Author: Crescent
Series: Gundam Wing
Paring: 1x2, 3+4
Warning: Yoai. Hot guys getting it on. Lemon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did there would be a Crescent Sythe who is Duo lover, Relena would die in the 1st episode and Hilde would be a guy. Don't sue because I am insane and I BITE.
Dedication: My best friend.
Author Notes: AP classes are a bitch and my beta reader computer was down thus resulting in your ridiculously long wait for this chapter. I am really sorry but hey extenuated circumstance SUCKS.
*Laughts* Ah did I leaved out the part where the pilots got dressed thus not greeting Sally in their naked glory and giving her a heart attack (a heart attack to envy); opps, hum sorry I should be more fastidious in my details. I'll clear that up in this chapter.
Last and not Least A MILLION THANKS, HUGS, AND KISSES to my reviewers. I even got an email to urge an update which imbued me with complete ecstasy. Please keep on reviewing I really wrote this story to see what your reaction to it might be. If you like it, I'll dig through the mountains of homework and find time to work on this.
~Zip mouth~ hum fun mum kump (Without further ado here's chapter 4)
Part Four: Mission Accepted
Duo abruptly awoke to the sound of footstep hustling in the safe house; his back ached painfully from having fallen asleep on a chair next to Heero's bed.
"Heero," Duo's hope dimmed as he saw Heero's pale decrepitude form on the bed. He showed no sign of progress since Sally left.
"Duo? Heero?" Duo got up as he heard Quatre's similar tone calling from downstairs. He got up and threw a black T-shirt on his bared torso and faded black jeans over his boxer; the only article of clothing he had manage to put on, beforehand. He was too preoccupied about Heero state, that he had not the time to fully dress and had greeted Sally in his informal state. Of course, Heero had but the thin bedspread sheet to cover his naked formed and Sally had not question the perfect solider sleep wear or non wear.
After he softly brushed the dark locks away from Heero's forehead, Duo made his way downstairs. Fresh coffee met his nostrils and he unconsciously made his toward it. Quatre was making tea while Trowa and Wufei sat at a table sipping coffee.
"Hey guys." Duo slumped down on the vacant chair next to Wufei. He grabbed Wufei's coffee in midair, halting the process of it making its way toward Wufei waiting mouth.
"Maxwell!" Wufei glare at the tactless American who was drowning his black coffee down to the last drop.
"Sorry Fei." Duo placed the coffee cup back on the table in front of Wufei.
"My name is Wufei, Maxwell."
"'Kay, Wufei."
Wufei lifted a surprised eyebrow, expecting the braided pilot to respond in a more taunting way, perhaps calling him 'Wuffie' or 'Wu-Man'.
"Morning Duo. Duo, what's wrong? You look awful." Quatre's blue eyes filled with concern for his loud-mouthed friend as he took a seat next to Trowa. Duo's eyes were puffy and red with bags under them. His hair was carelessly braided and his usual effervescent self appeared exhausted.
"I dun think I got much sueeeeeeeeep." Duo yawned.
"Got yourself wasted in some stripper club, Maxwell? Again?" Wufei emphasized 'again' while glaring at his coffee cup as if it would refill itself.
"Nah. 'Side, none can compare to the show ya put on for me. You got the cutest tushy I ever seen."
"WHAT?! MAXWELL! I DEMAND JUSTICE!" Wufei's face was red from anger and embarrassment.
Quatre giggled and Duo smirked at the enraged Chinese pilot.
"Duo, where's Heero?" Trowa, who had remained quiet since Duo had come downstairs, finally spoke.
All traces of humor erased from Duo's eyes. His mouth formed a firm, straight line and his expression darkened.
Three pairs of eyes studied him curiously. Duo took a deep breath and began the task of telling them everything from the moment he stepped inside the house and saw Heero lying on the ground. Of course, he left a few 'minor' details. [1] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Yeah. So Sally said those were the three likely possibilities," Duo finished, surprised that his voice had remained monotone and calm throughout the story.
"Heero got Nemicilyis?" Quatre whispered, moving closer to Trowa, seeking his lover's comfort. Trowa complied by tightening his arm around Quatre.
"You mean Yuy could die any second now." Duo glared at Wufei for putting it so bluntly, but it was the truth, even if he refused to believe it.
"No. Sally said that Heero could wake up at any time, and he will. Don't worry, Duo." Quatre smiled but even to his own ears his voice sounded hesitant and doubtful.
"He showed no sign of improving?" Trowa asked.
"No...no," Duo whispered.
"Sally said that he would have twenty-four hours to wake, or else...how long has it been since then, Duo?" Wufei's voice softened as he tried to ease the tension.
"I dunno," Duo heard himself mumble, but he did know. He didn't want to say it out loud. It was as if hiding it would make it false. Heero had had two hours and thirty minutes to recover or he would be lost.
"If Heero doesn't recover in the given time, he'll just fall into coma-like state, like Sally said." Quatre's offer the little hope.
Duo smiled at Quatre, always so optimistic and naïve.
"Duo, you said that once Heero has Cytydope in his system, lust is the only emotion his mind can comprehend. You were there, I assume, when he acted animalistic, craving to satisfy that lust." Trowa's voice was emotionless as he let the unasked question hang on the air.
Despite the millions of emotions he was feeling, he still managed to blush, knowing fully well what Trowa was leaving unasked.
"Did he force himself on you?"
Duo snapped his head up to deny the accusation when he saw Trowa's shocked expression. Quatre was paralyzed in his seat, still holding his teacup midair; his mouth was agape taking a sharp breath.
He turned sideways to face Wufei and confirmed his suspicion that he was acting the same. Wufei's eyes were staring past him and at the stairs.
Duo turned a full 180 and gasped, a million emotions running through him. There, at the end of the stair case, was Heero Yuy, standing erect in his green tank top and spandex shorts, glaring at the world as if nothing had happened.
Heero glowered at the four pilots in the kitchen, all with expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost. Heero grunted and paid no heed to any of them. His cobalt eyes fell on a pair of amethyst ones. No emotion was displayed in his eyes, even when he saw so much emotion surge through those expressive ones. He stalked toward Duo.
Duo gulped as Heero marched toward him. He didn't know what to think or to do. He wanted to laugh, yell, cry. He wanted to run across the room and hug Heero while raining kisses all over his face. All he could do, however, was remain glued to his seat, convinced that if he moved the illusion would disperse.
Duo stared into those cobalt blues eyes that remained impassive and stolid. In an icy voice, as if speaking to Duo was the lowest thing on earth, he barked, "We have a Mission. Dr. J insists on you going, although I don't know why. You would just be a nuisance and endanger the mission."
Heero roughly shoved a piece of paper into Duo's face. Duo, confused by Heero's glacial behavior, lifted a shaky hand and took the piece of paper.
Without saying another word, Heero snarled at him and stalked back upstairs.
Duo felt like he was drowning. He was elated and blissful when he saw Heero, but every word that fell from Heero's mouth stabbed him in the heart. This Heero was so different from the one that had held him in his arms last night; he was even colder than his usual self.
"What was that all about?" He heard Quatre whisper.
"Yuy acted like he got a fuckin' stick shoved up his ass." Wufei responded.
"Duo, wait. You know of Heero's condition. He can't go on a mission." Trowa's voice urged Duo's mind back to reality.
Every trace of confusion and self pity was put aside as concern for Heero came first. "What the fuck is J thinking? I have already send him an email explaining Heero's condition. He said he understood." Duo's eyes flashed with anger as he thought of one hundred one ways to kill the Dr."
"Heero awoke thankfully, but what of the side effects? I'm going to go call Sally." Quatre got up from his chair and raced to the living room.
"Quatre's right. What if he blacks out again? We can't send him out." Duo cast a glance upstairs.
"The piece of paper, Duo," Trowa motioned toward the paper crumbled in Duo's hand.
Duo had completely forgotten the discarded piece of paper. He unfolded it and read out loud.
02,
I understand you must think this foolish and imprudent. I have thought this out thoroughly and, although 01 has been diagnosed with Cytydope, I am confident that because of his training, his body will prevail against the intruding virus. However, I am not so arrogant as to think he will be completely cured. I am aware that he will have unknown side effects. However, the mission requires 01's superior hacking skills. There is an OZ base that is manufacturing a nuclear weapon strong enough to destroy all of earth and the colonies. If we are unable to retrieve the data, the war is lost and destruction cannot be avoided. This data is heavily secured, therefore only 01's skill can get through the fire walls[2]. There is no other alternative. It is a risk we must take. That is why I am sending you on the mission as well, 02. Dr. J
Duo reread the printed note again and looked at the other two pilots. An uncomfortable silence fell on the three of them. No one knew what to say much less do.
Qautre raced back to kitchen. "Sally says she's relived that Heero managed to wake up. She's close to finding out the nature of Nemcilyis and its side effects. She'll call once she discovers it."
No one responded to Quatre. He looked back and forth between the three tense pilots. At last Wufei spoke, "Dr. J is right. It is a risk we must take."
Duo's mind raced as he tried to think of another solution, but he knew Trowa's hacking skills were not as adept as Heero's. The mission needed Heero.
Qautre seemed to catch on to the conversation and yelled fervently, "If it's about Heero's mission, there is no way he's going, right guys?" Quatre's voice flattered when the other three did not answer.
Duo gave Quatre the piece of paper. After scanning the message, Quatre gasped and fell into a chair.
"Maybe we should go too?" Trowa stroked his lover's back to calm him.
"No, you know that it's more dangerous if all of us go. It's settled. Heero and I will go to the OZ base and retrieve the data. We will complete it successfully, just like other missions which were more complicated and suicidal." If only I was as confident as my voice, Duo thought to himself.
Unknown to them, another Gundam pilot was listening intently to their conversation.
TBC
Oh come on I knew you all know I couldn't kill Heero off, but I wonder what the side effect is. Sorry, this chapter was a disappointment.
[1] "And then we had hot oral sex", I'm sure he included that. ;)
[2] At first I put 'security wall' but my beta told me the correct term was 'fire wall', haha I'm an idiot when it comes to computers.
FANFICTION.NET SHOULD TAKE OUT THE LEMON STUCK UP THEIR ASS AND PUT IT TO BETTER USE. In my future chapters there will be a lemon scene thus I am very upset by their narrow minded policy. Those who can not embraced creativity and liberal work should be pitied.
Series: Gundam Wing
Paring: 1x2, 3+4
Warning: Yoai. Hot guys getting it on. Lemon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did there would be a Crescent Sythe who is Duo lover, Relena would die in the 1st episode and Hilde would be a guy. Don't sue because I am insane and I BITE.
Dedication: My best friend.
Author Notes: AP classes are a bitch and my beta reader computer was down thus resulting in your ridiculously long wait for this chapter. I am really sorry but hey extenuated circumstance SUCKS.
*Laughts* Ah did I leaved out the part where the pilots got dressed thus not greeting Sally in their naked glory and giving her a heart attack (a heart attack to envy); opps, hum sorry I should be more fastidious in my details. I'll clear that up in this chapter.
Last and not Least A MILLION THANKS, HUGS, AND KISSES to my reviewers. I even got an email to urge an update which imbued me with complete ecstasy. Please keep on reviewing I really wrote this story to see what your reaction to it might be. If you like it, I'll dig through the mountains of homework and find time to work on this.
~Zip mouth~ hum fun mum kump (Without further ado here's chapter 4)
Part Four: Mission Accepted
Duo abruptly awoke to the sound of footstep hustling in the safe house; his back ached painfully from having fallen asleep on a chair next to Heero's bed.
"Heero," Duo's hope dimmed as he saw Heero's pale decrepitude form on the bed. He showed no sign of progress since Sally left.
"Duo? Heero?" Duo got up as he heard Quatre's similar tone calling from downstairs. He got up and threw a black T-shirt on his bared torso and faded black jeans over his boxer; the only article of clothing he had manage to put on, beforehand. He was too preoccupied about Heero state, that he had not the time to fully dress and had greeted Sally in his informal state. Of course, Heero had but the thin bedspread sheet to cover his naked formed and Sally had not question the perfect solider sleep wear or non wear.
After he softly brushed the dark locks away from Heero's forehead, Duo made his way downstairs. Fresh coffee met his nostrils and he unconsciously made his toward it. Quatre was making tea while Trowa and Wufei sat at a table sipping coffee.
"Hey guys." Duo slumped down on the vacant chair next to Wufei. He grabbed Wufei's coffee in midair, halting the process of it making its way toward Wufei waiting mouth.
"Maxwell!" Wufei glare at the tactless American who was drowning his black coffee down to the last drop.
"Sorry Fei." Duo placed the coffee cup back on the table in front of Wufei.
"My name is Wufei, Maxwell."
"'Kay, Wufei."
Wufei lifted a surprised eyebrow, expecting the braided pilot to respond in a more taunting way, perhaps calling him 'Wuffie' or 'Wu-Man'.
"Morning Duo. Duo, what's wrong? You look awful." Quatre's blue eyes filled with concern for his loud-mouthed friend as he took a seat next to Trowa. Duo's eyes were puffy and red with bags under them. His hair was carelessly braided and his usual effervescent self appeared exhausted.
"I dun think I got much sueeeeeeeeep." Duo yawned.
"Got yourself wasted in some stripper club, Maxwell? Again?" Wufei emphasized 'again' while glaring at his coffee cup as if it would refill itself.
"Nah. 'Side, none can compare to the show ya put on for me. You got the cutest tushy I ever seen."
"WHAT?! MAXWELL! I DEMAND JUSTICE!" Wufei's face was red from anger and embarrassment.
Quatre giggled and Duo smirked at the enraged Chinese pilot.
"Duo, where's Heero?" Trowa, who had remained quiet since Duo had come downstairs, finally spoke.
All traces of humor erased from Duo's eyes. His mouth formed a firm, straight line and his expression darkened.
Three pairs of eyes studied him curiously. Duo took a deep breath and began the task of telling them everything from the moment he stepped inside the house and saw Heero lying on the ground. Of course, he left a few 'minor' details. [1] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Yeah. So Sally said those were the three likely possibilities," Duo finished, surprised that his voice had remained monotone and calm throughout the story.
"Heero got Nemicilyis?" Quatre whispered, moving closer to Trowa, seeking his lover's comfort. Trowa complied by tightening his arm around Quatre.
"You mean Yuy could die any second now." Duo glared at Wufei for putting it so bluntly, but it was the truth, even if he refused to believe it.
"No. Sally said that Heero could wake up at any time, and he will. Don't worry, Duo." Quatre smiled but even to his own ears his voice sounded hesitant and doubtful.
"He showed no sign of improving?" Trowa asked.
"No...no," Duo whispered.
"Sally said that he would have twenty-four hours to wake, or else...how long has it been since then, Duo?" Wufei's voice softened as he tried to ease the tension.
"I dunno," Duo heard himself mumble, but he did know. He didn't want to say it out loud. It was as if hiding it would make it false. Heero had had two hours and thirty minutes to recover or he would be lost.
"If Heero doesn't recover in the given time, he'll just fall into coma-like state, like Sally said." Quatre's offer the little hope.
Duo smiled at Quatre, always so optimistic and naïve.
"Duo, you said that once Heero has Cytydope in his system, lust is the only emotion his mind can comprehend. You were there, I assume, when he acted animalistic, craving to satisfy that lust." Trowa's voice was emotionless as he let the unasked question hang on the air.
Despite the millions of emotions he was feeling, he still managed to blush, knowing fully well what Trowa was leaving unasked.
"Did he force himself on you?"
Duo snapped his head up to deny the accusation when he saw Trowa's shocked expression. Quatre was paralyzed in his seat, still holding his teacup midair; his mouth was agape taking a sharp breath.
He turned sideways to face Wufei and confirmed his suspicion that he was acting the same. Wufei's eyes were staring past him and at the stairs.
Duo turned a full 180 and gasped, a million emotions running through him. There, at the end of the stair case, was Heero Yuy, standing erect in his green tank top and spandex shorts, glaring at the world as if nothing had happened.
Heero glowered at the four pilots in the kitchen, all with expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost. Heero grunted and paid no heed to any of them. His cobalt eyes fell on a pair of amethyst ones. No emotion was displayed in his eyes, even when he saw so much emotion surge through those expressive ones. He stalked toward Duo.
Duo gulped as Heero marched toward him. He didn't know what to think or to do. He wanted to laugh, yell, cry. He wanted to run across the room and hug Heero while raining kisses all over his face. All he could do, however, was remain glued to his seat, convinced that if he moved the illusion would disperse.
Duo stared into those cobalt blues eyes that remained impassive and stolid. In an icy voice, as if speaking to Duo was the lowest thing on earth, he barked, "We have a Mission. Dr. J insists on you going, although I don't know why. You would just be a nuisance and endanger the mission."
Heero roughly shoved a piece of paper into Duo's face. Duo, confused by Heero's glacial behavior, lifted a shaky hand and took the piece of paper.
Without saying another word, Heero snarled at him and stalked back upstairs.
Duo felt like he was drowning. He was elated and blissful when he saw Heero, but every word that fell from Heero's mouth stabbed him in the heart. This Heero was so different from the one that had held him in his arms last night; he was even colder than his usual self.
"What was that all about?" He heard Quatre whisper.
"Yuy acted like he got a fuckin' stick shoved up his ass." Wufei responded.
"Duo, wait. You know of Heero's condition. He can't go on a mission." Trowa's voice urged Duo's mind back to reality.
Every trace of confusion and self pity was put aside as concern for Heero came first. "What the fuck is J thinking? I have already send him an email explaining Heero's condition. He said he understood." Duo's eyes flashed with anger as he thought of one hundred one ways to kill the Dr."
"Heero awoke thankfully, but what of the side effects? I'm going to go call Sally." Quatre got up from his chair and raced to the living room.
"Quatre's right. What if he blacks out again? We can't send him out." Duo cast a glance upstairs.
"The piece of paper, Duo," Trowa motioned toward the paper crumbled in Duo's hand.
Duo had completely forgotten the discarded piece of paper. He unfolded it and read out loud.
02,
I understand you must think this foolish and imprudent. I have thought this out thoroughly and, although 01 has been diagnosed with Cytydope, I am confident that because of his training, his body will prevail against the intruding virus. However, I am not so arrogant as to think he will be completely cured. I am aware that he will have unknown side effects. However, the mission requires 01's superior hacking skills. There is an OZ base that is manufacturing a nuclear weapon strong enough to destroy all of earth and the colonies. If we are unable to retrieve the data, the war is lost and destruction cannot be avoided. This data is heavily secured, therefore only 01's skill can get through the fire walls[2]. There is no other alternative. It is a risk we must take. That is why I am sending you on the mission as well, 02. Dr. J
Duo reread the printed note again and looked at the other two pilots. An uncomfortable silence fell on the three of them. No one knew what to say much less do.
Qautre raced back to kitchen. "Sally says she's relived that Heero managed to wake up. She's close to finding out the nature of Nemcilyis and its side effects. She'll call once she discovers it."
No one responded to Quatre. He looked back and forth between the three tense pilots. At last Wufei spoke, "Dr. J is right. It is a risk we must take."
Duo's mind raced as he tried to think of another solution, but he knew Trowa's hacking skills were not as adept as Heero's. The mission needed Heero.
Qautre seemed to catch on to the conversation and yelled fervently, "If it's about Heero's mission, there is no way he's going, right guys?" Quatre's voice flattered when the other three did not answer.
Duo gave Quatre the piece of paper. After scanning the message, Quatre gasped and fell into a chair.
"Maybe we should go too?" Trowa stroked his lover's back to calm him.
"No, you know that it's more dangerous if all of us go. It's settled. Heero and I will go to the OZ base and retrieve the data. We will complete it successfully, just like other missions which were more complicated and suicidal." If only I was as confident as my voice, Duo thought to himself.
Unknown to them, another Gundam pilot was listening intently to their conversation.
TBC
Oh come on I knew you all know I couldn't kill Heero off, but I wonder what the side effect is. Sorry, this chapter was a disappointment.
[1] "And then we had hot oral sex", I'm sure he included that. ;)
[2] At first I put 'security wall' but my beta told me the correct term was 'fire wall', haha I'm an idiot when it comes to computers.
FANFICTION.NET SHOULD TAKE OUT THE LEMON STUCK UP THEIR ASS AND PUT IT TO BETTER USE. In my future chapters there will be a lemon scene thus I am very upset by their narrow minded policy. Those who can not embraced creativity and liberal work should be pitied.
