Notes: w00t!! I finally have a plot! AHAHA I told you I'd think of something Vee-chan! OK I forgot a disclaimer last time so here it is now.
Disclaimer:
Duo: Weeeeeeeeeeee sugar high!
Raven: Gackt! Duo, you're supposed to be doing the disclaimer, not eating sugar cookies!
Duo: O_o; Oops, gomen ne Raven-chan? *coughs* Raven-chan does not own Gundam Wing or the lyrics to the song 'If You're Not The One' by Daniel Bedingfield… can I go back to eating cookies now?
Raven: *groans* Go ahead.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
They pulled away at the same time, taking deep breaths. Duo felt his eyes fill with happy tears and Heero's face blurred before him.
Heero pulled Duo over to him and Duo was appreciative as it hid his tears from the other boy.
"What happens now?" Heero asked quietly, "I don't think our friends will understand."
Duo looked up, "Of course they would! Didn't you know about Trowa and Quatre?"
Heero blinked, "Trowa and Quatre?"
"They're lovers," Duo informed him.
Heero looked startled. He never knew about this! Why didn't anyone tell him? He gave Duo a curious glance. He'd called them lovers… did that mean? It did! Did Duo want him to…?
"Duo…"
"Hmm?"
"Are we going to keep standing in the doorway or are you going to come in?"
Duo laughed, it sounded rich and full of life to Heero as it floated into his ears. They moved inside and Heero pushed the door shut. He turned around and noticed Duo staring at the half-eaten sandwich and full cup of coffee.
"I was distracted," he offered.
Duo smiled, "Well as long as it's not my culinary skills, I don't mind."
Heero sat beside him on his bed. They looked at each other then away and blushed.
"I'm glad…" Duo trailed off.
"Glad?"
"That you kissed back… I thought you might punch me in the face instead."
Heero blinked and blushed harder, realising that if it had been anyone else, he probably would have done exactly that. Duo knew him too well.
"I would never do that to you… unless you deserved it," Heero chuckled softly.
"Do you… like me the right way?" Duo inquired.
"I dunno, what's the right way?" Heero countered.
Duo sighed and flopped backwards on the bed, arms behind his head. He thought of his own question and Heero's. What WAS the right way? He was sure that it was considered inappropriate to like the same gender… but that never stopped Quatre and Trowa.
"We'll have to find out."
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
A message came through on Heero's laptop. The informant was now in the designated area and Heero and Duo were to go meet them and get the required information to continue with their mission.
Duo couldn't understand why they didn't do an untraceable hack to send them the information, but Heero explained that there would be absolutely no way for anyone else to find out if there was no recorded data.
The pair dressed up in their disguises, Heero in a tailored business suit and Duo in… well… a dress.
"I don't see why I always have to be the girl," Duo grumbled.
Heero smirked, "It's because of your hair you baka. Maybe if you got it cut short then maybe you wouldn't always get nominated for it."
Duo snort and undid his braid. Heero watched in awe as the silky chestnut hair spilled down his now-lover's back. He longed to reach out and feel it, but he ignored his feelings and concentrated on the mission.
"What'sa matter Heero?" Duo asked, noticing the strained look on the Japanese pilot's face.
Heero blinked and replied with a 'hn'. He turned and grabbed the briefcase that was his prop. It also served as a place to store his laptop and a few other interesting gadgets that could aide them if the informant turned out to be an OZ spy.
Duo followed him outside and down the stairs of the safe house. They got into their loaned car and Heero, being the only one with a driver's licence, pulled out of the driveway.
"Heero…" Duo said into the silence of the car.
"Hai?" Heero inquired softly, eyes never straying from the road.
"Do you think they'll know?"
"Know what?"
"About us…" Duo looked at him with a worried expression.
"Who'll know?" Heero asked.
"I dunno… everyone."
"Everyone…?"
"Yeah like Wufei and Quatre and Trowa and J and O and Trieze and-"
Heero cut off Duo's rambling, "So what if they know. It's not their lives, why should they give a flying fuck what we do?"
Duo was momentarily stunned into silence. He recovered much too quickly for Heero's liking and started again.
"What if they think of us differently? Like when Trowa and Quatre got together… how Wufei went on raving about how injustice it is that people today can't stick to the right gender and that they should…" Duo trailed off not wanting to say it.
"Well Trowa and Quatre won't care for one," Heero pointed out, trying to reassure the American boy.
"I suppose… but Wufei… he won't like it. I quite think he's homophobic."
"Hmm…"
Duo blinked sharply, "Then you agree with me?"
"Hai."
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
Heero pulled up outside a dingy looking hotel. Duo looked at it with distaste.
"Is this it?"
"Hai," Heero nodded and got out of the car, taking his briefcase and locking the driver's side door after him. He walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door for Duo as he was posing as Heero's wife.
"Thanks."
"Hn. Just get a move on."
"Sheesh, I know you want to get me into bed, but give me a minute to pick myself around this god-awful dress," Duo joked, but Heero gave him a slightly embarrassed look and the Deathscythe pilot knew he hit a cord.
"You're supposed to be a lady, so act like one," Heero grumbled and stalked ahead of Duo before he could notice that his face was turning red.
"Some husband you are. You're not even waiting for your wife!" Duo yelled and ran across the cement drive to catch up with Heero.