convicted
by alexia
9:50 PM 12/15/2003
warnings: AU, yaoi, 1x2x1, eventual lemon.
disclaimer: i don't own gundam wing, although like many others i wish i do.
notes: _ I'm sorry! I know, I really need to move on with the story. Blah. Well, here's part two! (grumble) (gives cookies to violet_eyes, kaori-chan, keiran, & psychobunny410)
also: Just so nobody's confused, Duo is 19 years old, and Heero is about 25. Kind of a large age-gap type thing, but it works. (shrug)
Also Also: I'm very, very, incredibly sick with the flu. If there are any spelling errors or grammar mistakes or huge plot holes or *anything*, please please please tell me! I've probably missed a couple, going back over it. I have no beta-reader right now, also, because... well because both of mine quit and I've been too lazy to look for another. (If anybody's interested... ^_^;;)
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Heero looked up over his desk to the doorway, clearly startled. While he'd been clearing out the second bedroom for the better part of the day, Duo had showered, changed clothing, and went down to the deli at the corner. Smiling at the still warm meatball sub held out to him by a long, spidery hand, Heero stood up and took the sandwich.
"Do you.. I hope... I mean, I just guessed at what you'd like." Duo paused here, awkward. "I got you a Sobe." He finished, clearly not knowing what else to say.
Heero smirked, he remembered that awkward stage of adolescence well. He supposed that Duo had never grown out of it. 'Probably because of his father.'
"No, meatball is good. What flavour of Sobe?" After replying to the braided-man, Heero took a huge bite out of the sub. "This is great. Thanks."
"Oh, uhh.. Green tea, I think." Duo nodded to himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Heero noted this, and how Duo was constantly fidgeting, always moving around. Perhaps it had something to do with being in jail, or his upbringing. He did not know much of anything when it came to Duo, so there was not much he could conclude.
With a nod, Heero tried to brush past Duo in the doorway so as to get to the kitchen. 'Tried' being the key word. Duo, apparently not used to human contact, had attempted to get out of the way for the older man. Unsuccessfully, of course. They both stumbled and tripped, landing in a pile on the floor of tangled limbs.
"Oh! I'm sorry... Are you.. alright?" Duo tried to help Heero up, but both fell back again, This time, Heero's body fell on top of Duo's with his face smushed into the other man's neck. Duo went rigid after a moment of disorientation, obviously not comfortable with the arrangement. Heero looked down at him, enjoying this far too much. He could smell his vanilla shampoo on Duo. It was mildly erotic. What was even better was the soft tickle of Duo's breath on the corner of his mouth. Wide amethyst eyes glared up at him, almost daring Heero to do anything.
Heero stood up after a mild struggle, wondering just what the hell was wrong with himself. He muttered out "Sorry about that. Green tea is fine, thanks." and then sauntered into the living room on his way to the kitchen.
Duo slowly got to his feet and followed after a moment's hesitation.
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The next evening, the two roommates sat across from each other on the couch, exhausted from a day of shopping in downtown Chicago. A hockey game was on, and Heero's attention was totally absorbed. Duo, sprawled all over the place, looked around the apartment and at Heero, not really interested in whatever was going on, on the TV. sports did not interest him in the least.
The night before, Duo had slept on the couch. Both men had gone to sleep pretty late; they stayed up half the night to finish clearing away the office. They slept the morning away, and Heero had woken Duo up at noon. After a quick brunch and some coffee, Heero had decided that Duo needed some furniture.
Instead of a bed, they got a couch. Heero had argued with Duo over it, but in the end, the younger man had insisted, "When I move out, you won't want an extra bed!". A dresser, a bedside table, a lamp, and a bookcase were also purchased. All were light wood, and rather inexpensive.
"I think I might just go.. get ready for bed. Or finish putting my stuff away or something." And with that, Duo stood up and stalked down the hallway.
A few seconds later, the TV was switched off, and Heero's footsteps sounded in the hall outside of Duo's room. "Hey, If you didn't want to watch that we could've done something else.."
Duo glanced over to the older man in the archway, and placed a rack of CDs on the floor next to his bookcase. Mr. Fitzgibbons, his orange tabby, rubbed against his side and meowed. Duo swallowed and pet the insistent cat. "Well, You.. just seemed really into it,.. I guess,..." Duo fiddled with his braid and looked out the window. "It's no biggie. I've gotta finish up in here, anyways."
"Ok. If you're sure..." Heero stood there for a moment longer, trying to think of something else to say. He finally just shrugged to himself and asked "Need any help?"
"...Not really." came the quiet reply.
"All right. I guess I'll be out there. Call if you need anything."
Heero tried to watch the game again, but he just couldn't get into it. His attention strayed to the teenager in the other room. Why was Duo the way he was? Why had he done to get in trouble with the police in the first place? It had to have been something pretty bad, to land him in jail. Heero suddenly realized that he was a little bit too interested in this Duo Maxwell. And he was just a kid, for God's sake! It's not as if anything would happen, anyway. Right?
For the rest of the night, Heero troubled over his attraction to the young delinquent.
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Gah. I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I fear that I'm not too good with writing longer ones. :/ I hope you enjoyed, anyhow.
by alexia
9:50 PM 12/15/2003
warnings: AU, yaoi, 1x2x1, eventual lemon.
disclaimer: i don't own gundam wing, although like many others i wish i do.
notes: _ I'm sorry! I know, I really need to move on with the story. Blah. Well, here's part two! (grumble) (gives cookies to violet_eyes, kaori-chan, keiran, & psychobunny410)
also: Just so nobody's confused, Duo is 19 years old, and Heero is about 25. Kind of a large age-gap type thing, but it works. (shrug)
Also Also: I'm very, very, incredibly sick with the flu. If there are any spelling errors or grammar mistakes or huge plot holes or *anything*, please please please tell me! I've probably missed a couple, going back over it. I have no beta-reader right now, also, because... well because both of mine quit and I've been too lazy to look for another. (If anybody's interested... ^_^;;)
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Heero looked up over his desk to the doorway, clearly startled. While he'd been clearing out the second bedroom for the better part of the day, Duo had showered, changed clothing, and went down to the deli at the corner. Smiling at the still warm meatball sub held out to him by a long, spidery hand, Heero stood up and took the sandwich.
"Do you.. I hope... I mean, I just guessed at what you'd like." Duo paused here, awkward. "I got you a Sobe." He finished, clearly not knowing what else to say.
Heero smirked, he remembered that awkward stage of adolescence well. He supposed that Duo had never grown out of it. 'Probably because of his father.'
"No, meatball is good. What flavour of Sobe?" After replying to the braided-man, Heero took a huge bite out of the sub. "This is great. Thanks."
"Oh, uhh.. Green tea, I think." Duo nodded to himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Heero noted this, and how Duo was constantly fidgeting, always moving around. Perhaps it had something to do with being in jail, or his upbringing. He did not know much of anything when it came to Duo, so there was not much he could conclude.
With a nod, Heero tried to brush past Duo in the doorway so as to get to the kitchen. 'Tried' being the key word. Duo, apparently not used to human contact, had attempted to get out of the way for the older man. Unsuccessfully, of course. They both stumbled and tripped, landing in a pile on the floor of tangled limbs.
"Oh! I'm sorry... Are you.. alright?" Duo tried to help Heero up, but both fell back again, This time, Heero's body fell on top of Duo's with his face smushed into the other man's neck. Duo went rigid after a moment of disorientation, obviously not comfortable with the arrangement. Heero looked down at him, enjoying this far too much. He could smell his vanilla shampoo on Duo. It was mildly erotic. What was even better was the soft tickle of Duo's breath on the corner of his mouth. Wide amethyst eyes glared up at him, almost daring Heero to do anything.
Heero stood up after a mild struggle, wondering just what the hell was wrong with himself. He muttered out "Sorry about that. Green tea is fine, thanks." and then sauntered into the living room on his way to the kitchen.
Duo slowly got to his feet and followed after a moment's hesitation.
..........
The next evening, the two roommates sat across from each other on the couch, exhausted from a day of shopping in downtown Chicago. A hockey game was on, and Heero's attention was totally absorbed. Duo, sprawled all over the place, looked around the apartment and at Heero, not really interested in whatever was going on, on the TV. sports did not interest him in the least.
The night before, Duo had slept on the couch. Both men had gone to sleep pretty late; they stayed up half the night to finish clearing away the office. They slept the morning away, and Heero had woken Duo up at noon. After a quick brunch and some coffee, Heero had decided that Duo needed some furniture.
Instead of a bed, they got a couch. Heero had argued with Duo over it, but in the end, the younger man had insisted, "When I move out, you won't want an extra bed!". A dresser, a bedside table, a lamp, and a bookcase were also purchased. All were light wood, and rather inexpensive.
"I think I might just go.. get ready for bed. Or finish putting my stuff away or something." And with that, Duo stood up and stalked down the hallway.
A few seconds later, the TV was switched off, and Heero's footsteps sounded in the hall outside of Duo's room. "Hey, If you didn't want to watch that we could've done something else.."
Duo glanced over to the older man in the archway, and placed a rack of CDs on the floor next to his bookcase. Mr. Fitzgibbons, his orange tabby, rubbed against his side and meowed. Duo swallowed and pet the insistent cat. "Well, You.. just seemed really into it,.. I guess,..." Duo fiddled with his braid and looked out the window. "It's no biggie. I've gotta finish up in here, anyways."
"Ok. If you're sure..." Heero stood there for a moment longer, trying to think of something else to say. He finally just shrugged to himself and asked "Need any help?"
"...Not really." came the quiet reply.
"All right. I guess I'll be out there. Call if you need anything."
Heero tried to watch the game again, but he just couldn't get into it. His attention strayed to the teenager in the other room. Why was Duo the way he was? Why had he done to get in trouble with the police in the first place? It had to have been something pretty bad, to land him in jail. Heero suddenly realized that he was a little bit too interested in this Duo Maxwell. And he was just a kid, for God's sake! It's not as if anything would happen, anyway. Right?
For the rest of the night, Heero troubled over his attraction to the young delinquent.
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Gah. I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I fear that I'm not too good with writing longer ones. :/ I hope you enjoyed, anyhow.