Solo yawned as he walked into the kitchen, feeling incredibly lazy. The
bathroom was clean. Duo was busy, so not bothering him. And his stomach was
growling. 'Good combination.' Solo swung open the refrigerator door and
began to stalk his lunch. Unfortunately, the mission was almost over for
the pilots, and there was barely any food left in the entire house.
"PB & J it is." Solo grabbed his ingredients, a plate, and set to the task of cooking, or as close to cooking as he would ever get. His sensitive ears picked up a few strange banging noises from the bathroom. Then the sound of a few bottles falling. The blonde couldn't hold back his laughing at the string of curses coming from his second in command. "Wow, that kid still curses like a sailor."
An amused grin flashed across his face, and all the tension flowed out of him. But it came rushing back in a tide when his eyes fell on something on the counter. A small blade was lying there, it could have been mistaken for a kitchen knife if the watcher was an amateur. He picked it up and examined it closely. The blade was smooth and silver, about five inches long. The hilt was black, and very simple. Out of curiosity, Solo turned over the blade to look at the bottom of the handle. There was nothing there.
Solo sighed as he put the foreign weapon back where he found it. 'It probably belongs to one of the other assassins in the house, wouldn't want em to be pissed at me for movin it.'
He tried to take his mind off the memories that the small trinket had brought back, but he couldn't. The bread under his fingers was beginning to feel his wrath as he pressed the peanut butter on it hard enough to flatten it. His stomach was focused on the sandwich, but his mind was years away.
///////////////////////////////////Solo/////////////////////////////////////
People on the street are staring at me. Oh well, they can all go to hell for all I care. It's a beautiful day, the artificial sun is shining, the recycled air is sweet. Man, I wish I were really on earth, not this dying colony.
One of the kids of L2 looks at me through a mass of red hair. A sneaking suspicion is in his face. A few more little ones hide behind him, they're even smaller. Ah ha, a leader of a gang. I smirk at him but continue to whistle as I walk along. One of the kids snickers and laughs happily. Curiosity always got the better of me, as I turn around and put my hands in my trench coat pockets.
"What's so funny there little girl?" The girl is short, the shortest in the group. Her hair is short and black as the shadows she hangs around in. But her smile was bright and she looked confident. A natural. Her gang is just like mine used to be.
"Well guy," she pauses and snickers but the rest of her friends look uncomfortable.
"Out with it, don't fret kid, I ain't gonna hurt ya or anything."
"You've got something sticken out your coat." She pointed her little hands in between my legs. I bend over, and sure enough, a few white feathers are poking their way out of my buttoned up coat.
"Oh, uh, don't mind those." I smile and wink at her. Her eyes light up and I'm sure I know what she thinks I am. Sorry kid, no angels walking down this street today. I continue my journey in pleasant silence, thinking about the lives those kids will have to go through. Most of them will be dead by the end of the winter. Poor guys.
The street is pretty crowded, just like the rest of this horrible colony. At least people are healthier now, the plague is completely gone. Course, took the best of us with it. I wonder what people see when they look at me, they sure as anything don't think I'm contemplating my death. My first death that is.
Ah ha. Here we go. I stop in front of a fifteen foot barbed wire fence. Beyond it, there is a small training building. It belongs to some of the rebels. I hate them. My sharp eyes pick up a bit of movement, and I continue walking. No point in drawing attention to myself....yet. Yep, three of them. Soldiers, running their laps for the day. They all look about 20 or so. Big guys too. Oh well, I'm faster, and ain't nobody getting between me and the kid this time.
Indecision creaps up the back of my neck. What if he hates me? He thinks I'm dead, and now I just show up, again. Sooner or later he's gonna get tired of me always dying, leaving, then showing up again.
The sun is beginning to beat down on my back. This damn leather coat is hot. And the feathers aren't helping either. Argh, they're so itchy. It's really annoying having these things, they better go away now that I'm back around the short one again.
The second that no one's looking, I scale the fence and leap over the wires. The thump of my feet on the grass is reassuring. I am the best. A quick victory smirk and I take off for the back of the complex. The door looks complex, but I can crack it. A twist there, turn this that way, and, ta-da, the lock has been picked. Once the door is gently swung open, I step into the dark cool room.
This is apparently a storage room, boxes are piled to the ceiling. My eyes adjust, and I can see another door on the other side of the room. There is light coming from under it, it must lead to a hallway. Take a deep breath Solo, and be ready, you are in a military place.
Slow, quiet footsteps lead me down the hallway. It's dimly lit and pretty grungy. This must be one of the less funded places. For the first time today, I'm thankful for my dark coat. It compliments my thief talents very nicely. Uh oh, person.
The two guards continue chatting and walking down the hallway, past the hallway I dove into. Phew, a little too close for comfort.
"DUO!!"
I jump at the sound of someone very close yelling very loudly. Well, at least the kids easy to find. I sneak down my escape route hallway and peak around the corner. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of a huge hangar. Pieces of mobile suits are thrown around everywhere. A few Leos are actually in one piece standing near the large door. Mechanics walk by, doing miscellaneous jobs. My eyes are immediately drawn to a small person, dressed in a black priest outfit.
"Duo." I whisper. Or, Ciaran, as I knew him. He seems to be looking around for someone. At his feet are a few metal chunks which look as if they should go together. Hm. He looks...good. He got a few more inches, but so did I. He's still keeping his hair in that silly braid, but oh well, there's no convincing him any other way.
"DUO! WHAT HAVE YOU BROKEN THIS TIME!?!?" A very odd looking man walks out from behind Duo. He seems to come right out of the shadows. Hahaha, that man has a mushroom for a head! Wonder who he is?
"I swear G, it was like this when I found it. I picked it up, and it fell apart on me."
"Duo, you need more training. And now you need to fix that converter if you don't want to be thrown out on the streets where I found you."
I bristle at the old man's comment. I'm sure Duo would always be happier on the streets. It's where he belongs, with me. Woah, where'd that come from. After all, I'm the one who always leaves. Still, he doesn't deserve to be yelled at by some crack in a white coat. How'd he land himself in this mess anyway. Hmm, better make a big entrance, but not in public. Now how to do that.
Duo grumbled from across the hangar as he fixed the device right in the middle of the floor where he was. That's my kid, anything anywhere, he's can adjust to anything. Man that look on his face is so.... Okay, this is getting out of hand. I know I'm bi, but I can't start having these thoughts about Duo. He's 14, I'm 16. Plus, he seems to be part of something important here, I'm not getting in the way again.
Something moves, and my eyes catch the slight change. Duo is setting cross legged and bent over to pick up a piece of metal. As he did, a small bulge formed on his back. It could be mistaken by anyone else as his shoulders or maybe his spine. But I know better, mine showed up weeks ago, but it took me this long to track him down. I bet his came about the same time. Poor kid. Must be really uncomfortable trying to hide em under that priest outfit.
With a sigh, I pick up my duffel bag which had been sitting on the ground next to me and begin to sneak around again. Before long, I find a nice closet, kinda like a janitor's closet and decide to hide out in here for a while. Nice little room, got a window facin' the hallway and everything.
The rest of my time in the closet is spent doing nothing, or sifting through my small amount of belongings, looking for something to keep me occupied. With another sigh, which I seem to be doing a lot lately, I pick up my knife and begin to examine it. It's a nice blade, I stole it from the corpse of a guy who had decided to get fresh with the wrong kid. I smile widely in the closet, reveling in the bloodshed I knew I could create.
In the dim light of the single bulb overhead, I notice something on the very bottom of the blade's handle. Someone carved two letters into it. J and S. Hm. Must have been the guy's initials. Maybe I can scratch them out somehow, but with what? I pause as a noise outside catches my attention.
I peer through the nasty, dusty window and see my guy walk by. He still bounces in his step. I can see his eyes from here. Those beautiful violet eyes. Man, he is so hot.
I pause, he walks farther down the corridor and opens a random door to toss something inside. He turns around and waves to someone in the hangar before running back to it. I smirk, here's a good chance to make an entrance. As soon as he's all the way down the hall, I slip silently out of the closet and sprint to the door he just opened. Praying it's his room, I dart in, quietly closing the door behind me.
Jeez, and I thought the kid was messy on the streets. It's obviously his room, clothes strewn about, stuff laying everywhere, and a lot of random blood. I don't see too many sources of light except a small lamp on a nightstand and the moonlight coming through the small window. Fitting for him of course.
My eyes are drawn to the large stain on his bed. Even in the dim light, I can see the definite color of dried blood. Well, that answers my question as to whether or not he's got these same annoying wings. I wonder if anyone else would wander in here like I did, man, this coat is chaffin me. But I guess it's not worth risking.
How can there be no bathroom, or closet, or somewhere where I can hide for a while. Shorty better hurry it up, I'm gettin bored already. The duffel bag on my shoulder is getting heavy and burdensome. Ah ha, under the bed with you. I smirk as I stretch out on Duo's not exactly comfortable mattress. Oh well, beggars and thieves can't be choosers.
It's a little uncomfortable laying on these wings, but I guess I have to deal with it. Slowly my eyes begin to slide shut, oh hell, a five minute nap can't hurt.
* * * *
My eyes are open. There are soft footsteps outside. Oops, that nap took longer than I thought. Sitting up slowly, I lean back. I'm propped up on my hands, this way, if I need to, I can vault myself at whoever is coming in the room. Assuming it ain't the kid I'm looking for.
The door slowly opens. Not like the person realizes I'm here, more that they are tired, or just not aware of how slow they're going. The body steps inside, and I relax. That face and that hair, and now that outfit are unmistakable. My Ciaran's back.
His eyes widen and his jaw hangs open when his eyes find me in the darkness.
"Hey kid, long time no see." I smirk at him, he doesn't look scared of me, that's a bonus. Slowly, he narrows his eyes and squints at me, like he doesn't believe what he's seeing. Not that I can blame him much, I just came back from the dead, again. I hope this doesn't become a habit.
He slowly walks forward, and a smile spreads across his face as he realizes that I really am here and alive. I grin at him. Then, all of a sudden, there's a flying person coming at me.
"Hey, watch it!" I laugh as a bounding Duo lands on my lap and glomps me. His arms around me, and him straddling me is almost too much. Self control, Solo, just a little self control. I hug him back and feel the protrusion of his wings. His body tenses and he pulls away.
"How are you still alive?" I can't help but feel depressed, the poor kid thought I was dead. I ruined his life and broke his heart.
"I got out of the church before they..." I still can't bring myself to say it and my words stop. They seem to disappear into thin air before I even speak them.
"I understand. So, there were two survivors. Huh, that changes my perspective a bit." He looks tired, and sad for a moment, his eyes downcast. But with a sigh, he looks back at me and the happy kid I used to know takes over again.
"So where ya been hiding all this time?" He rolls off of me and sits next to me on the mattress. He looks so hot like that, sitting with his legs crossed and his braid hanging down over his shoulder.
"Well, wandering around. Nothing new there, and trying to track you down!" A punch to the side and I laugh at him. "For crying out loud shorty, it was almost impossible to find ya this time."
"Hahaha, that's what I get for joining up with this crack pot bunch of military guys."
"Hey, is anybody gonna be able to come in this room?" He shrugs an eye at my question and looks suspicious of me for a minute.
"No, why?"
"Cause the leather jacket is killing me and if I don't spread my wings I'm gonna get stuck this way."
He laughs happily as he locks the only door in or out of the room.
"Bout time!" I slip the jacket off and leave it in a pile on the bed. The shirt I'm wearing, a wifebeater, has been cut down the back so I could fit my wings through it. I stretch them out as far as they will go and hear a few joints pop satisfyingly. The kid just shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest.
"Well shorty, are you gonna stretch out a bit too?" Come on Duo, take that shirt off. I grin, and hope he can't see the lust in my expression.
"Can't, I have to go meet up with G. He wanted to talk to me about something."
I try as hard as I can not to pout. I will get you shirtless, Duo Maxwell, and maybe more if I'm lucky.
"G? Is that a person, place, or letter?"
He just shakes his head and throws me that evil jacket again.
"Person, he runs this place. You should come meet him if you plan on staying here for a while." He sounds hopeful, oh yeah, he so sounds hopeful. Anything for you kid, even if it means putting on that awful thing again. I slip it over my folded wings and follow him out the door. I still feel the need to slink around and hide, but I manage to override my flight response and follow in Duo's steps.
He walks with a step that just screams happy. So much has changed, and yet so little. At least we both fell back into our roles as best friends without too much trouble. He waves to people and smiles shouting hi's to everyone. They all smile back and then shake their head in exasperation. I know the feeling. Dealing with a Duo for long periods of time can mess with your head.
As we round the next corner, I see the shroom headed man up ahead. I wonder if he's this G guy Duo was talking about.
"Heya prof G!" He shouts and walks up till he's standing right in front of the strange little man. I follow, a safe distance away. I don't particularly want to be too obvious.
"G, this is my old best buddy, Solo. He's trust worthy, and he's really good at lots of stuff. He can help out around the hangar. And he can stay with me. Please?"
I still can't get over how he turns so many different questions and subjects into one big sentence.
"Hey." I on the other hand, am not half as talkative to other people. Especially creepy old guys like this one, I don't trust him for some reason. Makes the hairs on my neck stand on end.
"Well, if you put your days work in and don't distract Duo from his training, then you can stay. Duo, fill him in on what you're doing and make sure he understand the consequences of what will happen if he tells anyone about his little operation."
"Of course, in fact, why don't I take him back to my room and explain things right now."
"Fine, just make sure you're ready to do some work later on."
Well I feel left out. And I think my self control just ran away. "You know, you hair looks like a shroom?" The old man's eyes twitches slightly, just enough to give it away that he's angry. Before I realize it, Duo has my wrist in his hand and we're running down the corridors towards his room. Wow, this is so different. Normally I've always been the leader.
By the time we reach his door and run through it, he's laughing as hard as I am. We burst in and slaw the door shut. His eyes are closed, and his head thrown back he's laughing so hard. I wonder how long he's noticed what the hair looked like and how much he wanted to say it to his face.
"Are you insane?!?!" Apparently, he's caught his breath. He grabs me by the shoulders and looks up into my eyes as he speaks. "Professor G shouldn't be messed around with. He can be really dangerous, after all, he's got all the guys on this entire complex at his beckon call."
I can't resist it anymore, him holding onto my shoulders is just a challenge. "I know kid, but you see," I grab his elbows and pull his hands off my shoulders, twisting them in front of him, "I never was very good at avoiding trouble." I whisper into his ear, now that I'm holding his arms crossed in front of him and I'm standing behind him.
My arms are yanked forward, and, to my surprise, Duo flips me over him, until I'm lying on the ground, looking up at him as he's still holding my wrist. Oh yeah, he's gonna pay for that. He grins at me as I struggle to get away, but he stops looking quite so happy when I pull him down to the floor beside me. I pull my arms away from him and stand up, getting into a fighting stance. He does the same and we face off, my back is to the bed and his back is to the door.
A quick lunge, and he has launched himself at me. There's no way even I could dodge from an attack that started so close, so I try to block him as best I can. It doesn't work. Once again, I'm on my back on Duo's hard bed, pressing my wings into the mattress. Using some leverage to my advantage, I throw him off of me and onto the bed beside me. Never one to miss a great opportunity, I roll over on top of him, placing my hands above his shoulders and my knees to the outsides of his knees.
In an attempt to make me lose my balance and fall over, or so he could push me off of him, Duo punches my elbows. They buckle from they're already bent position and my front half falls on top of Duo. Before either of us know what's happening, my face brushes against his, and our lips hit together. Not exactly together, kind of off center, but still. The whole world freezes. We stare at each other, and I pray that he doesn't look grossed out and throws me off of him. Instead, his eyes seem to show the same emotion I feel. Fear, apprehension, excitement, we accidentally tasted a forbidden fruit. I try and prop myself up, but doing so without touching him is impossible.
I move my hands and place them on his shoulders, trying to push myself up. I think I'm blushing, badly, and I hope he doesn't see me. Oops, bad plan. By raising my front half, my lower half got pushed more against him. Well, I think it's definitely safe now to say that we both feel the same way about each other. Hey, he's into it, why am I leaving. I lean down slowly towards him, I want him to always know he's got a way out if he decides he doesn't like this. He does look confused, but not in a bad way. My lips touch his, and I close my eyes. Like everything else, his lips are soft and smooth. He turns his head to make us both more comfortable, and the feel of his lips moving beneath mine is all I've dreamed of for the past year. I slowly open my mouth and press it against his, letting my tongue touch his lips. His body shudders and writhes beneath mine, and I enjoy it. I press my entire body against his, holding him still as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He seems apprehensive at first, then he relaxes and begins to slowly trail his tongue along mine.
I pull away, and look him in the eyes. He looks dazed, I bet that was his first real kiss.
"Okay, so, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that we're both gay." He smiles up at me and looks so hot, and considering my position, I'm amazed that I actually kept a leash on myself this time.
"Well, I don't know, I think I'm pretty bi. There are some fine looking chicks around here."
"Hey, feeling insulted here. You have a fine looking guy underneath you right now."
That pout on his face is the end of it. I can hear my last few threads of self control snapping. One remains however, holding on to dear life.
"Duo...," that's strange, it doesn't sound like my voice anymore. It's too serious, and husky, oh well, "if you want to stop at any time, just tell me, okay?"
He barely lets me finish before he reaches up and pulls me down onto him again.
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"PB & J it is." Solo grabbed his ingredients, a plate, and set to the task of cooking, or as close to cooking as he would ever get. His sensitive ears picked up a few strange banging noises from the bathroom. Then the sound of a few bottles falling. The blonde couldn't hold back his laughing at the string of curses coming from his second in command. "Wow, that kid still curses like a sailor."
An amused grin flashed across his face, and all the tension flowed out of him. But it came rushing back in a tide when his eyes fell on something on the counter. A small blade was lying there, it could have been mistaken for a kitchen knife if the watcher was an amateur. He picked it up and examined it closely. The blade was smooth and silver, about five inches long. The hilt was black, and very simple. Out of curiosity, Solo turned over the blade to look at the bottom of the handle. There was nothing there.
Solo sighed as he put the foreign weapon back where he found it. 'It probably belongs to one of the other assassins in the house, wouldn't want em to be pissed at me for movin it.'
He tried to take his mind off the memories that the small trinket had brought back, but he couldn't. The bread under his fingers was beginning to feel his wrath as he pressed the peanut butter on it hard enough to flatten it. His stomach was focused on the sandwich, but his mind was years away.
///////////////////////////////////Solo/////////////////////////////////////
People on the street are staring at me. Oh well, they can all go to hell for all I care. It's a beautiful day, the artificial sun is shining, the recycled air is sweet. Man, I wish I were really on earth, not this dying colony.
One of the kids of L2 looks at me through a mass of red hair. A sneaking suspicion is in his face. A few more little ones hide behind him, they're even smaller. Ah ha, a leader of a gang. I smirk at him but continue to whistle as I walk along. One of the kids snickers and laughs happily. Curiosity always got the better of me, as I turn around and put my hands in my trench coat pockets.
"What's so funny there little girl?" The girl is short, the shortest in the group. Her hair is short and black as the shadows she hangs around in. But her smile was bright and she looked confident. A natural. Her gang is just like mine used to be.
"Well guy," she pauses and snickers but the rest of her friends look uncomfortable.
"Out with it, don't fret kid, I ain't gonna hurt ya or anything."
"You've got something sticken out your coat." She pointed her little hands in between my legs. I bend over, and sure enough, a few white feathers are poking their way out of my buttoned up coat.
"Oh, uh, don't mind those." I smile and wink at her. Her eyes light up and I'm sure I know what she thinks I am. Sorry kid, no angels walking down this street today. I continue my journey in pleasant silence, thinking about the lives those kids will have to go through. Most of them will be dead by the end of the winter. Poor guys.
The street is pretty crowded, just like the rest of this horrible colony. At least people are healthier now, the plague is completely gone. Course, took the best of us with it. I wonder what people see when they look at me, they sure as anything don't think I'm contemplating my death. My first death that is.
Ah ha. Here we go. I stop in front of a fifteen foot barbed wire fence. Beyond it, there is a small training building. It belongs to some of the rebels. I hate them. My sharp eyes pick up a bit of movement, and I continue walking. No point in drawing attention to myself....yet. Yep, three of them. Soldiers, running their laps for the day. They all look about 20 or so. Big guys too. Oh well, I'm faster, and ain't nobody getting between me and the kid this time.
Indecision creaps up the back of my neck. What if he hates me? He thinks I'm dead, and now I just show up, again. Sooner or later he's gonna get tired of me always dying, leaving, then showing up again.
The sun is beginning to beat down on my back. This damn leather coat is hot. And the feathers aren't helping either. Argh, they're so itchy. It's really annoying having these things, they better go away now that I'm back around the short one again.
The second that no one's looking, I scale the fence and leap over the wires. The thump of my feet on the grass is reassuring. I am the best. A quick victory smirk and I take off for the back of the complex. The door looks complex, but I can crack it. A twist there, turn this that way, and, ta-da, the lock has been picked. Once the door is gently swung open, I step into the dark cool room.
This is apparently a storage room, boxes are piled to the ceiling. My eyes adjust, and I can see another door on the other side of the room. There is light coming from under it, it must lead to a hallway. Take a deep breath Solo, and be ready, you are in a military place.
Slow, quiet footsteps lead me down the hallway. It's dimly lit and pretty grungy. This must be one of the less funded places. For the first time today, I'm thankful for my dark coat. It compliments my thief talents very nicely. Uh oh, person.
The two guards continue chatting and walking down the hallway, past the hallway I dove into. Phew, a little too close for comfort.
"DUO!!"
I jump at the sound of someone very close yelling very loudly. Well, at least the kids easy to find. I sneak down my escape route hallway and peak around the corner. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of a huge hangar. Pieces of mobile suits are thrown around everywhere. A few Leos are actually in one piece standing near the large door. Mechanics walk by, doing miscellaneous jobs. My eyes are immediately drawn to a small person, dressed in a black priest outfit.
"Duo." I whisper. Or, Ciaran, as I knew him. He seems to be looking around for someone. At his feet are a few metal chunks which look as if they should go together. Hm. He looks...good. He got a few more inches, but so did I. He's still keeping his hair in that silly braid, but oh well, there's no convincing him any other way.
"DUO! WHAT HAVE YOU BROKEN THIS TIME!?!?" A very odd looking man walks out from behind Duo. He seems to come right out of the shadows. Hahaha, that man has a mushroom for a head! Wonder who he is?
"I swear G, it was like this when I found it. I picked it up, and it fell apart on me."
"Duo, you need more training. And now you need to fix that converter if you don't want to be thrown out on the streets where I found you."
I bristle at the old man's comment. I'm sure Duo would always be happier on the streets. It's where he belongs, with me. Woah, where'd that come from. After all, I'm the one who always leaves. Still, he doesn't deserve to be yelled at by some crack in a white coat. How'd he land himself in this mess anyway. Hmm, better make a big entrance, but not in public. Now how to do that.
Duo grumbled from across the hangar as he fixed the device right in the middle of the floor where he was. That's my kid, anything anywhere, he's can adjust to anything. Man that look on his face is so.... Okay, this is getting out of hand. I know I'm bi, but I can't start having these thoughts about Duo. He's 14, I'm 16. Plus, he seems to be part of something important here, I'm not getting in the way again.
Something moves, and my eyes catch the slight change. Duo is setting cross legged and bent over to pick up a piece of metal. As he did, a small bulge formed on his back. It could be mistaken by anyone else as his shoulders or maybe his spine. But I know better, mine showed up weeks ago, but it took me this long to track him down. I bet his came about the same time. Poor kid. Must be really uncomfortable trying to hide em under that priest outfit.
With a sigh, I pick up my duffel bag which had been sitting on the ground next to me and begin to sneak around again. Before long, I find a nice closet, kinda like a janitor's closet and decide to hide out in here for a while. Nice little room, got a window facin' the hallway and everything.
The rest of my time in the closet is spent doing nothing, or sifting through my small amount of belongings, looking for something to keep me occupied. With another sigh, which I seem to be doing a lot lately, I pick up my knife and begin to examine it. It's a nice blade, I stole it from the corpse of a guy who had decided to get fresh with the wrong kid. I smile widely in the closet, reveling in the bloodshed I knew I could create.
In the dim light of the single bulb overhead, I notice something on the very bottom of the blade's handle. Someone carved two letters into it. J and S. Hm. Must have been the guy's initials. Maybe I can scratch them out somehow, but with what? I pause as a noise outside catches my attention.
I peer through the nasty, dusty window and see my guy walk by. He still bounces in his step. I can see his eyes from here. Those beautiful violet eyes. Man, he is so hot.
I pause, he walks farther down the corridor and opens a random door to toss something inside. He turns around and waves to someone in the hangar before running back to it. I smirk, here's a good chance to make an entrance. As soon as he's all the way down the hall, I slip silently out of the closet and sprint to the door he just opened. Praying it's his room, I dart in, quietly closing the door behind me.
Jeez, and I thought the kid was messy on the streets. It's obviously his room, clothes strewn about, stuff laying everywhere, and a lot of random blood. I don't see too many sources of light except a small lamp on a nightstand and the moonlight coming through the small window. Fitting for him of course.
My eyes are drawn to the large stain on his bed. Even in the dim light, I can see the definite color of dried blood. Well, that answers my question as to whether or not he's got these same annoying wings. I wonder if anyone else would wander in here like I did, man, this coat is chaffin me. But I guess it's not worth risking.
How can there be no bathroom, or closet, or somewhere where I can hide for a while. Shorty better hurry it up, I'm gettin bored already. The duffel bag on my shoulder is getting heavy and burdensome. Ah ha, under the bed with you. I smirk as I stretch out on Duo's not exactly comfortable mattress. Oh well, beggars and thieves can't be choosers.
It's a little uncomfortable laying on these wings, but I guess I have to deal with it. Slowly my eyes begin to slide shut, oh hell, a five minute nap can't hurt.
* * * *
My eyes are open. There are soft footsteps outside. Oops, that nap took longer than I thought. Sitting up slowly, I lean back. I'm propped up on my hands, this way, if I need to, I can vault myself at whoever is coming in the room. Assuming it ain't the kid I'm looking for.
The door slowly opens. Not like the person realizes I'm here, more that they are tired, or just not aware of how slow they're going. The body steps inside, and I relax. That face and that hair, and now that outfit are unmistakable. My Ciaran's back.
His eyes widen and his jaw hangs open when his eyes find me in the darkness.
"Hey kid, long time no see." I smirk at him, he doesn't look scared of me, that's a bonus. Slowly, he narrows his eyes and squints at me, like he doesn't believe what he's seeing. Not that I can blame him much, I just came back from the dead, again. I hope this doesn't become a habit.
He slowly walks forward, and a smile spreads across his face as he realizes that I really am here and alive. I grin at him. Then, all of a sudden, there's a flying person coming at me.
"Hey, watch it!" I laugh as a bounding Duo lands on my lap and glomps me. His arms around me, and him straddling me is almost too much. Self control, Solo, just a little self control. I hug him back and feel the protrusion of his wings. His body tenses and he pulls away.
"How are you still alive?" I can't help but feel depressed, the poor kid thought I was dead. I ruined his life and broke his heart.
"I got out of the church before they..." I still can't bring myself to say it and my words stop. They seem to disappear into thin air before I even speak them.
"I understand. So, there were two survivors. Huh, that changes my perspective a bit." He looks tired, and sad for a moment, his eyes downcast. But with a sigh, he looks back at me and the happy kid I used to know takes over again.
"So where ya been hiding all this time?" He rolls off of me and sits next to me on the mattress. He looks so hot like that, sitting with his legs crossed and his braid hanging down over his shoulder.
"Well, wandering around. Nothing new there, and trying to track you down!" A punch to the side and I laugh at him. "For crying out loud shorty, it was almost impossible to find ya this time."
"Hahaha, that's what I get for joining up with this crack pot bunch of military guys."
"Hey, is anybody gonna be able to come in this room?" He shrugs an eye at my question and looks suspicious of me for a minute.
"No, why?"
"Cause the leather jacket is killing me and if I don't spread my wings I'm gonna get stuck this way."
He laughs happily as he locks the only door in or out of the room.
"Bout time!" I slip the jacket off and leave it in a pile on the bed. The shirt I'm wearing, a wifebeater, has been cut down the back so I could fit my wings through it. I stretch them out as far as they will go and hear a few joints pop satisfyingly. The kid just shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest.
"Well shorty, are you gonna stretch out a bit too?" Come on Duo, take that shirt off. I grin, and hope he can't see the lust in my expression.
"Can't, I have to go meet up with G. He wanted to talk to me about something."
I try as hard as I can not to pout. I will get you shirtless, Duo Maxwell, and maybe more if I'm lucky.
"G? Is that a person, place, or letter?"
He just shakes his head and throws me that evil jacket again.
"Person, he runs this place. You should come meet him if you plan on staying here for a while." He sounds hopeful, oh yeah, he so sounds hopeful. Anything for you kid, even if it means putting on that awful thing again. I slip it over my folded wings and follow him out the door. I still feel the need to slink around and hide, but I manage to override my flight response and follow in Duo's steps.
He walks with a step that just screams happy. So much has changed, and yet so little. At least we both fell back into our roles as best friends without too much trouble. He waves to people and smiles shouting hi's to everyone. They all smile back and then shake their head in exasperation. I know the feeling. Dealing with a Duo for long periods of time can mess with your head.
As we round the next corner, I see the shroom headed man up ahead. I wonder if he's this G guy Duo was talking about.
"Heya prof G!" He shouts and walks up till he's standing right in front of the strange little man. I follow, a safe distance away. I don't particularly want to be too obvious.
"G, this is my old best buddy, Solo. He's trust worthy, and he's really good at lots of stuff. He can help out around the hangar. And he can stay with me. Please?"
I still can't get over how he turns so many different questions and subjects into one big sentence.
"Hey." I on the other hand, am not half as talkative to other people. Especially creepy old guys like this one, I don't trust him for some reason. Makes the hairs on my neck stand on end.
"Well, if you put your days work in and don't distract Duo from his training, then you can stay. Duo, fill him in on what you're doing and make sure he understand the consequences of what will happen if he tells anyone about his little operation."
"Of course, in fact, why don't I take him back to my room and explain things right now."
"Fine, just make sure you're ready to do some work later on."
Well I feel left out. And I think my self control just ran away. "You know, you hair looks like a shroom?" The old man's eyes twitches slightly, just enough to give it away that he's angry. Before I realize it, Duo has my wrist in his hand and we're running down the corridors towards his room. Wow, this is so different. Normally I've always been the leader.
By the time we reach his door and run through it, he's laughing as hard as I am. We burst in and slaw the door shut. His eyes are closed, and his head thrown back he's laughing so hard. I wonder how long he's noticed what the hair looked like and how much he wanted to say it to his face.
"Are you insane?!?!" Apparently, he's caught his breath. He grabs me by the shoulders and looks up into my eyes as he speaks. "Professor G shouldn't be messed around with. He can be really dangerous, after all, he's got all the guys on this entire complex at his beckon call."
I can't resist it anymore, him holding onto my shoulders is just a challenge. "I know kid, but you see," I grab his elbows and pull his hands off my shoulders, twisting them in front of him, "I never was very good at avoiding trouble." I whisper into his ear, now that I'm holding his arms crossed in front of him and I'm standing behind him.
My arms are yanked forward, and, to my surprise, Duo flips me over him, until I'm lying on the ground, looking up at him as he's still holding my wrist. Oh yeah, he's gonna pay for that. He grins at me as I struggle to get away, but he stops looking quite so happy when I pull him down to the floor beside me. I pull my arms away from him and stand up, getting into a fighting stance. He does the same and we face off, my back is to the bed and his back is to the door.
A quick lunge, and he has launched himself at me. There's no way even I could dodge from an attack that started so close, so I try to block him as best I can. It doesn't work. Once again, I'm on my back on Duo's hard bed, pressing my wings into the mattress. Using some leverage to my advantage, I throw him off of me and onto the bed beside me. Never one to miss a great opportunity, I roll over on top of him, placing my hands above his shoulders and my knees to the outsides of his knees.
In an attempt to make me lose my balance and fall over, or so he could push me off of him, Duo punches my elbows. They buckle from they're already bent position and my front half falls on top of Duo. Before either of us know what's happening, my face brushes against his, and our lips hit together. Not exactly together, kind of off center, but still. The whole world freezes. We stare at each other, and I pray that he doesn't look grossed out and throws me off of him. Instead, his eyes seem to show the same emotion I feel. Fear, apprehension, excitement, we accidentally tasted a forbidden fruit. I try and prop myself up, but doing so without touching him is impossible.
I move my hands and place them on his shoulders, trying to push myself up. I think I'm blushing, badly, and I hope he doesn't see me. Oops, bad plan. By raising my front half, my lower half got pushed more against him. Well, I think it's definitely safe now to say that we both feel the same way about each other. Hey, he's into it, why am I leaving. I lean down slowly towards him, I want him to always know he's got a way out if he decides he doesn't like this. He does look confused, but not in a bad way. My lips touch his, and I close my eyes. Like everything else, his lips are soft and smooth. He turns his head to make us both more comfortable, and the feel of his lips moving beneath mine is all I've dreamed of for the past year. I slowly open my mouth and press it against his, letting my tongue touch his lips. His body shudders and writhes beneath mine, and I enjoy it. I press my entire body against his, holding him still as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He seems apprehensive at first, then he relaxes and begins to slowly trail his tongue along mine.
I pull away, and look him in the eyes. He looks dazed, I bet that was his first real kiss.
"Okay, so, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that we're both gay." He smiles up at me and looks so hot, and considering my position, I'm amazed that I actually kept a leash on myself this time.
"Well, I don't know, I think I'm pretty bi. There are some fine looking chicks around here."
"Hey, feeling insulted here. You have a fine looking guy underneath you right now."
That pout on his face is the end of it. I can hear my last few threads of self control snapping. One remains however, holding on to dear life.
"Duo...," that's strange, it doesn't sound like my voice anymore. It's too serious, and husky, oh well, "if you want to stop at any time, just tell me, okay?"
He barely lets me finish before he reaches up and pulls me down onto him again.
^_^ hehe. If you want the continuation, it's at my fic's site. You people know the drill. The next chapter will be up if I get a few more reviews. Sorry I'm taking all the lemons out, I just really don't wanna get kicked of FFN. Later readers!!