was inexcusable. Heero looked slightly taken aback.
"What? How do you mean?" Duo rolled his eyes.
"This platform has no railings. If I had been that wrench, I would be flatter than yesterday's soda." 'Not to mention the fact that you look gorgeous enough to make me fall over,' he thought, glancing surreptitiously at Heero's tightly clothed form.
"I wouldn't have let you fall off." He assured the DeathScythe Pilot. He had actually come to help him. He had been working on his own Gundam, Wing-0, when he had looked up, and seen Duo musing over his Gundam's injured hip. Duo rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, right."
"....What were you doing?" Duo blinked, and then smiled.
"Uh, I was working on the hip joint here." He said, pointing at the section. "The bastards messed up the paint job, and I need to fix it now." Heero nodded.
"I can help. It usually takes two for something like that." Duo's mouth went dry. Heero wanted to help him fix his Gundam? This was the perfect opportunity to talk to the silent Pilot, if he could find something to talk about.
"Um, okay. Grab a wrench and help me take this panel off." Heero complied, and soon they were deep into the subject of their next mission, what had gone wrong with the last one, and what was going on between Wufei and Trowa, though Duo was leading most of the questions.
"So what base are we attacking next?" Duo asked, sweat lightly coating his brow as he painstakingly cut some wires. The damage from the fires had gone deeper than he had originally observed, and they had been working for at least two hours now.
"That would be the second Trio, third building next to the sea in New York." He replied in a stoic voice.
"New York hunh? Well, it's my type of place. What kind of perimeter defenses do they have? And exactly what do we need to do?"
"Perimeter defense is simply an electric fence, five-thousand volts, with one foot of spiked metal around the base. Orders say that we destroy the entire base. Not one person escapes alive. We also need to get the information contained in their database of a certain prototype. The reaction mass* of the new model of spaceship is so controlled as to increase their speed and efficiency. I think it's called the O-7" Duo nodded.
"So we kill all and steal some info. from their computers. Not a bad mission. How's Quatre doing? I heard he had to hide out in the mountains for a while during the last mission, and he didn't talk to me about it last night."
"He's fine; just a little jittery. You know how he gets in the wilderness." Duo laughed, stalling from his work long enough to steady his shaking hands. After all, Heero was a little close right now.
"Oh yeah. Poor Quatre's nerves go all haywire when he can't see for long distances. Must be living in the desert for so long. I mean, you can see for a long ways in any direction, if you stand on one of the dunes. I wonder what a camel looks like. I've never ridden one but it sounds like it would be a wild ride, kind of like taming a horse. What do you think?" He asked, looking up at Heero. The Pilot of Wing-0 was looking at him with steady eyes, a mixture of amusement and irritation burning in the blue depths.
"...Hn." Duo gulped nervously.
"Uh, Heero?" It was too much. The Shinigami was so 'cute' when he rambled, and yet so irritating at the same time. Right now, though, his nervous features combined with the upturned angle of his head and parted mouth made him shiver. He knew what he wanted, and it was the problem of getting Duo to understand his feelings, when the DeathScythe Pilot thought he did not have any. In one decisive movement, Heero had Duo pinned up against the wall of his Gundam's side, the tools clattering to the floor, forgotten. Duo's eyes widened to the size of silver dollars, and he looked a little scared, if breathless. "Heero, what the hell are you doing?" he squeaked, trying to free his hands from where Heero held them, pinned above his head. He froze, however, when the Pilot's mouth hovered a few inches away from his.
"Showing you..." Duo shivered, and velvety lips brushed over his, warm and smooth. "My Shinigami. I am showing you what it means to have...a yearning." His violet eyes closed, and he arched back slightly as Heero's free hand stroked down his side, the gentle caresses like wisps of breath through his clothes.
"You...you want me?" he asked incredulously, which would have come out better if his voice wasn't reduced to a ragged, husky breath. Heero grunted against his neck, and Duo took that as an affirmative. "Oh Heero," he whispered, tears rolling unchecked down his cheeks. Unfortunately, they made him pull back and stop his delicate ministrations.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. Duo shook his head and pushed up against him, eliciting a gasp of surprise as the Pilot's hardness touched his thigh.
"Quite the opposite, actually." Heero chuckled and bent down to kiss him again, this time a real kiss. He ran his tongue over Duo's upper lip, requesting entrance. It was swiftly granted, the lips parting and Duo's sweet essence enfolding his mouth and tongue. He tasted of peaches. Yes, they were his favorite food to eat, after all. He slowly explored Duo's mouth, his senses growing heady and light from such an experience. For some reason, it was getting quite warm in the room. It was then that Wufei walked in, carrying his sword in an easy manor. Heero was off of Duo and three steps away before Duo could blink, but he couldn't stop a disappointed sound from escaping his taught throat. Wufei waved to them, and then headed over to start repair work on his Gundam. His last mission, a few days ago, had left him without protective panels for one-fourth of his Gundam Nataku's leg. Duo glared at the unoffending Pilot's back, and jumped as Heero passed him, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"We'll have to continue this later, my Shinigami. Don't go making yourself scarce." Duo could barely manage a nod, and was rewarded with a smoldering look as Heero climbed down the ladder to the ground. His roving eyes watched Heero's backside as he left, and then turned to his Gundam.
"Not one word, DeathScythe. Not. One. Word." The unresponsive Gundam simply looked at him with green eyes, seemingly amused. Duo glared at it, and then shimmied down the ladder. "Well if that's how you're going to be, then your paint job can wait." He sped out the doors and into the house, passed a blurred Trowa and into the kitchen, where Quatre was cooking something that looked suspiciously like pasta.
"Spaghetti?" He asked hopefully, looking over his blond friend's shoulder. Quatre laughed, pushing him towards the table.
"Of course. What else would I fix for your birthday?" Duo started, his eyes going wide.
"It's my birthday?" Quatre nodded, refraining from rolling his eyes. Duo could be so scatterbrained. "Wow cool. Hey, I wonder what I should do. Maybe we can all go to the water park, or even a skating rink!" Quatre stared at him. "What?"
"Duo, none of us knows how to skate." He explained. Duo mulled over this as Quatre checked on the pasta noodles.
"Well that just makes it that much more fun." He declared. "Maybe I'll even bring the video camera; you know, get all this on tape for future reference." Quatre smiled.
"You mean blackmail." Duo looked positively hurt.
"No, nothing like that. Well, maybe something like that, but not entirely. Hey, my intentions were good in the beginning. I was thinking of something like a family video." Quatre's eyes lit up, and Duo chuckled inwardly. His friend was such a one for family. "You know, we could pull it out when we want a good laugh. Although I'd have to hide it from Heero." The thought of the older Pilot caused him to blush, memories of what had just nearly happened producing the faint heat in his cheeks. Quatre, thank God, did not notice.
"That actually sounds like a good idea, Duo. I could get Trowa and Wufei to go, and you could persuade Heero." Duo paled.
"You know, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. I mean, you can't actually teach a corpse how to skate." Quatre gave him an amused glance as the others walked in for dinner.
"Who said anyone would be teaching anyone? I'll remind you again; none of us knows how to skate. It's going to be a trial and error process, which will most likely end up with some pretty hard falls." Trowa and Wufei looked back and forth between the exchange curiously, while Heero just sat down and stared at the table. Wufei finally spoke up.
"What's all this about a trial and error?" he asked, his coal black eyes darting from face to face. Quatre looked at Duo, smiling a bit as the younger Pilot started fidgeting. He always did when he was at the center of hard stares.
"Uh, we're all going skating." All hell broke loose, and everything went silent, simultaneously. Trowa lifted an eyebrow, and Heero glared at Duo. "What? It's a good idea. We could all use a break, if only for a few hours." Wufei cut in.
"I do not need to embarrass myself in public. I'm not going." Duo looked at him pleadingly.
"Oh, come on. Please? I promise I'll go first." He said, raising one hand as if he had been in the scouts. Heero looked decidedly unwell when he nudged him from under the table, but sighed and raised his hand.
"I'll go too." They all, except Duo and Wufei, stared at him in shock, and he could feel his cheeks burning. Trowa cleared his throat and raised his hand also. Wufei followed suit after a bit, although he did not look happy about it. Quatre smiled and clapped his hands.
"That's everyone. Now, what would you all like on your spaghetti?"
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(*): The stuff you throw out the back end to make it go. You know, kind of like engine exhaust, only more complicated. I don't really know all that much about it, but I read it somewhere.
All right! Another chapter bites the dust! *Pats self on back in congratulatory way *
Heero: Hmph. No need to break your arm.
Shut up. I worked for hours on this one. And you should be grateful. *All stop as Duo walks in *
Duo: Skate? Skate?! Me?! Oh noooooooo!!!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Duo: I can't skate at all! I'll fall on my ass! I'll run into everyone! I'll flip over the goddamned wall!
Oh.
Duo: What?
Huh?
Duo: Say again?
What?
Duo: What you just said.
What did I say?
Duo: Huh?
What?
Heero: AAAAARRRGH!!!
Wufei: *Snicker *
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