The Blizzard
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, forgot this in the last chappy, didn't I? Oops. Well, you know the drill. I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters in this fic (thus far, I don't know about OC interference right now). Oh yes, and point all flames to my muse, for with out him, I would be thoughtless.
K'hald: You already are, baka.
CFO: Shut up, or I post the kitty litter comic.
K'hald: ...
CFO: Much better. Enjoy chapter two! (to anyone that's reading this crap) And sorry for the short chapter last time, I just didn't have any more ideas. PS: This fic is in hiding, so I'm trying to stay unidentified to my real life friends, lol. I find it fun and entertaining, but I like to drop hints! ^-~
The next morning a groggy and highly irritated Heero was greeted by a forty-five below zero frozen wasteland surrounding the safe house. He rolled over, grumbling about the weather, and found the cold sheets next to him un-occupied. He wearily opened a prussian blue eye, to find his senses were right and the only one that slept by him now was cold air. It was then he heard the shower running and saw the wisps of steam billowing out from beneath the shower door. The house was colder than he had thought, if the steam seemed that thick. He unwillingly swung his feet over the edge of the bed, folding back the heavy covers and at once being greeted by the freezing air. 'Looks like the heating system is still out... I need to look into that,' Heero thought to himself, hugging his arms, a cotton muscle shirt and boxers not really providing the best amount of heat.
Finally willing his legs to support him and wandering over to the bathroom door, Heero immediately noticed the warmth from through the oak door. Ignoring the fact that someone, namely Duo, was most likely butt-naked in the shower, Heero walked quickly into the room, closing the door behind him and not allowing the heat to escape. He sighed, the warmth coursing through him and heating his numb limbs. The shower turned off and Heero could have cared less at the moment, he was quite content with not becoming a human popsicle. His attitude quickly changed when Duo, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, walked calmly out of the shower, his slimly-built back to the gawking Japanese pilot. Chestnut waves of hair cascaded down his back, ending a little passed his ass, which Heero allowed himself to stare at briefly, before realizing what he was doing and reverting back to perfect soldier mode.
Duo wrapped a towel around his waist and turned to look at Heero, who was still staring, though he tried to show no emotion, the american could see something in his comrade's eyes, but he shrugged it off. "Hey, if you wanted to have a shower with me, ya shoulda asked," he smirked at Heero's flustered appearance, trying to stammer out a legitimate answer. Finding no answer that wouldn't make him sound even more foolish, he just 'hn'd' and frowned. Duo laughed heartily at him, poking him in the nose. "Ya know, you're kinda cute when you're all flustered Hee-chan."
Heero's mouth opened and closed and he looked much like a fish out of water, this causing Duo's grin to widen even more, moving closer to the flustered teen's face. Heero quickly found his breath caught in his throat and his heart wanting to jump through his chest. "D-Duo?! What are you doing?"
The half-naked teen smirked, snatching Heero's wrists and pinning above his head them to the oak door behind them. "Why, dear Heero, seducing you of course," he purred, moving closer to Heero, though cautiously, knowing if the asian didn't want this, he could rip his long-haired head from his shoulders. Smiling, as he noticed Heero's breath hitch and begin to waver, he knew it was working. Duo had never wanted anyone or anything this badly, and knowing he couldn't have Heero was like holding a cheeseburger out to a person starving to death. He wanted him, and Shinigami always got what he wanted. Heero's world seemed to stop as the beautiful teen in front of him pressed those soft lips against his own, causing the asian to melt, and his worry seemed to drift away. He forgot about the war, the deaths, the damn broken heating system, and just gave way to the fiery bliss that burned through his veins.
Feeling suddenly bashful, Duo pulled away from the very red pilot, backing up and letting his hair fall over his eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I just..."
Two fingers under his chin forced Duo to look into Heero's prussian eyes, which, for once, seemed to be smiling. Heero smirked. "You're kind of cute when you're upset."
AN: I know! Horrible place to leave off, but I just wanted to get it finished! Sorry, but I'll do better next time! Review? *puppy dog eyes*
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, forgot this in the last chappy, didn't I? Oops. Well, you know the drill. I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters in this fic (thus far, I don't know about OC interference right now). Oh yes, and point all flames to my muse, for with out him, I would be thoughtless.
K'hald: You already are, baka.
CFO: Shut up, or I post the kitty litter comic.
K'hald: ...
CFO: Much better. Enjoy chapter two! (to anyone that's reading this crap) And sorry for the short chapter last time, I just didn't have any more ideas. PS: This fic is in hiding, so I'm trying to stay unidentified to my real life friends, lol. I find it fun and entertaining, but I like to drop hints! ^-~
The next morning a groggy and highly irritated Heero was greeted by a forty-five below zero frozen wasteland surrounding the safe house. He rolled over, grumbling about the weather, and found the cold sheets next to him un-occupied. He wearily opened a prussian blue eye, to find his senses were right and the only one that slept by him now was cold air. It was then he heard the shower running and saw the wisps of steam billowing out from beneath the shower door. The house was colder than he had thought, if the steam seemed that thick. He unwillingly swung his feet over the edge of the bed, folding back the heavy covers and at once being greeted by the freezing air. 'Looks like the heating system is still out... I need to look into that,' Heero thought to himself, hugging his arms, a cotton muscle shirt and boxers not really providing the best amount of heat.
Finally willing his legs to support him and wandering over to the bathroom door, Heero immediately noticed the warmth from through the oak door. Ignoring the fact that someone, namely Duo, was most likely butt-naked in the shower, Heero walked quickly into the room, closing the door behind him and not allowing the heat to escape. He sighed, the warmth coursing through him and heating his numb limbs. The shower turned off and Heero could have cared less at the moment, he was quite content with not becoming a human popsicle. His attitude quickly changed when Duo, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, walked calmly out of the shower, his slimly-built back to the gawking Japanese pilot. Chestnut waves of hair cascaded down his back, ending a little passed his ass, which Heero allowed himself to stare at briefly, before realizing what he was doing and reverting back to perfect soldier mode.
Duo wrapped a towel around his waist and turned to look at Heero, who was still staring, though he tried to show no emotion, the american could see something in his comrade's eyes, but he shrugged it off. "Hey, if you wanted to have a shower with me, ya shoulda asked," he smirked at Heero's flustered appearance, trying to stammer out a legitimate answer. Finding no answer that wouldn't make him sound even more foolish, he just 'hn'd' and frowned. Duo laughed heartily at him, poking him in the nose. "Ya know, you're kinda cute when you're all flustered Hee-chan."
Heero's mouth opened and closed and he looked much like a fish out of water, this causing Duo's grin to widen even more, moving closer to the flustered teen's face. Heero quickly found his breath caught in his throat and his heart wanting to jump through his chest. "D-Duo?! What are you doing?"
The half-naked teen smirked, snatching Heero's wrists and pinning above his head them to the oak door behind them. "Why, dear Heero, seducing you of course," he purred, moving closer to Heero, though cautiously, knowing if the asian didn't want this, he could rip his long-haired head from his shoulders. Smiling, as he noticed Heero's breath hitch and begin to waver, he knew it was working. Duo had never wanted anyone or anything this badly, and knowing he couldn't have Heero was like holding a cheeseburger out to a person starving to death. He wanted him, and Shinigami always got what he wanted. Heero's world seemed to stop as the beautiful teen in front of him pressed those soft lips against his own, causing the asian to melt, and his worry seemed to drift away. He forgot about the war, the deaths, the damn broken heating system, and just gave way to the fiery bliss that burned through his veins.
Feeling suddenly bashful, Duo pulled away from the very red pilot, backing up and letting his hair fall over his eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I just..."
Two fingers under his chin forced Duo to look into Heero's prussian eyes, which, for once, seemed to be smiling. Heero smirked. "You're kind of cute when you're upset."
AN: I know! Horrible place to leave off, but I just wanted to get it finished! Sorry, but I'll do better next time! Review? *puppy dog eyes*