Gundams With Wings

Part Three
By Lady AngelFiren

PART THREE

"speech"
/thoughts/
{telepathy}

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Heero felt Shinigami's lips softly brush his own. As he was released, a wave of sensation and pleasure washed over and through him, igniting his nerve endings. The sunlight lanced down in a brillinant rainbow, wavering like the air above hot pavement. Firey stars leapt across his vision and he felt as if his whole form was being assaulted by vibrations of heat and erotic passion. The scene of the meadow around him wavered and detached from itself so that he saw a double of the velvety grass floating over his eyes, and a double of the fluffy white clouds racing across the sky like a time lapse video. It was as if a net extended out from his body, catching colours and feelings from everything and stuffing it back into him.
Heero could feel his eyes open wider than he thought possible, taking in the world all around, as if for the very first time. Every little movement, every change in the air, Duo standing behind him and even the tiny plants in the rushing stream gave him something. All this flew at him, filling his arms and legs with a tingly, shimmering energy and his head began to pulse vigorously. The pulse spread to encompass his whole body and concentrated itself in his groin. It was erotic, the heat and light paralysing his figure as it fell to the soft grass below. He knew no fear, saw swirling coloured stars, and felt his pulse white hot, screaming for release.
The black-winged boy who had been watching Heero intently fluttered over to the moaning, prone form now laying face down on the grass. He bent over him, removing the green tank top which prickled his hands with the static energy it had accumulatd from the contact with the Japanese boy's skin.
Duo drew both hands back and did not hesitate as he plunged them into Heero's shoulderblades, tearing the flesh down to the bones. At this, the Wing pilot groaned loudly in pleasure and clenched tufts of velvet grass in his fists, arching his back and moaning.
Duo jumped quickly back, withdrawing his fingers, which were covered in sticky bloody tendons and skin. He watched, fascinated as the tears he'd made widened and stretched to make way for the jointed bones that shot at deadly speed from them. Stretching out and up, the white of the bones was quickly erased and replaced by tendons and musculature that slid from the tears in the boy's back along his bones. Lastly a glittering, shining wave of silvery-white feathers silently covered the muscles.

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Heero abruptly sat up snapping his eyes open, shaking Duo's snoring figure awake. He could see the clearing, the moon and the lake with eerie clarity. He could also feel the air shifting and twitching, Duo's heat and his own, and even the presence of little forest creatures all around.
"Duo, wake up!" he breathed, the vibrations of the tiny sound streaming everywhere in flashes of yellow.
"Huh, what is it?" Duo heard the concern in the other boy's voice, but did not bother to move.
"Duo, get up baka!" Heero practically shouted- very unlike him to get so excited- at the Shinigami pilot.
Duo slowly shifted, then shot up and away from Heero as he saw the Japanese boy; two huge whit wings arched upwards, cobalt eyes glittering deeply in the moonlight.
"Omigod, its real…" he trailed, now standing several meters away shivering violently. Heero stood up, unaccustomed to the weight of the wings on his back. He twirled in a full circle trying to see behind him, not realising how stupid that looked.
Duo burst into nervous laughter at the sight of the angel with the huge wings spinning around in confusion. They both stood there for a few minutes, Duo giggling between nervous shivers, Heero twisting about, trying to understand.
Finally Duo clenched his teeth, focing himself to stop shivering. He took a breath and calmed somewhat, asking nervously, " Heero, c-could I, you know, could I touch them?"
He looked hopefully upwards, catching the deep orbs of cobalt, nearly loosing himself in their mirth. Heero replied in a shaky voice.
"Um, I guess. What is this Duo? I-I had a dream and…" The white-winged boy appeared a lost, innocent child, confused and worried, chewing at his lower lip, glancing up shyly, trying to look small and inoffensive before his friend.
"Its OK Heero," Duo said seriously. He padded over to the winged pilot and did not hesitate as he draped both arms over him, pulling himself close to the angelic vision his friend had become. He felt like the Japanese boy's protector, as if Heero really were the child he seemed to be.
Heero reeled in sensation as he felt Duo against him, brining so much life and open understanding. He could feel Duo's bewildered awe as well as his heartbeat, floating into him as if sent. This comforted him, it was like absorbing some of Duo's strength. The braided one was open to him, seemingly sending comforting vibrations, an extension of the emotional person that lived beyond the grinning façade.
"Heero, its Ok," Duo repeated releasing him and grinning cheekily, "Actually, its pretty cool. What can you do with them?" he ventured, a maniacal expression threatening to break onto his face. Heero was in mild shock, as he just couldn't understand how he'd spontaneously grown wings in his sleep.
"I don't know," he stated factually.
"Well try and move 'em!" Duo's face lost the battle with sanity and slipped easily into a wild, mischeivious state.
Heero closed his eyes and stood very still. He concentrated on how the wings felt. It was just like arms or legs only bigger, and with a different range of movement. He started by stretching them to their full combined length, twenty feet. He could feel his back chest and shoulder muscles flex, and got a satisfying 'crack' as he used the new tendons in his wings. He bent them, encircling himself completely warming away the chill that the cool lake air had left on his naked form with silky feathers. Releasing himself, he folded his wings instinctively on his back. He opened his eyes to see Duo watching him contentedly. The Deathscythe pilot smiled at him.
"That's awsome, you look like and angel. Whats it feel like?" he inquired, walking up to stroke the silky white feathers with his fingers. Heero felt his friend's hand like a person would feel someone running fingers through their hair. It was a comforting feeling.
"Well, it is pretty cool," he admitted smiling slightly, "Its like having a really long pair of extra arms."
He unfolded one wing and scooped Duo towards him, encircling both of them in soft down warmth.
"See?"
He kissed Duo softly, holding him with both arms and wings, trying to communicate something of what he felt to the other pilot.
Duo melted into the kiss, slipping his tongue into Heero's waiting mouth. The winged one pulled the even more tightly together and closed his eyes, drinking in Duo's warmth against his form.
The braided boy felt a wave of serene calm and happiness wash through him from Heero. He broke the kiss and looked into his angel's eyes
"How did you do that?" Duo smiled up at him.
"Do what?" Heero asked.
"Well you kind of threw some warm, happy feelings at me and I felt them. Can you do it again?"
Duo felt Heero's surprise and confusion as he withdrew his and folded them once again onto his back. "I don't know," he admitted, " I was trying to let you feel what I'm feeling, let me try it again."
Heero concentrated all his conscious efforts on the ecitement and energy that he felt. It was a big, almost lazy feeling, like a predator that is calm, but powerful at the same time. This he sent flowing into Duo, trying to fill the long-haired pilot with the same security he felt.
Duo who was only inches away from Heero hugging himself from the cold straightened up and his arms to his sides.
"Hey I'm not even cold anymore! I feel like, I dunno, like a big panther or something. This is really amazing, Heero." Duo smiled broadly, it was a genuine smile, from the heart. The plastic mask that the Deathscythe pilot usually wore was gone.
"Duo, I can feel you too. This is the first time I've ever really seen you smile," Heero said softly, taking Duo in his arms.
"You're so beautiful, like an angel. Duo no tenshi desu." (Duo is my angel)
Occupying his lips with Duo's, the white-winged boy used one wing to gently stroke his long loose hair from his face, wrapping him in strong arms and silky white feathers for a soft, loving kiss.
The moon was close to setting, and the faintest grey of dawn threatened in the east.
"Duo, morning's coming, people are going to see me, what should I do?" Heero suddenly asked, concerned.
"Well, You can't walk around school wearing wings and a smile," Duo laughed as he retrieved Heero's jeans from the grass. "Hey, where's your tank top? And boxers?"
Heero grinned, " I think it was you who oh-so-passionately tossed them away. Now what do I wear?"
"Dunno, maybe I can find 'em, K?" Duo rooted through the grass retrieving the boxers, but he couldn't find the top. "Heero, its just not here, sorry. Well, if it makes you feel any better, you couldn't wear it anyway with the wings and all. Besides, I like you better without it."
Duo returned with the shorts which the winged pilot pulled on, followed by the faded jeans. The image of a winged angel weraing faded denim with tousled, dark hair and deep, cobalt eyes was too much for Duo, who sat down heavily in the grass and just stared.
"Very sexy…" he mumbled, "You're the one who's beautiful, Heero," he continued more audibly, steepling his fingers under his chin and smiling.
Heero went over to Duo and pulled him to his feet using his wings for balance.
"Duo, we have to figure this out," he stated, returning momentarily to his former personna. "There's no way we can go to school, well you can, but no one can see me like this. I guess I'll stay here for today, maybe see what I can do with these," he said, gesturing with his wings, " I think I can make them go away, I just have to figure out how."
Duo nodded," I'll tell anyone that asks that you went on a mission and that I don't know when you'll be back. Speaking of missions, what about ours with Relena?"
"Shit. We have to go to her estate in some remote little country I've never been to. I think we are gonna be guarding it from 'evildoers' while she goes off to the colonies for however long. There weren't really any specifications, but that's pretty much what I got from it. We leave in two days."
"Heero, you know she just wants to see you, right? She could hire guards or whatever, she just wants to have you around. When we leave, she'll probably have recorded every move you made and dusted for keepsake fingerprints or something. I'm telling you, she's obsessive! Maybe she doesn't like angels, and we can get her to leave you alone now. Wouldn't that be great? Anyways she think about-"
"Duo," Heero interupted, "I'm not an angel, and maybe she's obsessive, but we need her for peace, so we have to help her. At least you get to come to."
"Oh sure! Pick now to become Mr. Optimistism!"
Duo crossed his arms dramatically and pouted. Heero knew that the braided boy was only kidding, exaggerating the point, simply because he knew how much they both hated the psychotic Peacecraft girl. However, there was something else in the emotion he picked up from his companion.
"Duo, are you jealous of her?"
"Maybe just a little…" Duo was clearly embarrassed.
"Why?"
/Well see how she calls and you rush off to see her like a good little puppy?/ Duo thought sarcastically, /You'd never do that for me!/
"Dunno," he said instead.
"I heard that," Heero replied.
"Heard what?" the shorter looked up in confusion.
"What you just said,"
"But I didn't say anything!" he insisted vehemently.
"Yes you did, you said that I go to her like a little dog on command, and that I'd never do it for you." Heero shifted the feathery white eing s uncomfortably.
"I didn't say that, Heero. I thought it! Great, now you're in my head. Can you 'hear' what I'm thinking right now?" Duo looked at him, violet peircing cobalt.
"No, only when you want me to, I think. Try thinking something 'at' me."
"Ok,"
{Uh, hey can you hear this? It'd be cool if you could. Try sending me something!}
"Yeah, I heard you, now I'll try,"
{Duo, Relena is evil, don't you agree?}
"She certainly is," Duo snickered, "This is cool, how far do you think it works?"
{I don't know, but its comfortable to use. I guess I can say anything in my mind, but when I speak it never comes out right. This is easier.}
"Yeah, so what time is it? Do you have a watch?"
{Its 6:00AM, you should get back or you'll be late for class, 'cause you always take so long in the shower.}
{Ok, lets keep the telepathy thing up until you can't hear me anymore, then we'll find out the range,} Duo 'pathed as he began to go, {I'll come back as soon as I can, should be around lunch, 'cause you'll be hungry. And I promise not to tell anybody, just don't get seen, K? Oh, before I go…}
Duo turned and trotted back towards Heero, giving him a tight hug and a strong, lusty kiss.
"I'll miss you tenshi-chan," He flashed a broad grin and batted his eyes as he stepped back into the forrested path leading to the road.
{Teshi-chan?} Heero asked, {Tenshi-chan!?!? he repeated more boldly, {You have got to be kidding, and I'm not an angel! Can you even hear me Duo?}
{Loud and clear!} came the reply. Heero heard the happiness in the Shinigami pilot's voice.

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Duo left and returned to the dorm, surprisingly the telepathy reached that far between them, so Heero could feel a little piece of Duo soothing his mind throughout the course of the day.
/Ok,/ Heero thought to himself, /Gotta test these things out, I bet I could fly, their huge!/
The sun sparkled down onto the lake and dried the dew from the grass around it. Little flowerss kissed the light with buttery lips and sweet honey frangrances, perking up in little bursts of yellow and pink.
Heero stretched enthusiastically and flapped the snowy white spread of feathers. They governed his movements as they were much bigger than his body, each powerful stroke beat at the grrenery at his feet.
He repeated the movements, altering directions and speeds. He found that he could pivot in a circle, and catch himself from falling to the earth. They were very flexible and had great endurance.
Prepared to attempt flight, the short-haired pilot climbed a tall pile of rocks, mostly limestone, until he was roughly four meters above the edje of the lake's surface. Peering over the clear water, he saw tiny fishes milling about the weeds at the bottom, nibbling algea and small insects.
With a running start, Heero dove head first into the air, thrusting downwards forcefully with his wings. They caught the thermals rising off the warm water and he was pushed upwards, his stomach sining giddily.
He sucked in a breath, flapping erratically for a few moments, then leveled out in a more controlled flight.
/This is amazing…/

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Duo was sitting in Science class doodling idly in the margin of his notebook. The teacher Mr. Cherokee (Mr. Cheeky behind his back), was rambling on about the principles of motion or something equally boring. The American was about to nod off to sleep when Heero's voice boomed into his head.
{DUO!} came the cry, and the braided pilot jumped three feet, suddenly looking around him for the source of the ecited, energetic tone. He didn't even recognize it as Heero's until the puzzled looks of his classmates registered.
"Scary dream Mr. Maxwell?" the class rippled with laughter as Mr. Cheeky addressed him with sarcasm. Duo slipped on the clown mask and grinned maniacly.
"Yes sir! I could tell you all about it, then maybe I'd feel better. Well it all started in Mr Cheeky's, I mean Mr. Cherokee's science class and-"
"Duo, that's quite enough, sit down or I'll see you at lunch," he said sternly, dropping the sarcasm.
"Ok sir," Duo replied cheerfully, making as much noise as possible sitting down, dropping his pen, then rustling pages, finding something that satisfied him and finally settling to play with his braid.
As the class proceeded, he 'pathed to Heero, pretending to pay attention.
{Heero, what is it? Yous startled the shit out of me, are you Ok?}
{Ok? I'm great!} came the bright reply, {Duo, I did it, I'm flying! This is the most amazing thing I've ever done! Its nothing like flying Wing, its so cool!}
Duo, who'd never even knew Heero knew words like 'cool' was ecstatic.
{That's awesome Heero, I'll be there as soon as I can, whaddy'a want for lunch, you must be hungry. I have to see this!}
Duo hurriedly excused himself from class, escape artist extrordinaire, and ran to the caf, picked up some food for a picnic, and was out of school in a hurry of black and braid.
It took him fifteen or twenty minutes of quick walking to make it to the lake, but Heero wasn't anywhere to be seen. He set down the bag of food he'd been carrying and cupped his hands to his mouth.
"Heero?" he called out loud, looking across the lake and over the clearing, but seeing no one. When no answer came, the long-haired pilot reached out for the Japanese boy with his mind.
{Heero? Where are you?} he called, {I'm by the lake, but I don't see you anywhere!}
Moments later, Duo heard Heero's psychic voice calling back to him, {Hey Duo, don't worry, I'm here. Look across the lake to the south, and up, like above the treeline. I should be there in a few seconds.}
Duo watched and gasped audibly as a pair of huge wings lifted over the treetops and came towards him barely moving, rather soaring over the air as a fish to water. He watched watched stunned as the figure drew closer and finally passed high over his head, drifting downwards in a lazy circle. Both legs were stretched out behind, and both arms splayed sideways. The angel's hair was pushed out of his face by the wind, and Duo could see cobalt sparkle brightly in the glinting sunlight.

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Heero flew over the lake, watching his reflection follow him. He drifted above Duo, reluctant to bring his expedition to an end. He liked being in the air, having the Earth drop away from him, soaring freely and seeing for miles around. Ht was the most wonderful, most amazing thing he'd ever done. He'd spent the last few hours just soaring, diving and landind, and learning new techniques. He found it child's play to carry heavy things for fairly long distances, and figured that carrying another person would be easy.
Swooping low, he flew at Duo, calling for him to raise his arms.
{I swear, you'll be fine, trust me Duo!}
{Ok, but only cuase its you, Hee-chan,} Duo answered, lifting his arms in the air and turning his back to the oncoming pilot, who caught his hands and easily swept him off his feet.
It wasn't such a good idea.
{Owwwww! You're pulling my arms off!}
Heero grinned down towards Duo as he began to go over the lake. Duo's eyes bugged out in knowing anticipation.
{No, Heero! Pleeease don't drop me in the water!}
{Duo, I wouldn't, I'm gonna swing you onto my back on three.}
{Well-}
{One, two, three!} Heero whipped the braided pilot forwards so that he swung over his head and onto the winged boy's back.
From his position stretched out along Heero's back, Duo could peer over the Japanese pilot's shoulder and whisper into his ear. Instead he shouted.
"This is so cool!" he planted a few enthusiastic, thankful little kisses on Heero's neck.
{I know, I know, but don't move around so much, I get unbalanced, and I really don't want to drop you Duo.}
"Sorry Hee-chan, I'll be good, actually, this is kind of relaxing."
{No, I was just sending you some peaceful/relaxed feelings so it'd be easier not to fidget. Is that Ok?}
"Yeah, where are we going?"
{Well I was flying around, and I found a place that looks exactly like somewhere that I visited in a dream. I thought I'd take you there.}
The next few minutes were silent, and despite the view, Duo actually fell into a light sleep listening to the wind rustling, Heero's heartbeat and the geltle beating of his wings.

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Heero noticed that Duo's presence in his mind had receded somewhat and that the Shinigami pilot's breathing had slowed and deepened.
/Well, I don't want to wake him, so I'll just glide around for awhile. I wonder what he's dreaming about…/

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Duo was back in the dream, riding inWing Zero's hands, crying and shaking and feeling very sick and cold. All he could sense was alone. Inside his chest a dark shadow was squirming, writhing, trying to get out. It made him want to tear his stomach open and wrench the offending thing away, but at the same time he knew that he couldn't. It was a part of him, and sometimes even gave hi erotic, pleasurable sensations, Still, he had a certain discomfort, perhaps just misunderstanding, with the darkness that lived in his heart.
The shadow pulsed and wriggled, making him feel as if he were on the edge of an orgasm that would never come. Only some outside influence could push him over the edge. He had to be able to openly accept it. The only saviour he saw was the angel piloting the mech in whose hands he was crouched.
These hopeful musings brought Duo comfort, and he willed away the tears deciding to help Heero to find himself, and in turn, helpconfront his own personal darkness.
Landing in a meadow by a sparkly clean stream, Wing let Duo down and Heero hopped out with a warning of, "Don't run away, I'm coming out, you're in the middle of a forest, so don't bother running away there's nowhere to go."
His voice was tired and sarcastic as if he were speaking to a small child and had little patience. Heero jumped down and pointed a handgun in Duo's direction. Realising that Heero had no idea he'd rescued another Gundam pilot, Duo grew hysterical knowing the Japanese boy's nature; shoot first, ask questions later. It just never occurred to him in his panic to simply reveal his identity.
"Please don't kill me!" he squeaked, hugging himself and shivering all over. The sun beat on his back and the meadow was very warm, but he felt the shadow consuming him, threatening to escape at any moment. Duo knew he should let it out, he always felt better when he did, but he was afraid of the consequences. Untamed power combined with strong emotion and much confusion were not a good combination, and the braided American did not want to hurt Heero.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I said. I'm just being cautious," he announced sternly, withdrawing his weapon. His eyes blazed into Duo's, who only looked up long enough to glimpse the Japanese boy before he quickly shot his gaze to the velvety grass at his bare feet.
He really shouldn't be here, alone, with Heero…
The passion stirred in him, and he almost shivered physically from its build. It wanted out.
But, but what about the danger? This boy in front of him, this perfect soldier, peace angel, whatever you call him, was so fragile. Duo could feel that coming from him, although Heero didn't know it, he was very breakable, not at all as tough as he seemed. Instead he was rather confused, and the confusion led to anger.
"Who are you and why were you on that battlefield?" Heero's dry tone interrupted the Shinigami pilot's thoughts and he sank back into the reality of his stupidity. Of all the ways to die, why there? And why at all? Now he could see the cowardess in suicide, even though only moments before it was the only option for him.
Stupid.
What was he thinking?
Duo broke down in tears, sinking to the earth he mumbled, " I was trying to die…" in a pitiful tone and shuddered harder when he thought of what the Japanese boy would think of him now.
Stupid!
Heero crouched and put his arms over Duo's shoulders. Duo looked up at him and then burried his head on Heero's chest, sobbing. Heero suddenly stiffened and held the sniffling boy at arms leanght, peering into his eyes.
"Duo?!" he exclaimed, obviously shocked, "What are you doing like this?"
He moved to pull him back into the embrace, but Duo couldn't stand it anymore.
The shadowy presence was so white hot with the emotion and the attraction and the shame that he was going through, that he threw Heero's hands away and screamed at him and at the shadow, which was presently vibrating and caressing every part of his body from the inside.
It was… disconcerting.
"Don't touch me!"
Heero calmy withdrew, but persisted, " Duo…"
"I said don't! Please Heero, I don't know whats happening to me, I don't want to hurt you too, Ok?"
Duo watched as Heero's eyes wandered over him and finally met his own. He could feel the concern in the short-haired boy's gaze, but the shadow wouldn't give him the opportunity to search further.
It began to seep from him through hid eyes. He knew that Heero would see his pupils dialate to an insane size, but it didn't matter as he planned, now, to show him everything.
If he was to help Heero out of his shell, he would have to be honest about himself. That meant everything.
Heero barked at him in a very stern tone. It was one he only used when confused of upset, as a way of avoiding emotional expression.
"Duo, calm down! Come on, you're a gundam pilot, you're my friend and you're above this, now stop crying and stand up!" Then Heero grabbed Duo's arm and unforgivingly pulled him to his feet.
At his words and his gesture, Duo's heart jumped into his throat. Heero had said they were friends! And he was worried! Wow. This was a big step that he'd taken all by himself, without even being asked.
The Shinigami pilot could contain himself no longer. He absolutely had to be free. Stuffing himself all inside had been giving him schizophrenia, not healthy, and Heero'd have to understand.
Hopefully he would, but Duo wasn't about to ease his tension just yet, just seeing Heero like this let out so much of his humanity.
Thinking all of this in a split second, Duo backed out of Heero's grip and pulled off his shirt. Usng his most frusterated, explosive tone, he looked the Japanese boy in the eye and spat, " No, Heero, you stop! You don't have a clue whats going on, Ok?"
He then closed his eyes and concentrated on letting his shadowy power out without hurting his friend.
He heard Heero say his name softly as a rushing filled his ears and a wave of pleasure washed over his body.
"Aaaahh," he yelped and jumped a little as he finally freed the massive black wings that were his own. He could do anything with those wings and in this state.
Eyes wide, ears perked up, nose and mouth sampling the air…
But mostly all Duo could feel was ecstasy. He saw stars. Wave after wave of heated pleasure washed through him. He could feel the familiar crawl of his black robe igniting blissful erotic fire wherever it grazed over his skin, and his mind expanded, touching Heero's and grasping at the simpler minds of animals around them.
Duo became very serene and calm, the eros dying down and leaving a big, safe kind of feeling.
"There, now what do you have to say about that?!"
He looked into Heeor's eyes, trying to communicate the calm he felt.
It wasn't working very well, Heero was Having a cow!
"Duo? Duo! Duo…"
{DUO!}

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