Duo walked down the hallway, feeling strangely refreshed this morning.
'Even though I lost that bit of sleep cause of Solo. But it was worth it.'
Duo's mind wandered to when Heero came rushing into his room. Thinking
quickly, he had pretended to be asleep and when Heero flipped on the light,
he groggily woke up. That way he didn't have to lie about what had happened
to the window, or worse, tell him the truth. Then he had just left to
inspect the whole house, before he must have declared it safe and decided
that a bird or something must have broken the window. 'Five bucks says
he'll still be trying to find out what did it today.'
Duo paused and gawked at what he saw when he entered the living room. Solo, lying face down passed out on the couch, with his leather jacket completely covering his back and wings. 'Aw hell. I thought he left.'
Duo pouted standing in the doorway. Then he happened to look over just in time to catch Heero staring right at him. The boy turned his cool blue gaze away slowly, as if he didn't really notice Duo.
Duo just smirked and walked over to the unconscious blond.
"Morning sunshine!" Duo yelled as he stuck his boot out and kicked Solo's shoulder.
"AHH!" When the boy had calmed down after a minute, he surveyed the damage to his foot. A knife, Solo's ever present knife to be exact, was stuck into the thick sole of his boot. Solo's hand was still clutching it tightly. Almost loosing his balance, Duo bounced up and down on one foot as Solo held his other in the air. Looking down, he could see that the golden eyes were paler today, and had red creeping out from the sides. 'Looks like he had a bad night.'
With one grunt and a quick pull, Solo retrieved his knife. Slowly, almost as if he were in pain, he slipped his arms into the leather jacket which was covering him, and returned the blade to it's sheath in the back of his pants.
Duo continued bouncing around the room, trying to decide if his foot had been stabbed. After feeling confident that he blade had only sunk deeply in the rubber, without actually touching his skin, he put his foot down and glared at Solo.
Solo pushed himself up into a sitting position and slid his legs over the side of the couch. His back was on fire, as if all his muscles had turned into rock over night. 'I musta pulled every back muscle that exists last night.' Solo had long ago realized that the human body is not meant to fly, at least not on it's own muscular strength. Each time he did, even for a short time, practically all of him would hurt the next morning. And the next week. Standing up finally, Solo looked down at Duo with an angry stare. 'That stupid kid's never even given flying a try. He has no clue how much it takes out of ya.'
"Why'd ya wake me up early." Even to Duo's ears, Solo's voice sounded strained and exhausted.
"It's 1 in the afternoon."
"Like I said, shorty, why so early?!?"
Heero turned around to watch the two bicker with each other. He loved it. The way that Duo was always annoying Solo. 'Even more than he annoys me.' Inside, Heero was smirking. Watching the way Duo's eyes would grow bigger every time Solo would hurl an insult at him. This continued for a while, the two mighty warriors of sarcasm facing off. Clearing his throat brought the two out of the fight and both directed their eyes to him.
With one death glare, both stopped their arguing. As Heero turned back to his laptop, he could see the reflection of Solo and Duo both sticking their tongues out at him in the screen.
Taking any excuse to get away from Solo for even a few minutes of his life, Duo walked over towards Heero.
"What's up, do we have a mission?"
"Pilots 01, 02, and 03, you are ordered to return to space in the span of one week. You will receive further instructions there." Heero read off the email.
"Oh, space, hmm, maybe we'll end up on the same shuttle. Wouldn't that be nice." Duo quickly pushed Solo's arm away from his shoulder and shot him a dangerous look.
"Some things aren't meant for your annoying, eavesdropping self."
"Ouch." Solo clutched his heart melodramatically before walking over to the coffee pot. As he began to pour himself a cup, the door to the hangar swung noisily open.
Trowa shuffled in, his one visible eye more red than green by now.
"You stayed up all night working on the Heavyarms, didn't you?"
Trowa just nodded silently to Heero before looking at the coffee in Solo's hand. With a sympathetic look, one Duo had never seen, Solo stretched out the cup, offering it to the exhausted pilot.
"Get some sleep." Heero ordered callously from his seat, and Trowa nodded, acknowledging this to Heero. Then he politely shook his head to show Solo that he needed sleep, and not caffeine
All three remained silent as they watched the beaten and sleep deprived boy trudge up the stairs, the into his room. When the door closed, the room felt slightly relieved that he would be feeling better soon.
"I'm going to go check something." And with that, Duo and Solo were once again left alone in the room.
"Heero's probably going to go see if he can figure out what broke the glass in my room." He hissed.
Solo looked slightly worried and looked into the dark hangar, but the boy had already gotten too far away to see. "Oh well, let him look around, all he'll find is more things that'll make him think it was a harmless bird."
"Whatever." Duo walked over and began to rummage through all the cabinets in the kitchen, finding...absolutely nothing. 'Oh yeah, it was my turn to go get groceries the other day. This is not good.'
Before he could react, Duo was suddenly picked up off his feet by strong arms from behind him. 'Uh oh. This is much worse.' Duo began to struggle, and when he realized that he was being carried to the couch, began to flail for his life.
"Solo, let go of me. I'll scream if you don't and I bet Heero will come and cap your-" Duo's voice was cut off by Solo's mouth. At the moment, Solo had thrown Duo on the couch and laid himself on top of him. Duo's eyes slowly slid shut, with a far away look in them.
Solo wasted no time, sliding his strong tongue past Duo's lips. He grunted in happy surprise to the speed Solo was going, and leaned up farther into the kiss. 'Why am I letting him do this to me?' But everything felt so right that Duo ignored his senses and continued to moan into his best friends mouth. Solo slid his hands up from around Duo's waist and pressed his shoulders down. Solo opened his mouth and pulled away from Duo, but not before flicking his tongue onto the younger boy's one more time.
Duo strained against Solo's strong arms, letting his instincts guide him. He smirked up at him, wanting to taste more of him. But the look reflecting in Solo's golden eyes made him pause. 'He looks so sad...'
"I'm sorry Duo."
Duo opened his mouth to ask what Solo was sorry about, but soon he it was preoccupied. Now Solo was acting more like the one he knew, grinding his hips down, forcing Duo against the couch. His mouth pressing down hard enough to bruise. Never caring about anything but satisfying his need. Duo loved the feeling as he reached around Solo, trying to pull him closer. As soon as his hands put pressure on the leather covered back, Solo tensed up and pulled his mouth free. Unsure of what this meant, Duo tried to pull him closer, putting more pressure on Solo's damaged back. He let out a yelp of pain through clenched teeth, before Duo realized he was in pain.
"Solo, what's wrong?"
"....uhh......my back....it's killing me....." Solo panted, the pain sapping his strength. One of his eyes was halfway closed in pain, and the other one winced every time he even took a breath.
"I'm sorry, how'd ya hurt it?" Duo placed his hands gently on Solo's chest, easing him down onto himself. 'It must hurt him to be holding himself up in that position.'
"It's nothing, just kinda pulled every muscle flying. You should try it. Worse than a hangover the next morning, but it's worth it."
The pain seeming to have passed, Solo smiled down at Duo. Stretching his arms carefully forward, he placed them behind Duo's head. With one last smile, he leaned down and their mouths once again connected, so used to each other that they no longer had to look at where they were.
* * * * *
Heero was walking around the hangar, searching for any clues about what had happened the night before. 'There's no way anyone could have broken a window and snuck in without Duo or myself having caught them.' Seeming happy with the status of the hangar, Heero climbed both flights to where the gundam cockpits were. Methodically he began to check each gundam for any entry, in case the intruder had been after them and not their pilots.
Heero's head shot up as soon as he heard the cry from the living room. A million causes raced through his head, none of them being too pleasant if the cry had come from Duo. Powering his strong legs, Heero was to the door in seconds. Then he paused and removed his gun, turning off the safety. Carefully walking inside, Heero saw no signs of a struggle, nor did he see Duo or Solo.
His gaze swept around the room, but still he couldn't find the source of the yell. With a few more steps, Heero was only a few feet from the back of the couch. A movement caught his eye and he looked quickly up at the television. It had been sitting there harmlessly turned off for the entire day. Heero's eyes widened and his jaw hung open.
In the dark reflection, he could just barely make out that there were two forms on the couch, one laying on top of the other. When their mouths parted briefly in need of air, he could see Duo's panting face on the bottom, and recognized Solo's black leather jacket on top.
Heero could feel his eyebrow begin to twitch out of anger as he watched the two press against each other. He knew he shouldn't be angry, Duo was never his to begin with, he didn't even know that Heero had a crush on him. But seeing Solo so easily do what he'd dreamed of, and this time with Duo's obvious consent...
Heero turned and quickly returned his gun to it's holster, not quite trusting his self control at the moment.
With a few silent strides, Heero was back in the cool darkness of the hangar. Closing his eyes as he walked, he tried his hardest to block out the image of the two on the couch together, as well as the noises they kept making.
'I need something to keep me busy.' Looking around, he realized the gundams were his only companions. 'I guess I could clean Wing Zero up a bit.'
The gundam stood proudly in the hangar, splashes of oil marring it's face and chest. Mirroring a soldier covered in his enemies blood.
Picking up a few rags from the bucket where they were kept, Heero began to climb Zero in order to cover both its wounds and his own.
* * * * *
Duo could feel his chest rise against Solo's again. He was really starting to enjoy this. Solo's hand deftly swept down his smaller lover's sides, quickly arriving at his hips. Duo broke away form the kiss, pressing his forehead against Solo's as he began to pant.
Solo's smirk was enough to give Duo a hard on, let alone the fact that his hands were traveling slowly towards the zipper of his pants.
Duo paused as he realized that they were in the middle of the living room, with both Trowa and, more importantly, Heero at home.
"Wait a sec!" Duo pulled Solo's hands from their current position.
"Whaddya mean wait a sec?" Solo countered, feeling insulted. Duo bit his lip in worry, and began to struggle beneath him.
"Come on Solo, get off."
"Why?"
"Because we're in the middle of the living room and Trowa or Heero might walk in any second!" Duo practically yelled.
Skulking, Solo got off of Duo and sat down on the couch with a pout. Duo stood up, and decided that he needed to take a walk to cool down. Looking at the barren kitchen, he decided to kill two birds with one stone.
"I'm gonna go get some groceries so we can eat, okay?"
Solo mumbled something that sounded like whatever, before flipping the tv on.
With a sigh, Duo grabbed his keys and poked his head into the hangar. With the abrupt change of lighting, he couldn't see very well, but yelled out, "Hey Heero, I'm going to go get some grub, be back in a little while.", and left without waiting for an answer.
Solo smirked, and decided if he couldn't be screwing Duo at the moment, he could be screwing with Heero's head. 'Hehe, this'll pass the time.'
Sticking his hands in his pockets, Solo realized just how sick of that coat he was becoming. 'If these wings don't go away soon, I'm gonna have to go buy a different coat, this one's starting to reek.'
Solo sidled up to the railing next to Wing Zero and casually leaned on it. His eyes picked up on Heero's movements quickly. He was standing on top of the gundam's head, trying to wipe away a large grease spot on the mobile suit's eye. After a sigh, he bent down to his knees and leaned over, trying to better reach the spot.
"Hey guy, how's it goin?" Solo yelled up, smirking as much as he could as the pilot jumped unexpectedly.
His only response was a cobalt death glare in the direction of the annoying blond. Then Heero went back to scrubbing at the spot as if his life depended on it.
"Aw come on, don't give me the cold shoulder. Can't we be buddies?" Solo's voice was mocking and sarcastic. Heero growled low in his throat and just kept scrubbing.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Solo paused and then began to laugh hysterically at his own inside joke.
'What's he laughing at. He must have gone insane.' Heero concluded as he stared at the tall boy with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open as he laughed.
'Ouch. Ouch. Uh oh, I think I felt something tear.' Solo was forced to stop laughing as it caused him so much pain.
"Listen will you just go away and shut u-" Heero stopped mid-tirade as his concentration slipped, and so did his knees. Without realizing it, he'd been paying more attention to Solo then his work and was falling off the gundam. He tried to brace himself, but most of him was covered in oils and greases so he had no grip.
Solo froze when he saw Heero start to fall off his gundam. At the angle he was at, he couldn't hold on, and his knees and feet were too slippery to hold on. As his body fell, his head smacked painfully against the cheek of the gundam. From where he stood, Solo could see Heero's eyes shut as the hit had knocked him out.
'Oh crap.'
Without even thinking, Solo had taken two steps and was now leaping onto the railing. With both feet firmly planted on it, Solo bent his legs and used them to throw himself out into the air. Ignoring the pain, he pushed his arms back as far as they would go, causing his jacket to begin to slide off as the air caught it. Spreading his wings as hard as he could, he forced his jacket completely off. In the back of his mind, he could hear the leather rustling as it began to fall to the ground.
Every muscle burned and stretched as Solo spread his wings. He could feel the rest of him begin to shake as the pain spread through him. He ignored it for now, flapping his wings till he was angled upwards toward where Heero's body was falling fast.
With a few powerful beats Solo had almost reached Heero's body. Head first, he was spiraling downward, blood trailing from the gash on his head.
Looking up, Solo readjusted his angle and flapped his wings forward to brake himself. Flinging out his arms, he managed to grab a hold of the shoulders of the fallen pilot. The rest of Heero's body continued to fall, ending up with Solo clutching Heero's back to his chest. Then, suddenly, the colors began to blur around him and Solo remembered something. Humans weren't meant to fly with their own strength. He couldn't hold up two people.
The two began to plummet as fast as Heero had on his own. His wings began to feel useless, like when a child tries to use an umbrella as a parachute. The ground became Solo's main focus, and how fast it was racing at him.
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
With one quick motion, Solo flung himself over so that his back was falling, and he held onto Heero as tightly as he could. Spreading his wings in a futile attempt to slow down or at least get into a less painful angle, Solo took a deep breath.
The two smashed into the hard floor, Solo felt his head hit, and then, there was nothing but darkness.
Duo paused and gawked at what he saw when he entered the living room. Solo, lying face down passed out on the couch, with his leather jacket completely covering his back and wings. 'Aw hell. I thought he left.'
Duo pouted standing in the doorway. Then he happened to look over just in time to catch Heero staring right at him. The boy turned his cool blue gaze away slowly, as if he didn't really notice Duo.
Duo just smirked and walked over to the unconscious blond.
"Morning sunshine!" Duo yelled as he stuck his boot out and kicked Solo's shoulder.
"AHH!" When the boy had calmed down after a minute, he surveyed the damage to his foot. A knife, Solo's ever present knife to be exact, was stuck into the thick sole of his boot. Solo's hand was still clutching it tightly. Almost loosing his balance, Duo bounced up and down on one foot as Solo held his other in the air. Looking down, he could see that the golden eyes were paler today, and had red creeping out from the sides. 'Looks like he had a bad night.'
With one grunt and a quick pull, Solo retrieved his knife. Slowly, almost as if he were in pain, he slipped his arms into the leather jacket which was covering him, and returned the blade to it's sheath in the back of his pants.
Duo continued bouncing around the room, trying to decide if his foot had been stabbed. After feeling confident that he blade had only sunk deeply in the rubber, without actually touching his skin, he put his foot down and glared at Solo.
Solo pushed himself up into a sitting position and slid his legs over the side of the couch. His back was on fire, as if all his muscles had turned into rock over night. 'I musta pulled every back muscle that exists last night.' Solo had long ago realized that the human body is not meant to fly, at least not on it's own muscular strength. Each time he did, even for a short time, practically all of him would hurt the next morning. And the next week. Standing up finally, Solo looked down at Duo with an angry stare. 'That stupid kid's never even given flying a try. He has no clue how much it takes out of ya.'
"Why'd ya wake me up early." Even to Duo's ears, Solo's voice sounded strained and exhausted.
"It's 1 in the afternoon."
"Like I said, shorty, why so early?!?"
Heero turned around to watch the two bicker with each other. He loved it. The way that Duo was always annoying Solo. 'Even more than he annoys me.' Inside, Heero was smirking. Watching the way Duo's eyes would grow bigger every time Solo would hurl an insult at him. This continued for a while, the two mighty warriors of sarcasm facing off. Clearing his throat brought the two out of the fight and both directed their eyes to him.
With one death glare, both stopped their arguing. As Heero turned back to his laptop, he could see the reflection of Solo and Duo both sticking their tongues out at him in the screen.
Taking any excuse to get away from Solo for even a few minutes of his life, Duo walked over towards Heero.
"What's up, do we have a mission?"
"Pilots 01, 02, and 03, you are ordered to return to space in the span of one week. You will receive further instructions there." Heero read off the email.
"Oh, space, hmm, maybe we'll end up on the same shuttle. Wouldn't that be nice." Duo quickly pushed Solo's arm away from his shoulder and shot him a dangerous look.
"Some things aren't meant for your annoying, eavesdropping self."
"Ouch." Solo clutched his heart melodramatically before walking over to the coffee pot. As he began to pour himself a cup, the door to the hangar swung noisily open.
Trowa shuffled in, his one visible eye more red than green by now.
"You stayed up all night working on the Heavyarms, didn't you?"
Trowa just nodded silently to Heero before looking at the coffee in Solo's hand. With a sympathetic look, one Duo had never seen, Solo stretched out the cup, offering it to the exhausted pilot.
"Get some sleep." Heero ordered callously from his seat, and Trowa nodded, acknowledging this to Heero. Then he politely shook his head to show Solo that he needed sleep, and not caffeine
All three remained silent as they watched the beaten and sleep deprived boy trudge up the stairs, the into his room. When the door closed, the room felt slightly relieved that he would be feeling better soon.
"I'm going to go check something." And with that, Duo and Solo were once again left alone in the room.
"Heero's probably going to go see if he can figure out what broke the glass in my room." He hissed.
Solo looked slightly worried and looked into the dark hangar, but the boy had already gotten too far away to see. "Oh well, let him look around, all he'll find is more things that'll make him think it was a harmless bird."
"Whatever." Duo walked over and began to rummage through all the cabinets in the kitchen, finding...absolutely nothing. 'Oh yeah, it was my turn to go get groceries the other day. This is not good.'
Before he could react, Duo was suddenly picked up off his feet by strong arms from behind him. 'Uh oh. This is much worse.' Duo began to struggle, and when he realized that he was being carried to the couch, began to flail for his life.
"Solo, let go of me. I'll scream if you don't and I bet Heero will come and cap your-" Duo's voice was cut off by Solo's mouth. At the moment, Solo had thrown Duo on the couch and laid himself on top of him. Duo's eyes slowly slid shut, with a far away look in them.
Solo wasted no time, sliding his strong tongue past Duo's lips. He grunted in happy surprise to the speed Solo was going, and leaned up farther into the kiss. 'Why am I letting him do this to me?' But everything felt so right that Duo ignored his senses and continued to moan into his best friends mouth. Solo slid his hands up from around Duo's waist and pressed his shoulders down. Solo opened his mouth and pulled away from Duo, but not before flicking his tongue onto the younger boy's one more time.
Duo strained against Solo's strong arms, letting his instincts guide him. He smirked up at him, wanting to taste more of him. But the look reflecting in Solo's golden eyes made him pause. 'He looks so sad...'
"I'm sorry Duo."
Duo opened his mouth to ask what Solo was sorry about, but soon he it was preoccupied. Now Solo was acting more like the one he knew, grinding his hips down, forcing Duo against the couch. His mouth pressing down hard enough to bruise. Never caring about anything but satisfying his need. Duo loved the feeling as he reached around Solo, trying to pull him closer. As soon as his hands put pressure on the leather covered back, Solo tensed up and pulled his mouth free. Unsure of what this meant, Duo tried to pull him closer, putting more pressure on Solo's damaged back. He let out a yelp of pain through clenched teeth, before Duo realized he was in pain.
"Solo, what's wrong?"
"....uhh......my back....it's killing me....." Solo panted, the pain sapping his strength. One of his eyes was halfway closed in pain, and the other one winced every time he even took a breath.
"I'm sorry, how'd ya hurt it?" Duo placed his hands gently on Solo's chest, easing him down onto himself. 'It must hurt him to be holding himself up in that position.'
"It's nothing, just kinda pulled every muscle flying. You should try it. Worse than a hangover the next morning, but it's worth it."
The pain seeming to have passed, Solo smiled down at Duo. Stretching his arms carefully forward, he placed them behind Duo's head. With one last smile, he leaned down and their mouths once again connected, so used to each other that they no longer had to look at where they were.
* * * * *
Heero was walking around the hangar, searching for any clues about what had happened the night before. 'There's no way anyone could have broken a window and snuck in without Duo or myself having caught them.' Seeming happy with the status of the hangar, Heero climbed both flights to where the gundam cockpits were. Methodically he began to check each gundam for any entry, in case the intruder had been after them and not their pilots.
Heero's head shot up as soon as he heard the cry from the living room. A million causes raced through his head, none of them being too pleasant if the cry had come from Duo. Powering his strong legs, Heero was to the door in seconds. Then he paused and removed his gun, turning off the safety. Carefully walking inside, Heero saw no signs of a struggle, nor did he see Duo or Solo.
His gaze swept around the room, but still he couldn't find the source of the yell. With a few more steps, Heero was only a few feet from the back of the couch. A movement caught his eye and he looked quickly up at the television. It had been sitting there harmlessly turned off for the entire day. Heero's eyes widened and his jaw hung open.
In the dark reflection, he could just barely make out that there were two forms on the couch, one laying on top of the other. When their mouths parted briefly in need of air, he could see Duo's panting face on the bottom, and recognized Solo's black leather jacket on top.
Heero could feel his eyebrow begin to twitch out of anger as he watched the two press against each other. He knew he shouldn't be angry, Duo was never his to begin with, he didn't even know that Heero had a crush on him. But seeing Solo so easily do what he'd dreamed of, and this time with Duo's obvious consent...
Heero turned and quickly returned his gun to it's holster, not quite trusting his self control at the moment.
With a few silent strides, Heero was back in the cool darkness of the hangar. Closing his eyes as he walked, he tried his hardest to block out the image of the two on the couch together, as well as the noises they kept making.
'I need something to keep me busy.' Looking around, he realized the gundams were his only companions. 'I guess I could clean Wing Zero up a bit.'
The gundam stood proudly in the hangar, splashes of oil marring it's face and chest. Mirroring a soldier covered in his enemies blood.
Picking up a few rags from the bucket where they were kept, Heero began to climb Zero in order to cover both its wounds and his own.
* * * * *
Duo could feel his chest rise against Solo's again. He was really starting to enjoy this. Solo's hand deftly swept down his smaller lover's sides, quickly arriving at his hips. Duo broke away form the kiss, pressing his forehead against Solo's as he began to pant.
Solo's smirk was enough to give Duo a hard on, let alone the fact that his hands were traveling slowly towards the zipper of his pants.
Duo paused as he realized that they were in the middle of the living room, with both Trowa and, more importantly, Heero at home.
"Wait a sec!" Duo pulled Solo's hands from their current position.
"Whaddya mean wait a sec?" Solo countered, feeling insulted. Duo bit his lip in worry, and began to struggle beneath him.
"Come on Solo, get off."
"Why?"
"Because we're in the middle of the living room and Trowa or Heero might walk in any second!" Duo practically yelled.
Skulking, Solo got off of Duo and sat down on the couch with a pout. Duo stood up, and decided that he needed to take a walk to cool down. Looking at the barren kitchen, he decided to kill two birds with one stone.
"I'm gonna go get some groceries so we can eat, okay?"
Solo mumbled something that sounded like whatever, before flipping the tv on.
With a sigh, Duo grabbed his keys and poked his head into the hangar. With the abrupt change of lighting, he couldn't see very well, but yelled out, "Hey Heero, I'm going to go get some grub, be back in a little while.", and left without waiting for an answer.
Solo smirked, and decided if he couldn't be screwing Duo at the moment, he could be screwing with Heero's head. 'Hehe, this'll pass the time.'
Sticking his hands in his pockets, Solo realized just how sick of that coat he was becoming. 'If these wings don't go away soon, I'm gonna have to go buy a different coat, this one's starting to reek.'
Solo sidled up to the railing next to Wing Zero and casually leaned on it. His eyes picked up on Heero's movements quickly. He was standing on top of the gundam's head, trying to wipe away a large grease spot on the mobile suit's eye. After a sigh, he bent down to his knees and leaned over, trying to better reach the spot.
"Hey guy, how's it goin?" Solo yelled up, smirking as much as he could as the pilot jumped unexpectedly.
His only response was a cobalt death glare in the direction of the annoying blond. Then Heero went back to scrubbing at the spot as if his life depended on it.
"Aw come on, don't give me the cold shoulder. Can't we be buddies?" Solo's voice was mocking and sarcastic. Heero growled low in his throat and just kept scrubbing.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Solo paused and then began to laugh hysterically at his own inside joke.
'What's he laughing at. He must have gone insane.' Heero concluded as he stared at the tall boy with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open as he laughed.
'Ouch. Ouch. Uh oh, I think I felt something tear.' Solo was forced to stop laughing as it caused him so much pain.
"Listen will you just go away and shut u-" Heero stopped mid-tirade as his concentration slipped, and so did his knees. Without realizing it, he'd been paying more attention to Solo then his work and was falling off the gundam. He tried to brace himself, but most of him was covered in oils and greases so he had no grip.
Solo froze when he saw Heero start to fall off his gundam. At the angle he was at, he couldn't hold on, and his knees and feet were too slippery to hold on. As his body fell, his head smacked painfully against the cheek of the gundam. From where he stood, Solo could see Heero's eyes shut as the hit had knocked him out.
'Oh crap.'
Without even thinking, Solo had taken two steps and was now leaping onto the railing. With both feet firmly planted on it, Solo bent his legs and used them to throw himself out into the air. Ignoring the pain, he pushed his arms back as far as they would go, causing his jacket to begin to slide off as the air caught it. Spreading his wings as hard as he could, he forced his jacket completely off. In the back of his mind, he could hear the leather rustling as it began to fall to the ground.
Every muscle burned and stretched as Solo spread his wings. He could feel the rest of him begin to shake as the pain spread through him. He ignored it for now, flapping his wings till he was angled upwards toward where Heero's body was falling fast.
With a few powerful beats Solo had almost reached Heero's body. Head first, he was spiraling downward, blood trailing from the gash on his head.
Looking up, Solo readjusted his angle and flapped his wings forward to brake himself. Flinging out his arms, he managed to grab a hold of the shoulders of the fallen pilot. The rest of Heero's body continued to fall, ending up with Solo clutching Heero's back to his chest. Then, suddenly, the colors began to blur around him and Solo remembered something. Humans weren't meant to fly with their own strength. He couldn't hold up two people.
The two began to plummet as fast as Heero had on his own. His wings began to feel useless, like when a child tries to use an umbrella as a parachute. The ground became Solo's main focus, and how fast it was racing at him.
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
With one quick motion, Solo flung himself over so that his back was falling, and he held onto Heero as tightly as he could. Spreading his wings in a futile attempt to slow down or at least get into a less painful angle, Solo took a deep breath.
The two smashed into the hard floor, Solo felt his head hit, and then, there was nothing but darkness.