Title: Heaven Helps the Man
Author: Dazza Angel_of_Music2002@hotmail.com
Rating: R- for violence, language, and non-graphic m/m relationships
Pairings: 1+2, 5x2, 3+4
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (*sniffle*). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked devices and I promise to return them mostly intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than lil' ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. Don't sue. I'm a poor student, I have no money. Lemme check my pockets.nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Warnings: Oh boy, here we go. Yaoi (Slash). OOCness, Bastardized Heero, Abuse, language, interrupted lime (sorry, I couldn't bring myself to write a lemon ~_ Duo's thoughts / blah / Wufei's thoughts *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Heaven Helps the Man 1
Chang Wufei glanced about himself at the small, clean apartment that had been his home for the past two months, one week, and four days. Ever since the war ended. When peace had finally been achieved it had seemed somewhat unreal to everyone. Especially one onyx eyed Chinese Gundam pilot. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
The other four pilots at least seemed to have some clue. Almost immediately they had paired off. Winner and Barton had become nearly attached at the hip, their open displays of affection nearly nauseating him with the high sugar level. Their becoming at item had not surprised him really, considering that they had been. ahem. close during the war. What did surprise the hell out of him though was the fact that Maxwell and Yuy had gotten together too.
Saying that he was shocked would have been an understatement. Wufei knew how Maxwell felt about the boy. Despite his outward behavior towards the braided baka, they had actually struck up a strange friendship during the war. And though Duo never actually confessed his feelings for the Wing pilot to Wufei, he could easily tell by watching them together. No, what surprised the Shenlong pilot was the fact that Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, had agreed to a relationship with the braided maniac.
To watch them together felt odd to say the least. During the war Wufei had discovered an attraction to Duo that he had, thankfully, never voiced to anyone, especially the pilot himself. Knowing now that he wouldn't have had a chance, the Chinese boy was glad he had never expressed his affection to the boy. Still, his chest ached a little each time he saw them together. But there was something else, something not quite right about the two of them. Perhaps it was the way Heero looked at Duo, with an air of intense possessiveness.
Well, it didn't really matter. From that moment on Wufei had pushed his feelings down and decided to leave them to themselves. It was none of his business. Little more than a week after the war's end he had left for the colonies, with a promise to Quatre to keep in touch. So far that promise had not been kept. He had contacted Winner only once, to give him his new location and number in case they should ever need him. But other than that the lines of communication between him and the rest of the pilots had remained silent.
The past two months had been depressingly ordinary. He had sunk into the boredom of a routine. Rising in the morning, performing his katas out in the back courtyard, eating his meals alone in the apartment, reading, meditating, and then going to bed at night. Ugh, how could his life have become so.boring? He was a Gundam pilot! Well, ex-Gundam pilot. He wasn't used to being so inactive all the time.
And the apartment itself was eerily quiet. He found he actually missed the noise of that braided baka! And the sound of Heero typing at his laptop or Quatre clinking cups about in the kitchen making tea. They were familiar sounds he had gotten used to in the safe houses of the past. Wufei discovered that he actually missed the strange sort of family the five pilots had formed. He missed the familiarity here in this place where nothing was familiar.
Wufei cursed himself as he reached for the vid-phone. It was weakness to need someone else. /You are weak Chang! Weak!/ But if he didn't see something familiar soon or do something to break this routine he was going to go insane! He punched in the numbers for Quatre's latest estate and waited as the phone rang. And rang.and rang. Damn! No one was home. "Hmp!" Wufei blew a few strands of hair that had escaped from his ponytail out of his face. /All right, I'll just give Maxwell and Yuy a ring. Gods! I can hear Duo now when he finds out I just called to talk./ Wufei reached for the vid-phone again just as it rang.
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Duo remained where he was on the floor as he heard the door to the apartment slam shut behind his lover's retreating form. He nursed his sprained wrist as he sat crouched against the wall, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him by Heero's parting blow to his chest. Several minutes later found him still in the same position; having decided moving wasn't worth the pain at the moment.
Duo wasn't sure what he had done to spark the argument this time. Lately it was hard to tell. The constant fighting had become a strange routine between the two of them. It hadn't gotten violent until about a month ago. Heero had come down to the auto repair shop where he was working to pick him up after work. Duo had been talking with his boss when he got there. He finished their conversation about the old car Duo had been considering for restoration when Heero pulled up.
When Duo had gotten into the car Heero had been abnormally quiet. Not that Heero Yuy was ever particularly talkative but he didn't even greet him as Duo slid into the seat beside him. And he remained quiet until the apartment door closed behind them. "What were you talking to him about?" he asked Duo. Duo noticed that his lover's voice was particularly cold, back into the Perfect Soldier monotone that he had worked so hard to banish.
"Nothing really. Just a car I was thinking about fixing up." Heero snorted at his answer. Duo looked slightly confused at his behavior. Heero asked him again what they had been talking about and told Duo to tell him the truth this time. When Duo gave the same answer, Heero's eyes narrowed in anger. He accused Duo of having an affair with him. Duo denied it and it only seemed to enrage Heero further. The fight escalated until finally Heero slugged him, hard. Duo reached a hand up to his split lip and cursing Heero bolted from the room.
Hours later, Heero had finally coaxed the bedroom door open, spouting what sounded to Duo like truly heart felt apologies for hitting him. When Duo opened the bedroom door, Heero had seemed on the verge of tears. Duo pulled him into his arms and whispered his forgiveness. But that was not to be the end of their troubles. In the weeks following that first incident, things had just gone from bad to worse. After every fight Heero would apologize for hitting him and clean Duo's cuts and scraps. And Duo would forgive him. Duo loved him and thought that Heero loved him back. It wasn't Heero's fault. He couldn't let go of his training.
This last fight though had been the final straw. Duo could not even pin point its cause now. Heero had come home from work and started in on him about something or other. Duo couldn't remember and trying to think about it made his head hurt even worse. But this time things had been different. When Heero slapped him this time, he hit him back. He never had before, not wanting to encourage him. And while Duo may have been a Gundam pilot, he was nothing compared to Heero's strength.
Duo's returning blow had sent Heero into a fury. He had punched Duo so many times that the braided boy lost count. He body still bore bruises from their last fight and the new ones made even the slightest movement agony. Duo knew that a few of his ribs were bruised as well. After that first punch he had stopped fighting back, choosing instead to try and shield his already sore body. When Heero had finally delivered a parting kick and stormed out of the apartment, Duo had sobbed in relief and pain.
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew now that Heero didn't love him. And if he didn't leave Heero was eventually gonna kill him. Duo slowly raised himself to his knees, wincing when his bruised ribs protested the movement. He crawled across the floor to the vid-phone on the coffee table. He dialed Quatre's number and steeled himself against the blonde's inevitable reaction to his present state. The phone rang and rang. No one answered.
Duo didn't know that many people. None that he trusted enough to ask for help except the other pilots. That left. . Dialing his new number and praying that he would be home, Duo waited for the Chinese boy to answer. The phone clicked and Wufei's face appeared on the screen, looking the same as he always had. "Hey Wu-man. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a jam. I need your help."
END PART ONE
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Author: Dazza Angel_of_Music2002@hotmail.com
Rating: R- for violence, language, and non-graphic m/m relationships
Pairings: 1+2, 5x2, 3+4
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (*sniffle*). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked devices and I promise to return them mostly intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than lil' ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. Don't sue. I'm a poor student, I have no money. Lemme check my pockets.nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Warnings: Oh boy, here we go. Yaoi (Slash). OOCness, Bastardized Heero, Abuse, language, interrupted lime (sorry, I couldn't bring myself to write a lemon ~_ Duo's thoughts / blah / Wufei's thoughts *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Heaven Helps the Man 1
Chang Wufei glanced about himself at the small, clean apartment that had been his home for the past two months, one week, and four days. Ever since the war ended. When peace had finally been achieved it had seemed somewhat unreal to everyone. Especially one onyx eyed Chinese Gundam pilot. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
The other four pilots at least seemed to have some clue. Almost immediately they had paired off. Winner and Barton had become nearly attached at the hip, their open displays of affection nearly nauseating him with the high sugar level. Their becoming at item had not surprised him really, considering that they had been. ahem. close during the war. What did surprise the hell out of him though was the fact that Maxwell and Yuy had gotten together too.
Saying that he was shocked would have been an understatement. Wufei knew how Maxwell felt about the boy. Despite his outward behavior towards the braided baka, they had actually struck up a strange friendship during the war. And though Duo never actually confessed his feelings for the Wing pilot to Wufei, he could easily tell by watching them together. No, what surprised the Shenlong pilot was the fact that Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, had agreed to a relationship with the braided maniac.
To watch them together felt odd to say the least. During the war Wufei had discovered an attraction to Duo that he had, thankfully, never voiced to anyone, especially the pilot himself. Knowing now that he wouldn't have had a chance, the Chinese boy was glad he had never expressed his affection to the boy. Still, his chest ached a little each time he saw them together. But there was something else, something not quite right about the two of them. Perhaps it was the way Heero looked at Duo, with an air of intense possessiveness.
Well, it didn't really matter. From that moment on Wufei had pushed his feelings down and decided to leave them to themselves. It was none of his business. Little more than a week after the war's end he had left for the colonies, with a promise to Quatre to keep in touch. So far that promise had not been kept. He had contacted Winner only once, to give him his new location and number in case they should ever need him. But other than that the lines of communication between him and the rest of the pilots had remained silent.
The past two months had been depressingly ordinary. He had sunk into the boredom of a routine. Rising in the morning, performing his katas out in the back courtyard, eating his meals alone in the apartment, reading, meditating, and then going to bed at night. Ugh, how could his life have become so.boring? He was a Gundam pilot! Well, ex-Gundam pilot. He wasn't used to being so inactive all the time.
And the apartment itself was eerily quiet. He found he actually missed the noise of that braided baka! And the sound of Heero typing at his laptop or Quatre clinking cups about in the kitchen making tea. They were familiar sounds he had gotten used to in the safe houses of the past. Wufei discovered that he actually missed the strange sort of family the five pilots had formed. He missed the familiarity here in this place where nothing was familiar.
Wufei cursed himself as he reached for the vid-phone. It was weakness to need someone else. /You are weak Chang! Weak!/ But if he didn't see something familiar soon or do something to break this routine he was going to go insane! He punched in the numbers for Quatre's latest estate and waited as the phone rang. And rang.and rang. Damn! No one was home. "Hmp!" Wufei blew a few strands of hair that had escaped from his ponytail out of his face. /All right, I'll just give Maxwell and Yuy a ring. Gods! I can hear Duo now when he finds out I just called to talk./ Wufei reached for the vid-phone again just as it rang.
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Duo remained where he was on the floor as he heard the door to the apartment slam shut behind his lover's retreating form. He nursed his sprained wrist as he sat crouched against the wall, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him by Heero's parting blow to his chest. Several minutes later found him still in the same position; having decided moving wasn't worth the pain at the moment.
Duo wasn't sure what he had done to spark the argument this time. Lately it was hard to tell. The constant fighting had become a strange routine between the two of them. It hadn't gotten violent until about a month ago. Heero had come down to the auto repair shop where he was working to pick him up after work. Duo had been talking with his boss when he got there. He finished their conversation about the old car Duo had been considering for restoration when Heero pulled up.
When Duo had gotten into the car Heero had been abnormally quiet. Not that Heero Yuy was ever particularly talkative but he didn't even greet him as Duo slid into the seat beside him. And he remained quiet until the apartment door closed behind them. "What were you talking to him about?" he asked Duo. Duo noticed that his lover's voice was particularly cold, back into the Perfect Soldier monotone that he had worked so hard to banish.
"Nothing really. Just a car I was thinking about fixing up." Heero snorted at his answer. Duo looked slightly confused at his behavior. Heero asked him again what they had been talking about and told Duo to tell him the truth this time. When Duo gave the same answer, Heero's eyes narrowed in anger. He accused Duo of having an affair with him. Duo denied it and it only seemed to enrage Heero further. The fight escalated until finally Heero slugged him, hard. Duo reached a hand up to his split lip and cursing Heero bolted from the room.
Hours later, Heero had finally coaxed the bedroom door open, spouting what sounded to Duo like truly heart felt apologies for hitting him. When Duo opened the bedroom door, Heero had seemed on the verge of tears. Duo pulled him into his arms and whispered his forgiveness. But that was not to be the end of their troubles. In the weeks following that first incident, things had just gone from bad to worse. After every fight Heero would apologize for hitting him and clean Duo's cuts and scraps. And Duo would forgive him. Duo loved him and thought that Heero loved him back. It wasn't Heero's fault. He couldn't let go of his training.
This last fight though had been the final straw. Duo could not even pin point its cause now. Heero had come home from work and started in on him about something or other. Duo couldn't remember and trying to think about it made his head hurt even worse. But this time things had been different. When Heero slapped him this time, he hit him back. He never had before, not wanting to encourage him. And while Duo may have been a Gundam pilot, he was nothing compared to Heero's strength.
Duo's returning blow had sent Heero into a fury. He had punched Duo so many times that the braided boy lost count. He body still bore bruises from their last fight and the new ones made even the slightest movement agony. Duo knew that a few of his ribs were bruised as well. After that first punch he had stopped fighting back, choosing instead to try and shield his already sore body. When Heero had finally delivered a parting kick and stormed out of the apartment, Duo had sobbed in relief and pain.
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew now that Heero didn't love him. And if he didn't leave Heero was eventually gonna kill him. Duo slowly raised himself to his knees, wincing when his bruised ribs protested the movement. He crawled across the floor to the vid-phone on the coffee table. He dialed Quatre's number and steeled himself against the blonde's inevitable reaction to his present state. The phone rang and rang. No one answered.
Duo didn't know that many people. None that he trusted enough to ask for help except the other pilots. That left. . Dialing his new number and praying that he would be home, Duo waited for the Chinese boy to answer. The phone clicked and Wufei's face appeared on the screen, looking the same as he always had. "Hey Wu-man. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a jam. I need your help."
END PART ONE
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